Jumping Jills

A certain winged fairy's recent quest for a guiding fag hag has prompted some serious soul searching of my own. Since Carrie Bradshaw and the unfortunately named Stanford Blatch showed us the ultimate winning combo of fabgay-faghag, it has become almost imperative for every card-carrying homo not to be seen gallivanting around without the prerequisite gal-pal accesory - and vice versa. What else could possibly match that perfectly with the Manolos?


Although I have my own coterie of platonic female friends, I doubt that I could possibly call any of them my members of my personal harem - unless Shameless Shalom has a mind to start something.

Talk of my fag hag does remind me of two other girls that I know. Graceless Grace has been mentioned some time back but I haven't spoken of Jumping Jill before here. Practically a tag team since secondary, we managed to battle our way through the sheer delirium of medical school and out into the working world with minimal scarring ( well, I'm possibly more of a cynic with a touch of the psychotic ). Quite possibly one of my longest compadres to walk that close to me since school.

Since Jill's wedded, bedded and delivered though, it's been a little difficult getting in touch with her - not unless it's with a then foot long pole ( not even I aspire to that!! ) especially as she's regularly surrounded by throngs of in-laws, her hulking husband and her newborn babe. Little hard to wax enthusiastic about the naked male form when she's dealing with baby burp and cranky in-laws. Her transfer to a larger city also prompted some loosening of ties but that seems to have changed these few days since we've started talking again almost as if no time has passed at all - given a huge helping hand by the sheer jaw-dropping monotony of the course that we're both attending.

Reunions are fraught with unforeseen tension - and yet it was as if we hadn't been separated by hundreds of miles and almost two years since we'd last spoken. Felt like just yesterday that I'd called her up to ask about some inconsequential matter about the Krebs Cycle. Quite amazing actually and yet something held my tongue this time when she asked me the all-consuming question.

Jill : Are you seeing anyone?
Paul : Uhh...
Jill : Waitaminute, you didn't say no! Who is it!
Paul : Uhh...
Jill : Tell me!

It was at the tip of my tongue to blurt out a name but I hesitated. Hmm... never actually told her I was a raging homosexual ( though I heavily suspect that she already knows since how else could she possibly explain my obsession with hunky athletes in shorts? ).

So I committed myself to an uncertain double date sometime in the future. With Eye Eddie also getting extremely curious ( since I actually told him about my beau - and my blog horrifyingly enough! ), wonder what Charming Calvin would think of this sudden uncalled for popularity. Hope he's not feeling too bashful lately :)