Napkin Man

An impromptu post. But I have to share because 1.) it reiterates this idea that gay shit just happens to me and 2.) it's things like this that caused me to write this blog in the first place

This happened to me last night at a straight bar: James Hobans in Dupont.

So I then had to share with Sean, the guy I'm seeing, because he would think this is hilarious. Also the text nicely shares all the context you need.

**Note: I realize I am coming across as narcissistic--writing about how often I get hit on--but it's not my intent, it's events like this that made me think I need to write all this shit down because it's bananas. I'm not trying to brag or be narcissistic---treat it as a commentary on the gays? Or something? Leave me alone, OK?