A Friday with Bagelbuoy

Wanna hear about what I did Friday night? NOTE: I said what, not who!

Here we go:

So, anyway, I've come to the conclusion that alcohol and gay men are not a good mix. "Details, boyo", I hear you say. "Details!"

Let's just say that I went out on a "date" to see if me and this dude were compatible. You know, it's one of those sites where you have the option of not showing the face. He said his name was Erico, so I was thinking "Latino". Latino I can do. So, we're talking (before the date) and his voice isn't Latino and that fact that he's in dreadlocks makes it clear. Not Latino, just Ghetto. BLAH

So I meet him at one bar (named Q-Bar) and we have a drink, but that bar is boring and we move on. The next bar is Score, a gay sports bar of all things. We get our drinks, talk a bit, then see these two guys come in. Of course, we're checking out the asses (a, um, habit of mine) and we got a pic of them. LOL, it was so funny so see two guys, waving their camera phones around trying to get ass shots of these two other guys.

Now, of the two, I was focused on the tall, thin, flossy boy with a thick head of hair (a must for me). Erico was focused on the other, all like the first except shaved bald. We drool for a bit, then go out on the patio to enjoy the night air (it was in the 70s). Guess who follows us out. DELICIOUS! So, I position myself to, um, stare at my cutie. While we're talking, Erico is like, I can get their picture. LOL, riiight.

We're going to leave and I say, dude, you forgot the pic. Next thing I know he's gone after them. They're still on the patio whilst I sit at the front door. Then he comes back in with them, they pose, and BAM, I got me my picture. LOL, I wish I had the balls to do that, but I just wasn't drunk enough.

As we're leaving, Erico says, "They almost came over to talk to us. As much as we were checking them out, they were checking us out." Now, Erico ain't much to look at, unless you're into Ghetto, which I'm sure they were not. So I'm thinking they're checking me out and thinking, "What's that poor lil white boy doing with Ghetto??? Let's save and slave him!" OMG, I'm so bad.

Next stop is eXile. I haven't been there in a while, and I was right. Not someplace to hang out. We were there long enough for me to find small, dark, and studly, only for him to get away. So, Erico, me, and this guy go down the street to the Sunset bar. Um, GHETTO! We had a very overpriced, under liquored drink, then left.

Next stop, Tradewinds. Ah, a little piece of gay heaven floating just above the slime of the sewers. It's a nice place, just a bit creepy at times. So in we go, liquor up, and start browsing. Out on the patio we find out that the studly duo from Score has hiccuped their way to Tradewinds whilst we adventured. However, we only found the bald one, not my tasty lil hunk of manflesh.

So I start moving around when I bump into Scott, this guy I worked with over 10 years ago and sorta kinda had a crush on. This was before he came out, so all's good. We talked a minute, then we break off. Then I'm heading back inside and wooo, there's Scott again, with his partner of 7 years. BITCH! He comes out and finds his LTR in under a year. GAH!!!

Anyway, they're there with Trevor, who's having his birthday. SO, me being the giver that I am, I give him a b-day kiss. I thought that would be a good gift for someone I don't know. Evidently not. Next thing I know his hand is down my pants copping a feel. He did that 3 times in the course of 10 minutes. Somewhere along the line Scott disappeared, so I was entertaining Trevor (so much fun), when next thing I know SOMEONE ELSE'S hand is now down my pants. WTF! I turn around just in time to here Scott say, "Yay, I got to feel it too. Very nice, David!" LOL

So, I dance a bit, do a few jell-o shots, have fun. Then I go out to torment hot dog boy. He's a guy I know that runs a hot dog stand outside the bar. He's funny, witty, charming, and not much else. I love to torture him. Of course, as I'm doing that, I'm looking around and I see this dude walking up wearing sun glasses. I'm just looking at him, not thinking anything much, and he says, "I'm not going to tell you who I am."

WELL DUH! "I know exactly who you are, Tony. I just didn't expect to see you here." Hehehe, last time I saw him he was married and a successful realtor. I guess last time I did business with him (about 2004) he was still the above. During 2005 he came out, divorced his wife, got a nasty settlement, and has since been getting as much dick as he can. We talk for a bit as I walk to his car and, before he leaves, he says, "Here's my number, give me a call sometime and we'll have some fun."

I almost forgot how good I am at finding trouble to get into. Of course, that's not all that happened that night. I do remember what happened, but they're a little x-rated for a simple post. Let's just say that, somewhere in the night, the horny lil slut I keep locked up escaped his chains. There was this cute boy, some porn, and... :)

Um, wait. I lied. Let's just say the cute boy went away unsatisfied. No bareback with strangers, fucktard! The porn was still there, and I got off 3 times in two hours before I passed out. I really wanted to go for a record...

GODS, I shouldn't write about my adventures. Even I think I'm a slut.

A domani!

Glory

Yay me! Just when I hit the darkest moments, and have plans of returning to darkness, I meet someone who is interested in me. ME, of all people. LOL!

I'm not going to say anymore about him, right now. I'm going to let things work out as they will. When we reach the point that, say, I'm showing him off to my friends, then I'll be back to yell to the world about my beautiful man.

OK, blog over. I just wanted to let people know of my excitement.

Ciao, tutti!

Dumped

Yep, dumped again, and this time we didn't even meet face to fucking face. What is it with guys nowadays? I ask you, any of you! Gods, what does it take to get a date and then a 2d date? I mean, I'm all about the NSA hookups and shit, but that's getting so fucking OLD! (um, that's the hookups, not me!)

Then, of all things, the only kind of relationship I seem to be able to build is with guys that do not live near me. Toledo, Ontario, New Mexico, SCOTLAND! All this would be OK if I were still the millionaire playboy (or is it playgirl for gays?) that I thought I once was.

Some days it just doesn't pay to get out of bad and face the world. Tomorrow, I sleep in!

Goodbyes

Last night, I was suddenly reminded how hard saying goodbye can be. Especially when you have to say goodbye to someone you love and that person doesn't know how you feel about them. Let's examine the case of Travis and Kevin, two roommates. Travis is gay and out. Kevin says he is not.

They've lived together for 4 years and have become really good friends. Throughout all this time, Travis has repeatedly hit on Kevin. Of course, Travis' gaydar is in fine working order, so he has pegged Kevin from the very beginning. Kevin repeatedly puts him off, but does things that are, shall we say, questionable for a straight man. For instance, leaving the bathroom door wide open when he showers, leaving the bedroom door open when he masturbates, saying "not tonight" when asked if he's like a bj, or wearing just boxers around a gay man. Stuff that a "normal" heterosexual man would not do.

According to Travis, Kevin is leaving for Washington (the state) for school. Whether undergrad or post-grad, I don't know. There's already a kind of tension in the apartment. Kevin has been hanging around Travis a lot more, but Travis is just not noticing. After four of being around Kevin (btw- Kevin is very good looking), Travis is just not as interested or observant as he used to be.

SO, last night I'm talking to Travis via the net and I told him exactly what to do to find out if Kevin is gay or not. Without going into all the details, let's just jump to the end and say it worked. Yes, I'm THAT good! Kevin kisses Travis, rather nervously, and says he'll be back in a few and leaves the house.

Almost an hour passes and Kevin isn't back. Travis finally calls Kevin to make sure everything is alright. Kevin is at the airport and is leaving for WA that night. He tells Travis he is sorry for doing it this way, but Travis is pissed and not listening.

Travis goes to Kevin's bedroom and finds that it has been cleaned out. There is a note to Travis on the dresser saying that he, Kevin, is sorry. He has wanted to be with Travis, to kiss him, to have him in his bed, for years, but was afraid. It ends, "You'll always be one of my best friends. Love, Kevin."

Travis is very angry. I keep trying to tell him not to take it so personally. Kevin is scared. It took a lot of courage for him to admit that he loved you, for him to kiss you, to come to the realization that he is gay. Then, to have to say goodbye and move to another state? Not even I would have been prepared for something like that.

Hell, I'm one that is known for not saying goodbyes. If it's hard, I just vanish into the dark of the night, the light of the day, fade away with the wind. I've done it before, chances are I'll probably do it again. If I don't want to say goodbye, I am just gone. Ask my family, ask my friends. Yeah, I'm a bitch like that.

Hopefully Travis understands and forgives Kevin. Hopefully my friends forgive me (my family has). You just have to understand, "goodbye" is a word that is hard to hear, but is even harder to say. I know. In the past 3 months two of my friends moved out of state and neither one said goodbye to me. But, you know, they have to do what is right for them. I don't hold it against them

Well, this blog is getting too morose. I promise, next blog I will tell you... Um, not that. How about... NAH, too pornographic. Maybe... Well, we'll see about that one. :)

Buongiorno, ragazzi!