Closet Hotties and Used to be Fatties

My gay best friend, Joey, and I were talking about boys recently.  This is a stupid sentence because Joey and I are always talking about boys; either boys or how we have no money and really need to stop drinking so much.  I was talking about one of my new crushes and he said “Don’t be offended by this, but he is kind of a Closet Hottie”

 I am not sure that “Closet” Hottie is the right term, maybe Undercover Hottie; it’s not like he is trying to hide his hotness.  But, Joey’s point was that this guy is hot, but not in an obvious way that would get girls to stop in the street and drop their panties when he walks by.   He went on to say that there are two types of hot guys that he really loves: Closet Hotties and Used to be Fatties. 

One Year Down

I am not someone who gets excited for birthdays and informs everyone that it is coming up, but when I was approaching my One Year Anniversary in NYC I made sure everyone I talked to knew about my accomplishment and I made them congratulate me.  Most people did so without me forcing the high five because they know that it’s a fucking challenge.  I had the day off so I met up with my gay best friend, Joey, for coffee.  We gossiped and talked about boys.  I felt like Carrie Bradshaw.  I never meet for coffee so this was odd, but so much fun.  Joey is the most fabulous gay man there has ever been.  His hair is fucking phenomenal, people comment on it everywhere we go.  He is ridiculously talented and handsome and every man he meets (like 3 a day) falls in love with him.  It's actually kind of awful for my self-esteem.