Underwear Night at 440 Castro

"You have to see The Women," he said to me. "It was soooo good!" He had it on DVD. But it wasn't my all-time favorite movie from 1939, which I already own; it was the recent, completely retarded remake. I pointed out to him that the original was an iconic gay film. "Huh," he said.

So here's when I realized that I was being really annoying, and that no one needs to hear how lame he is all the time. No matter how idiotic his taste is, 'tis far, far worse for me to keep pointing that out. (I don't know if you've noticed, but I have been trying to be less judgmental in 2009.)

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440 Castro

440 Castro
San Francisco, CA 94114

Category: Bars/Clubs

Region: Castro/ Noe Valley

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621-8732, www.the440.com.

440 Castro (at Market)

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I changed the subject, and my roomie ordered his third margarita in an hour. The Real World was on the TV, and though this season has a transgender person, a closet case, and the usual calico quilt of characters, it just isn't grabbing me. "It just isn't grabbing me," I said.

"Are you kidding?" He guffawed. "This is the best season ever!" He was flushed and supertipsy. He is a giddy, horny drunk, and I didn't want to stick around. This just wasn't working.

I said that I had to go, and that I was tired, which was true. He begged me to stay, saying he'd buy me a drink at Badlands. "Dude, you want to meet some dude, dude," I said. "Have at it. Enjoy yourself. I need to go home."

He hemmed and hawed, and begged me to stay out. "DUDE," I said once more, with feeling. "I'm not gay. This is okay for one drink, but overall, it is not fun for me." This seemed to do the trick. He let me go, reluctantly.

I felt a wash of relief when I boarded Muni at the Castro station. I need to figure out if it is better to have a roommate you have a lot in common with, or whether it is better to lead separate lives. I suppose I shall just have to find out the hard way. In the meantime, I really need to keep my opinions to myself. I'll try. Breathe ... breathe ...