Category Archives: Dating

The Morning After

Even though DIVAS stays open till 4am, after all the drama we left early. Paige and Reese dropped me off and I walked into my apartment at 3:30 am ready to wash my face and crawl into bed. Just as I was turning down the covers, my phone began to ring. It was a number I didn’t recognize, so I ignored it. As I was drifting off to sleep it rang again, same number. I answered: “Hello?” “Hey sexy, where are you?” said a deep voice on the other end. “I think you have the wrong number” I replied groggily. “Is this Celeste?” “Yeah, who is this?” “It’s Darren, from the club… what, you forgot about me already?” “Um, no…

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A Big Girl and her Gays (Part 2)

I had a voicemail from James. “Hey Celeste… its James. I miss you. I want to see you. Call me.”I was getting tired of this homo/hetero limbo! I had been avoiding him since Kenzie and I saw him at the beach. But I had to figure this out, if my gaydar and Kenzie’s gaydar had both been stumped, there was only one thing left to do. I had to call in reinforcements… The Gays themselves. I called Adam, explained everything and before I knew it he had arranged a cocktail party at his apartment for a few people, including Colin and Dean. Adam has been my best friend since high school, Colin is his long time boyfriend and Dean is…

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A Glitch in the Gaydar

It had been a few weeks since I met James. We had been hanging out regularly, and he had invited me to a party at his friends beach house. I liked him and he seemed he liked me, so I agreed to go, but I still couldn’t get the thought out of my head that he was gay. I don’t know what it is but closeted gays are drawn to plus size princesses. My first love was a guy that chased me all through high school, spent the summer after our senior year telling me that we should be married, only to come out to me six months later. During college I spent all my time with Dan, holding hands,…

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A Big Girl and her Gays (Part 1)

I sat in the audition room applying lip-gloss and singing to myself when a guy I didn’t know approached me. “Is this the room for the Hairspray Callbacks?” he asked. “Yes,” I replied glancing up from my mirror. He was holding a planner with the Brooks Brothers logo and he wore a well tailored suit. He was dressed rather well, even better than most of the musical theater males in the room who by default are quite fashion conscious. His name was James and he was cute funny and smart. As we chatted I started to flip through my mental rolodex, trying to think of which one of my boys I could introduce him to. I must have zoned out…

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