One saturday down

Ugh, of all the shameful things in the world... catching an STD from a gross old guy has to top them all.

Chlamydia is fairly easy to treat, and one dose of Antibiotics is all it takes. It's really the mildest form of STD you can catch, actually. I also got tested for everything else under the sun, and I'm all clear.

Last night, I had a date with this guy Jack, whom I really liked a long time ago, before I moved to Palo Alto. We were set up by my friend Elizabeth, and I stopped returning his calls only because I was dating two other guys at the same time and I was being a picky bitch. Anyway, we finally managed to plan to get together last night after weeks' worth of emails, and I was starting to get ready 2 hours before I was due to meet him when I noticed the BIGGEST ZIT IN THE WORLD right near my nose. I tried concealer, foundations of 3 shades, and I even bought some hemmeroid[sic] cream to try to make it less noticeable, but I simply could not disguise it at all. And yes, I'd rather preserve my vanity than see a guy I've been wanting to see for months, so 5 minutes before I was supposed to leave, I had to call and cancel on him. He got pissed off tacitly and pretty much told me to go fuck myself with "Ah, well, I guess I'll just see you around then." I told him I had a medical emergency(hey, clogging of the pores is serious) but he thought I was blowing him off.

Anyway, I told Elizabeth about it and she begged me to tell him. But which is less mortifying-- canceling for a stupid, trivial reason such as a pimple, or lying about said pimple and exaggerating it into a medical condition? Somehow, things always seem to go awry between the two of us.

So Mark and I are starting to talk again. We went to a local gay bar, he bought me a lot of shots, and I think he thinks all is forgiven. It's not, of course, because I collect my grudges like women collect shoes. I will not allow myself to be as vulnerable as I was before, and Mark can consider us closer than we really are, that's fine. We did end up going to a dive jazz bar, where doughy, dateless dudes came on to me like crazy. There was one man who was so stoned out of his mind that he tried to dry hump me and that was really disgusting.

And OMG, I live with the owner of the biggest penis in the world. Seriously, that thing is so huge that it must be anatomically uncomfortable. Of course, I know this because I fucked my roomate when I was depressed(as in, having another usual day) and I got to experience a fraction of the pain childbirth is supposed to bring. Seriously, that thing was a cariacature of a penis. Anyway, I told him I had chlamydia and he was like, "I don't care," so we had sex and it was ho-hum. I guess he's always relied on the fortitude of his girth and hasn't really developed, technically speaking.

My apologies for the spelling mistakes in this post. I got a new laptop and I'm having trouble typing...