6:48 p.m. - April 17, 2004
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Leaving in a few minutes to meet Internet Jon. I'm nervous and hope we both have a good time. I'd like to meet more gay men around my age, move beyond the cringe stage, develop a social network. Yes, yes - grandiose dreams, but no need to acknowledge that immediately.
I have a good time chatting with him online, so in person shouldn't be too different. I hope.
I ask for just one thing: Proper table manners.
Maybe two: Let him have been honest and not reveal himself to be 50 years old.
Wish me luck. Eh. Who am I kidding. This journal's dead. Fine - I wish myself luck, you dumb fuckers. *grin*
