OTAS, you found it

So it’s a no-go with the pregnancy thing. Just found out today. They are going to try again next month but they made it clear they were only going to try three times (not sure why) before they give up. Yea, they’re not exactly at the prime of their child-bearing years –the odds are not with us. So who knows. . . all this stressing over making this decision and planning for the child may be for naught. In the meantime I’ll keep my fingers crossed as they try it all again.

This weekend I went out to my friend Ant’s house in Jersey for a swank party. Staffed with bartenders, waiters, and cooks, this party was something to write home (or at least blog) about. I managed to guzzle down countless cosmos, eat the salmon, and schmooze all night. But it wasn’t without its downside.

The person I met in Provincetown –who has developed an annoying infatuation with me – was there. I guess he’s become rather close with Ant and flew in specifically for the party. He’s also decided to move to Jersey and bought a house there this fall. Do you see where this is going?!

Some of the night was spent with me tactfully avoiding and ignoring him (but without causing a scene). It was difficult to maneuver, though, because he was talking to my friends about how much he was interested in me – another annoying way to communicate indirectly with me. Adding more drama to the whole situation is that rumor has it that Ant has a crush on him (but I ain't one to gossip). Can it get any better? Yes.

Ant is a taken man and lives with his lover. In fact, the day after the party his lover went up to Rob and said: “If Ant is having an affair with him, that’s fine with me.” Well, you can imagine what Rob’s reaction was – you could have knocked him over with a feather.