I actually had an amazing time last night. I met some super cute guys, a few of whom didn’t even have attitude. Someone charitably referred to me as a cub. I mentioned that I’d been rejected multiple times from bear411, got plenty of sympathy (with a measure of hate directed at the webmaster of that site), and a guy named Scott made me take a picture with him, told me to use that picture if I ever attempt to join again, and talked about how he’s president of [lots of acronyms I didn’t understand but presumably have something to do with bears].
I had a long island iced tea. IT COST 12 DOLLARS WHAT THE ACUTAL FUCK, L.A.?
And the cutest boy there bought me a hot dog wrapped in bacon from the venderita out front while he waited for his car.
Freedumbring 