In-a-Relationship Drama Queen

Okay last week I had the worst date ever possible. Lemme explain myself. Two years ago, back when I was still at Cégep and had a lot of spare time, I used to go out at Cabaret Mado quite often as there’s a good show, the booze doesn’t cost too much, all my friends like that place plus you get to fire burn it on the dancefloor after the show is done. As I mentioned it in my article called “Drag Behavior”, I dated one of the drag Queens from that cabaret two years ago.

What I may have omitted to mention in that article (or didn’t?!) is that at the party that I attended at that drag Queen’s mansion was a flamboyant boy who was chasing me all night. That twink, whose name I won’t name, is pretty active in the village and can be seen pretty much anywhere, anytime as he’s a cunt extraordinaire who likes to flaunt his over-the-top hairdo and bitchy face to anybody who dares cross his path.

Anyways, enough with all the useless details (talk is cheap, just like me), that twink has been chasing me since the last two years and since I knew fo’ sho’ that he only wanted to nip it in the bud with Rodzilla himself, I felt like the game was already played and didn’t like it that much. Therefore, I refused all of the advances he’s made to me and hadn’t seen the bastard since that last party until last week. What happened is I was on a dry spell of sex (or hence, lack thereof) and terribly needed to let go of all that testosterone and androgen that was boiling inside me and making me lose my hair (Rogaine, I love you). That’s when Rodzilla was so bored with his overly busy student life and decided to opt for a Facebook chat pause.