MEMEHUNTER

Strike 2

So. Job's a goodun.

Went round to see me dad this afternoon to show him this new laptop of mine and also (vaguely) to fill him in on the latest visavis me.

Made me really nervous. It was very odd. I mean, I knew he was going to react well, but there seemed to be no easy way to begin. "So, in other news, I do lads" seemed my only option, for a time. Then I started to think maybe I didn't need to tell him. I mean, this is about me. I remembered how I've never felt obliged to publicise my sex life and have never been encumbered by the spirit of frank confession that appears to characterise my generation (yesyes, I know, I have a blog, how ironic). So I was tempted to leave it. Then I remembered how crap it would be if my mum told one of their mutual friends and he found out from someone other than me.

Somewhat torn I was.

Then he started telling me how he's back in the game, as it were. His wife died fairly recently, which was very sad. He's living in the house by himself and building a hell of a social network to keep him busy. He tells me he's started dating again. More power to him, I say. So he's been out with various women recently. He was explaining how nothing's really happened, but he just likes going out with women anyway,

"I mean," he said, "who wants to go out with boys, eh?"

And that, reader, is what they call in the trade a 'feed line'. To good a one to pass up.

"Funny you should say that," I said, ever mindful of my viewing public, "I kind of do".

And on we went from there.

It's all good, he's pleased I told him, I'm pleased I told him. Etc etc.

In other news, my mother continues to be extremely stressed about moving. Did some shouting at me. But it's alrighty.

Oh oh, in a new twist, now it turns out that the Sandman comics turned me gay.

Who'd have thunk it?

posted by Memehunter @ 6:54 PM