Brad Walsh

Thoughts

Such strange things to think about early on a Tuesday morning. Gawker linked to a paper written by Rivers Cuomo last year when he was at Harvard. It’s about his stint of self-induced celibacy, and I went into it thinking I was going to be bored and/or annoyed. By the end I actually was really into it. I mean, it takes five minutes to read, but it’s pretty well and honestly written for being what it is. You should read it. And it ends well.

It made me think about some things. Namely, a guy from last night, G. He and I went out late last year, and then we fought about stupid things and broke up. Last night G came out with me and Mario (who you know better as Perez Hilton) after he got off work. I didn’t realize I was going to like him again. G looked good, and he was subdued but attentive (the way I liked him best). But, him looking good was never the problem. If I had to ask permission to date G again – from other people in my life, not from him – I would probably get a “no.” Not because he particularly did anything life-shattering, but because most people would think we just don’t really work.

I think he’s going to read this and think I’m a big weirdo. I also think maybe I might want to see him again.

Anyway, here’s Mario.

For those who skim and may jumble the sentences above, Mario and I are not dating. No internet rumors, please. He’s the kind of guy who gets calls from Courtney Love in my car on the way to Butter, which was cleared out by the fire department. I’m the kind of guy who wakes up at 7:30 and hates the D train.