Life has been great since I decided to go out and get a life; I�ve been out doing more things and done more shopping in the past month than I have ever done. From my trip to St. Augustine, yeah very cheesy but I always wanted to go, to my weekend on the Gulf Coast its been a blast. Having stories to tell and not sitting in the house all weekend was like a new life. Christina flipped when I told her I went skydiving, telling me it was, �just plain stupid to pay $200 to try and kill yourself.� As I walked out of the last night of my Mexican cooking class; yes I�m on a warpath to never be bored again, I feel someone next to me,
�Hey Quinn.� I turn to smile at Elliott who was also in my class. Elliott was tall dark and handsome. He worked at a trendy designer store and modeled on the side and of course he was too good to be true, at least for the female persuasion anyway, because he was gay,
�Hey Elliott what�s up babe?� He draped his arm around my shoulder as we walked along,
�We are going out on the town tomorrow night, join us.� I shook my head and smiled,
�You are not going to convert me Elliott.� He laughed,
�Of course I�M not going to convert you but Samantha would love to.� Venturing out to gay clubs, �gay� stores and �gay� restaurants with Elliott introduced me to a lot of his friends and they think I fit right in if you know what I mean,
�How many times do I have to tell you I�m not gay or bi or whatever else you want to think?� I smiled as he rolled his eyes and sighed,
�Quinn, you�re just in hiding. You scream bi curious. I mean everyone�s gaydar blows up every time you are around.� I laughed and shook my head as we made it to my car,
�Yes, I will hang out with you and no I am not curious. Tell Sam to keep her fucking distance.� We laughed as he pulled me into a hug,
�I�ll pick you up tomorrow. Be ready around 8 we�re stopping for drinks first.� I opened my car door,
�Yes sir.� I waved as he stood and watched as I drove away before walking back to his car. I have only known Elliott for six weeks but I love him to death.
I walked through the door and climbed out of my clothes and into the shower. I could smell my last assignment all over me. Now comfortable in a T-shirt and a pair of sweatpants I feel like calling Eric, I wasn�t sure if they had a show tonight but I could always leave a message. I dialed the number and got a recorded message that I had dialed the wrong number. I figure I must have dialed the wrong number and tried again but received the same message. I sighed, guess I wrote the number down wrong. I settle down on the couch with my container of ice cream and watched Sportscenter before I decide to get up and figure out what I�m going to wear tomorrow night. Standing in the middle of the closet I realized I always have a good time with Elliott and his friends. No sloppy drinkers, no loud brawls or bull just plain simple fun and good times.
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