Thursday night, gay pub

Today is Thursday. In Zaragoza, Thursday is the day to go out for fucking. Gay scene is full of people and everyone wants look for a guy. It's good, but it can be bad, too. Over all if you meet a person who you don't want to meet. Murphy's Law is always present in human relationships.
Once, I was at Versus (a gay pub) on Thursday and I met "him", my first "boyfriend". We were only 14, that's why we've never been dating, but he still thinks today that we were boyfriends in a past. Or, at least, that's what I think, because he talked to me in a rather loving tone when we last met.
The thing is, he tried to fuck me. Wrong! If you want to fuck me, you shouldn't remind me that we've been dating in the past! Or, maybe, you shouldn't make me believe you have fuck rights over me. If you want to fuck me, you just have to invite me to a beer, tell me a funny story and, if I'm drunk enough and the music is good, dance a bit. I'm simple, I know, but it's quite easy.
Past is not so important for a fuck, so I hate talking about it at the gay pubs on Thursday night. So, if you meet me tonight, please, buy me a drink and then, be original!

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