Having a Gay Old Time

Sometimes the auto-ads on either side of my site confuse me. I have no idea what keywords they’re hitting on to bring up things like dating sites, weight loss plans, or Hello Kitty items for sale at Target. So I’m going to try an experiment today by inserting a particular word several times in this post. See if you can identify the word. (Everything in this post is still true to my life.)

I’m feeling rather gay today. It’s Friday, so we’re almost at the weekend. Friday is a great day for feeling gay.

A few weeks ago, in the first week at my new job, I was setting up instant messenger to communicate with my coworkers around the building. At one point, I got an automatic message telling me that someone was adding me to their friends list. I didn’t recognize the IM name -– was just initials and numbers -– so I asked, “Who are you?”

I figured it must be someone in our office adding me like I was adding others. But the response gave me pause. “This is Gay,” they said.

Okay, what did that mean? After a couple minutes (I hadn’t responded), the person said that they had lost their contacts the day before and was just adding them back.

This person mentioned the first and last name of someone who was helping them get their contacts back. I recognized this new name as someone I used to work with a couple years ago, and then the initials of the IMer made sense – Gay is a woman I used to work with a couple years ago.

What a relief. We chatted for a couple minutes. I like Gay.

And speaking of this name, Gay, I used to know an older man (when I was a teenager) who also had the first name of Gay. He joked that he considered getting a personalized license plate that said, “IM GAY,” but his family wouldn’t let him do it. He was funny like that – he had a great sense of humor. He seemed always very gay.

Bullgrit