Another reason I make a bad boyfriend: I’m unpredictable. You never know what bag I’m gonna come out of. A woman never knows when I’m gonna spring some shit on her that she didn’t sign on for. Case in point: most people think I’m really homophobic because of the things I say. The latest fight between me and A.C. started because I volunteered to father a child for a lesbian couple who are trying to get pregnant. The whole thing has about a 99% chance of not happening, but just in case I thought A.C. should know about it. Well she got really upset and started freezing me out. Today, when we were discussing it she cried. I guess I understand why a woman wouldn’t be cool with her man having a baby with another woman, even if it doesn’t involve sex, or even raising the child. My life is so… my life.