Paul and I went out to the Casa last Saturday night. As usual, the only music being played was rap music (which only the lesbians dance to for some reason). We sat down and I then looked up--right across from me was QUILTER and BI-SEXUAL BOYFRIEND! Fuck me! I caught his eye and waved and he came over. It was pretty obvious that he was getting a little drunk, so I wanted to make this as painless as possible. We gave each other a nice hug and talked for a few seconds. He touched my hair and told me that he liked it long. He even tried to talk to Paul, but Paul didn't even look at him. Later, more of our friends arrived and we soon left the Casa to go to some house party (yes, I know I am 36!). I was the evenings sober driver and had to watch Paul have a lot of fun with alcohol. The party was a lot of fun and Paul was harassed by some boy who wanted to dance to "Womanizer" with him when they played it and constantly called me Phil. It was a good time. The next day the Quilter called me at home to tell me how nice I looked and that it was really great to see. I told him that I really tried to say 'hello' to BI-SEXUAL BOYFRIEND, who I might add was looking at me most of the evening. The conversation ended nicely, but I still think I am in a much better place without him.