Circle.

everything went fine
you knew i knew him as well
and you still came here

You left me this evening and I felt bad.

I can't understand why we all know each other or why it's a surprise when we do. Anyone who lives in Homotopia today has friends they've slept with or has friends who have slept with friends. It shouldn't be a surprise, nor should it be a shock.

I shared a meal this evening with Bonito. He had come over, just recently breaking it off with the kid he was talking to. He came from another boro and had every intention of sleeping over. Packed his work clothes and brought his phone charger, he was staying.

Hercules, my roommate, had gone out and I didn't expect him home for a while, but he returned sooner than I thought... Nevermind, the whole setup is tired and I'm over it.

The shortened version of the long story is this, Bonito was talking to this guy that I am friends with. I didn't know who it was when he came to sleep in the same bed with me. During conversation, I found out who it was and he decided to go home.

If I didn't know who it was, I doubt I'd be writing this now, or sleeping alone in a few minutes. It leaves me wondering a few things.

Primarily, is he the better person for leaving or is he even worse for knowing I was friends with the guy he was talking to and coming anyway. I also wonder if I should have been the one to send him home instead of him going on his own.

It pisses me off -- I've been talking to Bonito on and off for a little over a year -- he used to live down the block and we never got to hang out. Then, when I finally get the chance, it's ruined by some drama that I didn't sign up for.

This is why I'm single, because no matter what, some random shit is going to go down and it's just going to piss me off.

This is not a spectacular blog post -- at all.

And I even cleaned the house to make a good impression...