Valentine’s Day with Howie
I just got a call from Howie.
Apparently his sugardaddy is planning to spend Valentine’s Day with his wife, and so he’s just as lonely and desperate and pathetic as I am. We’ve decided to go out to dinner together and thumb our noses at the the whole rotten holiday by being, quite possibly, the only gay “couple” in the place.
And because he’s going to put it on his credit card, and since his sugardaddy pays that credit card, we’re going to go somewhere really expensive.
That’ll teach him.