"Misty, Watercolored"... no? How about "Bleary, Gin-soaked memories of the way we were?"

What the lovely and talented Kristy Kay Karolina (it took me ages to get that, btw) said to me over at QueerCincinnati.com

Jay
has a lot to say and never feels like he's saying it... so, he's going to
try to for a change. He's not sure what he'll talk about, but he's in his
30s,
he's single, he's over-educated and under-stimulated, so he figures
he'll have
something to talk about from time to time."...because it's all
about the
meat..."Blog by my former roommate, longest friend in Cincinnati,
and an
all-round wonderful guy (ask me once how I stole his boyfriend...
completely by
accident).

What? You mean the one I read about on his blog and said "Hey I know who that is he's saying keeps sitting on his lap?" I had totally forgotten about that. How memorable could a guy be if I forgot?

He wasn't my boyfriend, he was more my "don't distract him because I really don't warm up until the 2nd or 3rd date" guy... unless we're talking about someone else...? (I either start out revved up from the get go or I warm up slightly slower than a glacier melts.) If it is someone else, you just called me an "all-around wonderful guy," so most will probably be forgiven.

After that, we went to a movie and a meal, but never did hang out again. Being that we went to go see "Cabin Fever" and ate at Champs... may explain a lot, actually. Not that there was any promise he would've, but the poor bastard never did learn "The Power of the Magic Hands" -- a tale for another time, kiddies...

(I chose to blame his parents separation as opposed to the fact that I'm just not that interesting out of the sack... )