by Cyb
Oh Diary! I was able to spend lovely time with my chocolate Sneaky yesterday. As I had hoped, he loved my outfit from International Male and asked me to send the catalogue to him later. For starters, we went to Smallville's premier gay nightclub, Get Your Meteor Rocks Off. It is not such a good club name, but everything in this town has crap for names. A good time was had by all, as I was able to show Sneaky some of my old moves. Unfortunately, my leather pants squeaked loudly as I rhythmically strutted my stuff across the dance floor. Fortunately, Sneaky whispered, "The squeaky wheel gets the oil." Unfortunately, I do not have any wheels on me. Fortunately, Sneaky oiled me anyway! Then we went for a nice walk through town, sharing an ice cream cone. I got coated with sticky milk and Sneaky was kind enough to lick it off my hand. How sweet! Still, the memory of his tryst with Esteban lingers, though I try to fight it down, fight it down like the gorge that rises when I see Miss Britney Spears stealing my fashion ideas and claiming them as her own. Only time will erase that hurt, even though I know that Sneaky did not mean to cheat on me. We ended the night back at his place, where he exposed me to the joys of this thing called "slash fiction" on the internet. Like I said... A good time was had by all. Verrry good.

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