The Man Date

When Macey was back in Chattanooga a couple of weeks months ago, we reclaimed some quality time together we both had missed. One moment, a precious hour, of that was lunch. We went to a downtown Thai restaurant. We both had Thai iced tea and something spicy. We talked. It was a man date. I did the same type thing with my younger bro over Christmas.

If you don’t know, now you know. I’m just that secure.

May 31st, 2006 | Chattanooga, Dates, Life

3 comments

O the anomie of our age.

Comment by macey — Friday, June 9, 2006 @ 7:19 pm

I blame Jennifer 8. Lee. She has a number for a middle name. Clearly a sign of instability.

Comment by mesh — Wednesday, June 7, 2006 @ 12:23 pm

O my hetero brothers! How did it come to this? When did we become so insecure and uncomfortable that he we actually had to invent a term for mano a mano time so that it would be self-aware and ironic and therefore less suspect? You might think to blame the gays for this one, but i blame all the self-aware, hip writers of our generation. Damn you hipsters!

Comment by macey — Sunday, June 4, 2006 @ 4:45 pm