OK - so Ms. Savant and I attended last night's
Super Gayfest True Colors concert (featuring The Dresden Dolls, Deborah Harry, Cyndi Lauper, and Erasure). After quaffing a few adult beverages just prior, we were getting our groove on - she with all sorts of jentastic dance moves and I with the traditional white man's over-bite. I did, however, still manage to display my oh face, as well.
So we're rocking-out
After a good 90 seconds of Cyndi's
I know what you're thinking. I should feel excited and thankful to have a girlfriend open to experimentation (yes - she bop), which could possibly lead to backstage passes and better seats next time. But until you've gone through the pain, heartache and downright public embarrassment of watching your newly-bi girlfriend fall for the charms of a big-time rock star (Elvis has got nothing on Cyndi Lauper), you just don't know.
I can't write anymore right now. I think I died a little inside last night…
P.S. Scored a beej from an Erasure roadie named Fritz last night. An update will follow my self-imposed mourning/blackout period