Sunday morning, 8:00 sharp. There's a knock on the door. I peer through the peephole: it's my ex-boyfriend Jimmy the Boy Toy, and Kyle, the twink he dumped me for, plus at least three guys I don't know.
"Hi...what...."
"We're surprising you with a West Hollywood party!" Jimmy announces. "This is Chester, Ravi, and Jeff." They pile into the apartment and start setting out bagels, cream cheese, fruit, and yogurt. "Got any plates?" someone yells.
"Party -- what?"
"Kyle and I know you're feeling depressed on the Plains, after going back to California last month, missing all those wild West Hollywood parties, so we thought we'd bring one to you."
"Um,,,those usually took place at night, and we had a little advance warning." I haven't showered or shaved yet, the bedroom is a mess, and you never have strangers in your house without locking up your valuables!
"Then it wouldn't be a surprise, would it?"
"Well...where did you meet these guys?"
Chester is Kyle's ex-boyfriend; Ravi, a friend of Jimmy's visiting from California; and Jeff is a guy they hooked up with on Grindr last night.
"Ok, ok, let me just get dressed."
"That won't be necessary! First game -- Celebrity Dating!"
