(Not Your) Typical Gay Man

Call me a fag and I'll call you a stain on the concrete.

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Hi, my name is Jon. I live in the middle of Illinois and work a third shift job, that, unlike most other people in the world, I love. However, due to this, my personal life is somewhat limited. But, you have to make some sacrifices in this life. In my blog, I'll explain a lot more about who I am and what I'm about and why I'm not your Typical Gay Man.

Monday, March 13, 2006

A case of necessity

Well, I finally kicked stalker boy to the curb.

Reason?

Well, he was more or less annoying (oh, yeah. covered that) andfor the most part, I was able to brush him off. That is until last night when he decided to CALL MY MOTHER last night, waking her up and causing a severe shift in the delicate balance of the universe.

So, as much as I clawed and groped for a way to let him down lightly, I eventually just had to say, "Look, it ain't happenin" out of a sense of self-preservation.

On with life.

3 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

**Blinks** Stalker Boy .... what ever are you talking about? It couldnt be that COMPLETELY hypothetical situation you mentioned earlier could it? I mean come on we all know There is complete truth in reporting. So I am just confused. where did this stalker originate from whom was he stalking? and where did the two in question meet?

10:25 PM  
Blogger Meg: said...

He called your MOTHER?! Egad...that's bad.

4:38 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Meg why is that so bad or do you not remember the phone ringing at 230 am and her being on the other end of it?

6:12 PM  

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