I had slept with him despite knowing his

I had slept with him despite knowing his boyfriend would not approve. His boyfriend was boring, and I was hot. That was all that mattered, surely?

How wrong I was. After sleeping with me, he lost interest. I was just another conquest. On the other hand I discovered his boyfriend was not boring at all. His Mayan dildo collecti

-vistic/synergistic outlook had led to huge profits. Plus he had a posh Tzolk'in calendar and employed a vigesimal numerical system. I loved men from fallen civilizations.

Unfortunately, he was just a hipster in disguise. He thought he could get away with it, but to his chagrin I actually HAD heard of the traditional byzantine historiography.

I was able to go into some detail about it during the discussion which followed, as comparative Byzantine historiography was a subject I knew a great deal about. The hipster was

about to evolve into a DJ, he'd already started talking about how much better vinyl was that digital music, and he got a member's only jacket from a "vintage"

e bomb' and 'so bad'. His ignorance of his humiliation grew so bad that people asked him to entertain at their weddings, scratching records, singing some scat, headbanging & such.

It was blissful for a long long time. Then one day he realized that people were not really being entertained by him. They were laughing at him, not with him. He crawled into a hole

only to think of all the things that went wrong. Why did it take so long for him to realize? Then he woke up realizing this dream was his chance to move forward and start again.