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Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

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Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal

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i just don't know what to do with myself


Ever find yourself alone in someone else's home? It's a very strange feeling. I've been in Rex's attorney's house for about seven hours now and I'm reaching that I Just Don't Know What To Do With Myself feeling. First of all, this is a gorgeous house I've found myself in, so I've had no trouble imagining that Rex and I live here, lounging on the leather sofa against decorative pillows, admiring the stained concrete floors, which go very well with Rex's coloring I might add, while reading the latest issue of Interview magazine. Then we went upstairs and kicked back on a lush, comfy bed and watch the vice presidential debates. Once the debate was over, Rex farted, so we cleared out of that room and went downstairs to the chef's kitchen, where I prepared a delicious and visually appealing salad. After all that chopping and arranging, I wasn't in the mood for salad anymore, so it was a short drive to the nearest Chick-fil-A for us! Why not? That's the kind of whimsical and carefree guy Rex is.

I can't help but wonder what it would be like to be a professional house sitter on a nationwide scale. It could be really interesting, especially for a writer. Or, I suppose, it could be creepy. Especially if the place you have to stay has a really bad vibe. Luckily, this place has an excellent vibe. Although, periodically there's a knocking noise from the wine cellar that makes me think someone else is in here with me.

Rex has two new buddies in Calvin and McGrady. While I've been imagining other lives in other rooms, they've done nothing but romp and play since we arrived. I can't believe there's another dog just like Rex when it comes to boisterous energy. That would be Calvin. Calvin has done nothing but run around with a bone or a ball in his mouth since we arrived, trying to get Rex to take whatever's in his mouth away from him. Look what I have! Don't you want it? I know you do! Hee hee hee hee! Old man McGrady, who I assumed would want nothing to do with Rex, has even gotten in on the act, sometimes sneaking up on Rex and slapping Rex's butt with his paw. Fresh!

There's that noise again. Only this time it sounds as though it's coming from the bar. Maybe Rex is looking for a drink. I'd better go check. If this was a horror movie, this would be the point where I get killed, since I'm not a virgin.

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