Well...it is officially 2020.....I'm 30..With 5 jobs and in grad school...and still desperately single.....
To be honest I was hoping to be able to update this blog one day with a link to a disgusting Instagram couples account with a picture of me and my future husband on a beach somewhere, but alas I'm beginning to think that is becoming less and less likely as the years trudge on. I oscillate between being okay with this and feeling like if I am still alone at 40 then I might just actually give up on trying to be with someone and just adopt a kid and a dog ad settle down with myself.
It is really funny how this blog has morphed throughout the years from me being worried that I would never be able to commit to now feeling like I might not ever be able to find someone who wants to commit to me. For a long time I have focused on the issues that other people had that made them not realistic for me to date, but I'm beginning to wonder if maybe it has just been me all along.
So in a weird act of contrition I think that I am going to make a list of all the reasons that someone might decide I was not a right fit for them.
1. I work WAAAAAAY to much. I have known that this was a problem for a while now that I have just never really wanted to address because work is one of the few things that I have that gives me a purpose. Also selfishly work is one of the few places that I feel like I get a genuine connection with people outside of my family. I'm not really sure what the best way to work on this is....I mean obviously I could just quit one or two or three of my jobs, but I really don't want to do that. Eventually, I will change this one...I swear.....I PROMISE....just not yet, don't make me.
2. I've really stopped caring about my physical appearance in the last year. I really need to find the inside of a gym again because this muffin top is not pretty or tasty.
3. I'm a slob....I mean I'm not dirty, but I am definitely not neat and tidy. I really don't know how so many of these homos are so type A and prim and proper. I'm a mess. I love being able to walk into the house and take my pants off and then pick them up the next morning before work.
4. I can be dismissive of small problems. The people that I work with are always chaotic and frequently in crisis so if I come home or we go out and I have to hear about how Becky at work snubbed you at the water cooler and how that was the worst part of your day then I will probably tell you to consider yourself lucky.
5. I can be arrogant and condescending. I try really hard to keep myself in check, but there are some days when I do feel like what I do is vitally important and act like I am the only person who can do it. I feel like gay dating in some way sets people up to act this way though. People are always looking for the boyfriend with the best husband resume right? The abs....check....the job....check....the money...check...the do-gooder insta attitude...check.....the sexual prowess of a porn star...check....and the list goes on. I have actually been on a date when someone went through a mental checklist with me before deciding to go on to the next activity. Trying to figure out how to create the perfect husband resume and not come off like an arrogant prick is still something I am in a regular struggle about.
6. My relationship with my family can be a bit much for people. This is definitely something that I don't think I can change and its not really something I am interested in changing so I will need to figure out some kind of work around for this. Or just get someone who can understand or appreciate my family connection.
7. I'm greedy. I want to have my cake and eat it too. I want a partner on my terms....when and how and as frequently as I can. I don't want terms to be dictated to me, but rather I want to be the one dictating the terms. I want the illustrious career, the blossoming academic reputation, and the 1950s Leave it to Beaver living situation.
8. I love to play devil's advocate. While I might be loyal to a fault outwardly, inwardly I will always pick the opposite side and just argue it out. I find this to be stimulating mental acrobatics, but many people just find it annoying and unnecessary.
9. I'm distrustful of anyone that likes or compliments me. The minute someone starts to show interest I assume there is some kind of ulterior motive. They want something from me or are trying to hook up with one of my friends. I also tend to keep interested men at arms length because when people like me I assume it is only a matter of time until they break up with me.
10. I'm a furnace when I sleep and I very rarely turn the heat on in my house. This is strange for some, but I love my house being a bit chilly. I would much rather put on a sweater or two or bake cookies in the oven than turn the heat on. I could probably compromise about this if ever given the opportunity honestly.
I think I'll stop at ten otherwise I'm not sure I will ever stop. I have a few stories I am going to try and write and get up in the next few weeks. I am going to the Berkshires and then I will be in Hawaii, so I am hoping for a little time to decompress.
Until next time!
Tchau...
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Saturday, February 15, 2020
Sunday, July 29, 2018
Loveless in Seattle
Sorry for the lack of updates here. My life has been crazy and to be completely honest I had kind of put the idea of ever finding someone legitimate on hold after the Hufflepuff. I was pretty devastated for a relationship that hadn't really even started yet. It was pretty unreasonable to be honest. What did I care if he didn't like me back? Except I really did care...a lot. Recently The Hufflepuff recently changed his Facebook status and my distant longing that he would change his mind about who I am and what he wanted faded away. I threw myself into work. Like I always do. I'm now up to 6 jobs and grad school. To be honest even I am starting to think it is getting a little ridiculous and that I should probably slow down, but I'll be damned if I am going to let anyone else tell me that......mother........
So this weekend I flew across the country to see one of my friends from nursing school marry the love of her life. Amidst my own self-deprecation and heart ache I was going to be supportive of my friend who has successfully navigated the one thing that despite my jobs I have been unable to figure out...how to find the love of your life.
Jokingly, before I flew out, my friend had mentioned that she thought it would be a sort of brilliant piece of life theater if I found the love of my life at her wedding. I laughed it off, but secretly I of course hoped that she was right. I crossed my fingers that when I flew into Seattle my own personal Brawny Paper Towel man would be helping me get my bags off the plane and offer me a suggestion about a hiking trail. I would coyly ask for him to be my personal Sacagawea (of course he would be some ethnic mix that would lend him to be both a burly mountain man and the male version of the folkloric Native American maze-runner) and guide me through his most treasured hiking trail. I'd try and sleep with him in the middle of woods and he would redirect all of my sexual frustrations to building as close a relationship as possible in the four days that I was in town.
Well that didn't happen. I arrived sans pomp and circumstance and spent the first two days in Seattle alone with my books. I fielded a few phone calls from work but mostly kept to myself and dwelt on the fact that I was utterly alone. Most of the time I was fine, but as I navigated through the Pike Place Market alone and sat at a lovely French Bistro with nothing but the jibes of the newest David Sedaris book to keep me company, I kept looking for my Brawny Man.
The wedding was lovely. The bride was gorgeous, the groom was handsome, and the ceremony was just the right amount of sap and sass to prove that they were a real and lasting couple. It truly made me wonder if I would ever have a love like that or if I would just be the eternal wedding guest, good for a dance and to entertain your gay cousin for the evening, but not really ever having a relationship that was more serious than that.
So the night after the wedding I splurged on a hotel room in Downtown Seattle at a place called the Paramount. In almost some kind of alternative joke universe I was informed that my room had been upgraded free of charge to the Master Suite. It was both exciting and devastating! I think almost everyone gets excited at the idea of a bigger bathroom with additional amenities, but the thought of being in a hotel room that was bigger than my studio apartment at home in Boston....all alone....did nothing except remind me that I was by myself and had no one to even call and enjoy this amazing opportunity with beyond my SnapChat story and my mother.....less than desirable to say the least.
I forced myself to go out. I hit up the local gay concierge and asked for a recommendation, Queer Bar, HOW ORIGINAL!! But at this point I was willing to give anything a shot. I got in my Uber and arrived just as the bar was starting to get busy. It was like a who's who of Seattle's Gender Spectrum. I think every drag queen, king, and gender non-binary person was attempting to dance with the likes of the 10-15 cisgendered gay men who had come out for a night of debauchery. I was enjoying my second sip of the vokda/RedBull I had ordered when this fairly tall gangly white boy came of no where and said, "Can I buy you a drink?"
I was totally off-kilter. Who was this guy? Why was he offering me a drink when mine was full? How drunk was he? Was he here alone? Why was he wearing those ugly shorts? It didn't take long until all of those questions were quickly answered. Apparently the SeattleCasanova, had come to the bar with his best friend and had just been shot down by two other guys that evening. There was a certain endearing quality to him and after a bit of conversation I learned that he had only come out to his family a month ago and that he had tried doing the online dating thing in the past but now that he was out wanted to give the real life thing a try.
I don't know why, if it was the booze, if it was my loneliness, if it was the suite that I didn't want to go to waste, but I invited SeattleCasanova home with me. I insisted that he drink more water, and I insisted that we wouldn't be having sex. I actually was that horny, I had taken care of that 2-3 times before I even decided to go out.
Once we got home SeattleCasanova took off his clothes to get into bed to snuggle and I realized that the bulky clothes he was wearing were actually covering up a well defined body that was clearly the product of the gym, genetics, and some dedication to outdoorsman activities. The most surprising revelation had to be not the body underneath the clothes or the meaty cock that he had been hiding in the ugliest pair of plaid shorts I had ever seen in my entire life....was this giant tatoo of a cephalod on his right rib cage. It was gorgeous and colorful and incited an instant connection with this stranger beyond simply being two lonely gay men in a club in Seattle. The night was great and we had a wonderful morning together. The chemistry was off the charts despite not having penetrative anal sex at all.
Breakfast was pleasant and the conversation flowed like water. I didn't want him to leave. SeattleCasanova is one of three brothers, part of a very close Northwestern family, an accountant for a medical company, and quirky enough to hold my interest (I think he washed his hand a minimal of 37 times in the 16 or so hours we were together. SeattleCasanova is looking for a boyfriend. I am looking for something and last night we both filled that need.
After breakfast we went to Pike Place Market and got coffee and I got to experience the whole fish throwing and gum wall with a partner. It was really nice. I enjoyed his company and it was just a great morning. I didn't want it to end and so I asked if he would show me one of his hiking trails. We went to Discovery Park and because I can't help myself I made my Brawny man tale come true and then I drove SeattleCasanova home.
We traded phone numbers and social networking platforms and I hope that we stay in touch. Who knows if we will.....we have been talking, but this seems oddly reminiscent of the IndyWitch. Why is it that I allow myself to fall so hard and so fast for people who it will never work with? Is that why I allow myself to go there because I know that it is impossible to grow any semblance of a relationship across the country?
Who knows......I guess it's time I get on this plane and leave Seattle and all it's Casanovas for now.
Tchau!!
So this weekend I flew across the country to see one of my friends from nursing school marry the love of her life. Amidst my own self-deprecation and heart ache I was going to be supportive of my friend who has successfully navigated the one thing that despite my jobs I have been unable to figure out...how to find the love of your life.
Jokingly, before I flew out, my friend had mentioned that she thought it would be a sort of brilliant piece of life theater if I found the love of my life at her wedding. I laughed it off, but secretly I of course hoped that she was right. I crossed my fingers that when I flew into Seattle my own personal Brawny Paper Towel man would be helping me get my bags off the plane and offer me a suggestion about a hiking trail. I would coyly ask for him to be my personal Sacagawea (of course he would be some ethnic mix that would lend him to be both a burly mountain man and the male version of the folkloric Native American maze-runner) and guide me through his most treasured hiking trail. I'd try and sleep with him in the middle of woods and he would redirect all of my sexual frustrations to building as close a relationship as possible in the four days that I was in town.
Well that didn't happen. I arrived sans pomp and circumstance and spent the first two days in Seattle alone with my books. I fielded a few phone calls from work but mostly kept to myself and dwelt on the fact that I was utterly alone. Most of the time I was fine, but as I navigated through the Pike Place Market alone and sat at a lovely French Bistro with nothing but the jibes of the newest David Sedaris book to keep me company, I kept looking for my Brawny Man.
The wedding was lovely. The bride was gorgeous, the groom was handsome, and the ceremony was just the right amount of sap and sass to prove that they were a real and lasting couple. It truly made me wonder if I would ever have a love like that or if I would just be the eternal wedding guest, good for a dance and to entertain your gay cousin for the evening, but not really ever having a relationship that was more serious than that.
So the night after the wedding I splurged on a hotel room in Downtown Seattle at a place called the Paramount. In almost some kind of alternative joke universe I was informed that my room had been upgraded free of charge to the Master Suite. It was both exciting and devastating! I think almost everyone gets excited at the idea of a bigger bathroom with additional amenities, but the thought of being in a hotel room that was bigger than my studio apartment at home in Boston....all alone....did nothing except remind me that I was by myself and had no one to even call and enjoy this amazing opportunity with beyond my SnapChat story and my mother.....less than desirable to say the least.
I forced myself to go out. I hit up the local gay concierge and asked for a recommendation, Queer Bar, HOW ORIGINAL!! But at this point I was willing to give anything a shot. I got in my Uber and arrived just as the bar was starting to get busy. It was like a who's who of Seattle's Gender Spectrum. I think every drag queen, king, and gender non-binary person was attempting to dance with the likes of the 10-15 cisgendered gay men who had come out for a night of debauchery. I was enjoying my second sip of the vokda/RedBull I had ordered when this fairly tall gangly white boy came of no where and said, "Can I buy you a drink?"
I was totally off-kilter. Who was this guy? Why was he offering me a drink when mine was full? How drunk was he? Was he here alone? Why was he wearing those ugly shorts? It didn't take long until all of those questions were quickly answered. Apparently the SeattleCasanova, had come to the bar with his best friend and had just been shot down by two other guys that evening. There was a certain endearing quality to him and after a bit of conversation I learned that he had only come out to his family a month ago and that he had tried doing the online dating thing in the past but now that he was out wanted to give the real life thing a try.
I don't know why, if it was the booze, if it was my loneliness, if it was the suite that I didn't want to go to waste, but I invited SeattleCasanova home with me. I insisted that he drink more water, and I insisted that we wouldn't be having sex. I actually was that horny, I had taken care of that 2-3 times before I even decided to go out.
Once we got home SeattleCasanova took off his clothes to get into bed to snuggle and I realized that the bulky clothes he was wearing were actually covering up a well defined body that was clearly the product of the gym, genetics, and some dedication to outdoorsman activities. The most surprising revelation had to be not the body underneath the clothes or the meaty cock that he had been hiding in the ugliest pair of plaid shorts I had ever seen in my entire life....was this giant tatoo of a cephalod on his right rib cage. It was gorgeous and colorful and incited an instant connection with this stranger beyond simply being two lonely gay men in a club in Seattle. The night was great and we had a wonderful morning together. The chemistry was off the charts despite not having penetrative anal sex at all.
Breakfast was pleasant and the conversation flowed like water. I didn't want him to leave. SeattleCasanova is one of three brothers, part of a very close Northwestern family, an accountant for a medical company, and quirky enough to hold my interest (I think he washed his hand a minimal of 37 times in the 16 or so hours we were together. SeattleCasanova is looking for a boyfriend. I am looking for something and last night we both filled that need.
After breakfast we went to Pike Place Market and got coffee and I got to experience the whole fish throwing and gum wall with a partner. It was really nice. I enjoyed his company and it was just a great morning. I didn't want it to end and so I asked if he would show me one of his hiking trails. We went to Discovery Park and because I can't help myself I made my Brawny man tale come true and then I drove SeattleCasanova home.
We traded phone numbers and social networking platforms and I hope that we stay in touch. Who knows if we will.....we have been talking, but this seems oddly reminiscent of the IndyWitch. Why is it that I allow myself to fall so hard and so fast for people who it will never work with? Is that why I allow myself to go there because I know that it is impossible to grow any semblance of a relationship across the country?
Who knows......I guess it's time I get on this plane and leave Seattle and all it's Casanovas for now.
Tchau!!
Saturday, October 12, 2013
50 Posts and Still As Single As Ever!
Here we are at post 50 of this blog experiment and I am still as single as the day that I first started it. I have still never had anyone that I would consider a boyfriend. Still not a single soul that I would even introduce to my brother never mind my mother or father. I'm not sure if I am more disappointed in myself for not being able to sustain any semblance of an adult romantic relationship or if I am more disappointed in the absolute lack of any type of normal man that I would want to be in a romantic relationship with at this point in my life.
Yesterday was National Coming Out Day October 11th. I went out with one of my really good friends to dinner in the South End and then to a bar called Jose McIntyre's in downtown Boston. Dinner in the South End is always fun because the restaurants tend to be fairly well priced with excellent food and drinks and of course a friendly gay atmosphere. This night was no different as we went to Masa and had a grand old time. Then we headed out to Jose McIntyre's for a BC Law get together. I was assured that there would be a ton of eligible future lawyers and I figured What The Hell....
When we got to Jose's we didn't pay a cover at all and headed right up stairs where the DJ was already playing a great set and we both got drinks and just started schmoozing. As I was being introduced to friend group after friend group a few things became very apparent. One was that my friend really is super nice and it is impossible not to like her, which meant I had a lot of people to meet. Two was that I was probably the most ethnic person there and I am only half Portuguese. That's sort of a joke but not really, I think maybe there was one black couple there and a few latinos but that was pretty much it. Three was that as each group of friends met me and I was introduced they would ask what I do and when I would say I was an STD nurse. Then they would ask if I was my friend's boyfriend and there was always this awkward pause. You could see it in their face that they were searching for some sort of confirmation that I was gay or straight, because clearly I was not my female friend's State Street working beau.
I may have completely fabricated this in my head, but honestly that is what it felt like and I couldn't quite figure out why. I never like to leave it up in the air though so I would always make a comment or drop something in casual conversation to make sure that they knew I was open about my sexuality. It puzzled me for about 10-15 minutes because from what I could tell there were a lot of available guys on my team throughout the bar. I mean everywhere I turned my gaydar was pinging for one homo or another. Then it dawned on me when one of the girls asked me if I thought she could make out with a boy who was dancing in a circle and moving his hips like Shakira. "Ummm...yea I'm sure you could make out with him the gays love making out with straight girls." The look of horror in the girl's face said it all. The boy who she was so plainly talking about and who was so obviously gay to me was not out.
At this point I turned to my friend who had been joined by her boyfriend and asked point blank, "What the fuck? Are all of these guys in the closet? Do they have a weekly tea with the White Witch and Mr. Tumnus?" She looked at me and chuckled. I spent the rest of the night Dancing On My Own. And I was actually perfectly happy about it. Once all of my friend's Northeastern friends started to show up I really began just relaxing and having a good time. The drinks were good and cheap, the music was fun, and there was no reason not to have a good time.
Then the most gorgeous man I have seen in weeks walked onto the dance floor. He was about 6'4" tall, long brown hair (model long, not homeless long), pretty face, amazing body, white (?), and just seemed to be having a genuinely good time with a bunch of his friends. I gawked like any normal gay man, but ultimately went back to dancing with my friends because he was probably straight or in the closet and it just wasn't going to be worth my time. As the hour went by he kept getting closer and closer to me until we were literally back to back. I was a little taken aback by his dancing ability if I am being completely honest for a 6'4" white guy he at least had rhythm. Then he leaned down and just started talking to me. I was shocked. It wasn't about anything in particular, but still I thought it was weird. Then he went to the bathroom and came back and once again muttered something stupid to me about being underneath the air conditioner vent before going back to our dancing back to back position.
At this point my friend's boyfriend leaned in and asked me if the guy was hitting on me. I am not going to lie. I hoped so. He was gorgeous. I thought maybe this is it. The one truly gorgeous man in the bar on National Coming Out Day..wouldn't that be a fucking story....
So my female friend went right up to him and basically just asked, "What's your deal my gay friend likes you?" The response was typical, Sorry if I gave him the wrong impression but I'm straight. I wish I could say I was crushed, but I wasn't. I expected it. I think that may actually be worse, I was not even surprised that the gorgeous attractive man was in no way interested in me.
The night wore on and eventually it was 12:40 and it was time for me to head home before public transportation completely shut down. I got to the orange line and decided that I would just shut my eyes and wait for the train to show up. Naturally I spent at least 30 minutes waiting for the last orange line train. And when I finally opened my eyes it was because I thought I felt someone touch my leg. And there the creeper, some older black guy, was literally sitting and rubbing my thigh. I can't make this shit up! I moved immediately and threw his hand back at him. "Dude what the fuck keep your hands to yourself." I got on a train car and then the guy got on the same one. He literally followed me. Thank God when I got back to Sullivan I was able to get on a bus away from him and head home in peace.
I came to two conclusions last night.
One: I may not have someone in my life that I would want to have a romantic relationship with, but really that's okay. I do not want to settle for someone that is not right. I refuse to just be in a relationship to be in a relationship even if it means that I am going to the bar alone and dancing in a group full of couples for the next 10 years. Well....maybe not 10 years I don't want to be that creepy dude at the bar dancing far beyond his expiration date.
Two: Even if nothing else....at least I'm Out. I never realized how important that really is to me. I've never really thought about the whole being open about your sexuality thing. I've been out for so long and I really am so comfortable talking about it with anyone that I forget that for a lot of people it is not just that simple. The concept of being in the closet and faking a relationship with a girl or faking not finding the right one when they may be sitting in front of you but the same sex so you never let yourself like them is just crazy to me. So even if I end up alone at least I won't be worried its because I never gave it a shot it will be because my perfect other half doesn't exist.
The only thing that gives me the slightest bit of hope is a sentence that came from the most unsuspecting place last week. My boss is an older female nursing professor who has devoted her life to working with vulnerable populations and teaching students how to take care of them. She is married and has two adopted children and, in a nutshell, she is everything I want to be when I grow up. To get to my point though, while we were working at a clinic in PTown we were discussing future life plans because my nursing counterpart is pregnant and my boss looked at me and said, "Welll you're going to have kids one day so you'll see. I mean you are planning on having kids right? I mean I just always picture you with kids." I was totally taken aback because it just seemed like it came out of no where but it was nice. The nurse whose gut instinct I most trust thinks in her heart of hearts that I am going to end up married with kids. Its not a lot, but its enough hope to get me to keep this blog going until I finally find someone.
Until Next Time....
Chau!!!
Yesterday was National Coming Out Day October 11th. I went out with one of my really good friends to dinner in the South End and then to a bar called Jose McIntyre's in downtown Boston. Dinner in the South End is always fun because the restaurants tend to be fairly well priced with excellent food and drinks and of course a friendly gay atmosphere. This night was no different as we went to Masa and had a grand old time. Then we headed out to Jose McIntyre's for a BC Law get together. I was assured that there would be a ton of eligible future lawyers and I figured What The Hell....
When we got to Jose's we didn't pay a cover at all and headed right up stairs where the DJ was already playing a great set and we both got drinks and just started schmoozing. As I was being introduced to friend group after friend group a few things became very apparent. One was that my friend really is super nice and it is impossible not to like her, which meant I had a lot of people to meet. Two was that I was probably the most ethnic person there and I am only half Portuguese. That's sort of a joke but not really, I think maybe there was one black couple there and a few latinos but that was pretty much it. Three was that as each group of friends met me and I was introduced they would ask what I do and when I would say I was an STD nurse. Then they would ask if I was my friend's boyfriend and there was always this awkward pause. You could see it in their face that they were searching for some sort of confirmation that I was gay or straight, because clearly I was not my female friend's State Street working beau.
I may have completely fabricated this in my head, but honestly that is what it felt like and I couldn't quite figure out why. I never like to leave it up in the air though so I would always make a comment or drop something in casual conversation to make sure that they knew I was open about my sexuality. It puzzled me for about 10-15 minutes because from what I could tell there were a lot of available guys on my team throughout the bar. I mean everywhere I turned my gaydar was pinging for one homo or another. Then it dawned on me when one of the girls asked me if I thought she could make out with a boy who was dancing in a circle and moving his hips like Shakira. "Ummm...yea I'm sure you could make out with him the gays love making out with straight girls." The look of horror in the girl's face said it all. The boy who she was so plainly talking about and who was so obviously gay to me was not out.
At this point I turned to my friend who had been joined by her boyfriend and asked point blank, "What the fuck? Are all of these guys in the closet? Do they have a weekly tea with the White Witch and Mr. Tumnus?" She looked at me and chuckled. I spent the rest of the night Dancing On My Own. And I was actually perfectly happy about it. Once all of my friend's Northeastern friends started to show up I really began just relaxing and having a good time. The drinks were good and cheap, the music was fun, and there was no reason not to have a good time.
Then the most gorgeous man I have seen in weeks walked onto the dance floor. He was about 6'4" tall, long brown hair (model long, not homeless long), pretty face, amazing body, white (?), and just seemed to be having a genuinely good time with a bunch of his friends. I gawked like any normal gay man, but ultimately went back to dancing with my friends because he was probably straight or in the closet and it just wasn't going to be worth my time. As the hour went by he kept getting closer and closer to me until we were literally back to back. I was a little taken aback by his dancing ability if I am being completely honest for a 6'4" white guy he at least had rhythm. Then he leaned down and just started talking to me. I was shocked. It wasn't about anything in particular, but still I thought it was weird. Then he went to the bathroom and came back and once again muttered something stupid to me about being underneath the air conditioner vent before going back to our dancing back to back position.
At this point my friend's boyfriend leaned in and asked me if the guy was hitting on me. I am not going to lie. I hoped so. He was gorgeous. I thought maybe this is it. The one truly gorgeous man in the bar on National Coming Out Day..wouldn't that be a fucking story....
So my female friend went right up to him and basically just asked, "What's your deal my gay friend likes you?" The response was typical, Sorry if I gave him the wrong impression but I'm straight. I wish I could say I was crushed, but I wasn't. I expected it. I think that may actually be worse, I was not even surprised that the gorgeous attractive man was in no way interested in me.
The night wore on and eventually it was 12:40 and it was time for me to head home before public transportation completely shut down. I got to the orange line and decided that I would just shut my eyes and wait for the train to show up. Naturally I spent at least 30 minutes waiting for the last orange line train. And when I finally opened my eyes it was because I thought I felt someone touch my leg. And there the creeper, some older black guy, was literally sitting and rubbing my thigh. I can't make this shit up! I moved immediately and threw his hand back at him. "Dude what the fuck keep your hands to yourself." I got on a train car and then the guy got on the same one. He literally followed me. Thank God when I got back to Sullivan I was able to get on a bus away from him and head home in peace.
I came to two conclusions last night.
One: I may not have someone in my life that I would want to have a romantic relationship with, but really that's okay. I do not want to settle for someone that is not right. I refuse to just be in a relationship to be in a relationship even if it means that I am going to the bar alone and dancing in a group full of couples for the next 10 years. Well....maybe not 10 years I don't want to be that creepy dude at the bar dancing far beyond his expiration date.
Two: Even if nothing else....at least I'm Out. I never realized how important that really is to me. I've never really thought about the whole being open about your sexuality thing. I've been out for so long and I really am so comfortable talking about it with anyone that I forget that for a lot of people it is not just that simple. The concept of being in the closet and faking a relationship with a girl or faking not finding the right one when they may be sitting in front of you but the same sex so you never let yourself like them is just crazy to me. So even if I end up alone at least I won't be worried its because I never gave it a shot it will be because my perfect other half doesn't exist.
The only thing that gives me the slightest bit of hope is a sentence that came from the most unsuspecting place last week. My boss is an older female nursing professor who has devoted her life to working with vulnerable populations and teaching students how to take care of them. She is married and has two adopted children and, in a nutshell, she is everything I want to be when I grow up. To get to my point though, while we were working at a clinic in PTown we were discussing future life plans because my nursing counterpart is pregnant and my boss looked at me and said, "Welll you're going to have kids one day so you'll see. I mean you are planning on having kids right? I mean I just always picture you with kids." I was totally taken aback because it just seemed like it came out of no where but it was nice. The nurse whose gut instinct I most trust thinks in her heart of hearts that I am going to end up married with kids. Its not a lot, but its enough hope to get me to keep this blog going until I finally find someone.
Until Next Time....
Chau!!!
Wednesday, October 2, 2013
Two Cups of Crazy and a Side of CuckooCachoo
Geri is no more.....Is anyone surprised???
Well here is the story for all of you so you can feel better about your own lives. After our first date Geri called me and was interested in seeing me again. The first date went so well I jumped at the opportunity. He wanted to me to come by on Sunday evening after his work shift for ice cream and a movie. At first I wasn't huge on the idea because I thought it seemed like I was going to become a booty call, but I eventually gave in and agreed. Then that night I got a call from Geri and he wanted to reschedule for Monday during the day because he didn't want me to get the wrong impression. He realized that a second date of me coming to his place at 11pm might give the wrong impression. I was ecstatic! I quickly agreed to the Monday date, because for once I had Monday off, and we threw around some ideas and settled on apple picking.
Monday came and I got a call bright and early but I couldn't really understand him over the phone, but we settled on a time so I started doing some stuff for my patients and then I was going to head over. On my way to his place I called once again to let him know I was on my way and again I kept misunderstanding him over the phone. When I got to his place it did not look exactly how I remembered. It was not a really pretty old Victorian home in Dorchester, but rather an older Victorian in need of refurbishment on the brink of the hood. But who am I to judge a book by its cover?
So I called him again and he told me he was going to meet me at the front door...and he hoped I didn't mind he was in his underwear. To be honest....I was definitely intrigued and then I saw the underwear he was wearing. A pair of old tighty whities with holes in them and a black wife beater with an almost equal number of holes. I want you all to have a good picture of this in your head....they weren't sexy you can see some of my ass or dick kind of holes...they were I live in a trailer and can't afford new underwear kind of holes. Again though I thought...no its fine I am going to let this go maybe it will be fine. I even ignored the fact that he was on the phone with someone else and didn't say hi so much as he nodded approval and started walking up the stairs.
When we finally got in his apartment he led me to the kitchen where he finally got off the phone and went in for a kiss. I sort of begrudgingly gave him one and I noticed some red stuff on his lips that I couldn't quite make out. Then as he continued talking I realized that he was slurring a little bit. Almost immediately after that he began making scrambled eggs and rice and I realized that he was stumbling a little bit and that his breath when I kissed him smelled of something familiar....Geri was drunk and it was only 11a on a Monday.
I tried to figure out if he was drunk and began asking some questions that sort of beat around the bush and before long Geri simply revealed..."I'm drunk from last night. I went out with a bunch of co-workers and then came home and got high with my roommates."
I was completely taken aback. It hit me as soon as he said it that the previous night was not about being respectful with me but more likely that he got a better offer with his co-workers. But again who am I to judge we had only been on one date and I suppose it was possible he had woken up drunk.
Then he offered me a Bloody Mary which I refused because it was too early. We finished breakfast and we began kissing again and ended up in his bedroom. I was hoping that he would sober up and then we would be able to go apple picking like we planned. Then mid-hooking up he left and went to the kitchen presumably to get a glass of water and came back with a half consumed Bloody Mary. I couldn't believe it. I was really turned off.
We started hooking up again despite my own issues and then I noticed a mole on his dick and I may have said something about the potential for HPV. He became indignant and made me inspect his penis in the light to see that it was in fact a mole. Then he became aggravated that I could not shut off my nurse hat for 3 minutes and stood up from bed. I thought the situation had gotten significantly awkward so I moved to put on some clothes and suavely make my exit. And I was informed rather gruffly that I should stay and he was going to have a cigarette and would be back. I then made a move to at least put my underwear on because I thought the hooking up portion of the day was over and was again rather curtly told..."Don't do that, we're adults we can disagree and I can have a cigarette and then we can get back to that."
I wasn't really sure what to do. I mean I didn't hate making out with him or fooling around but I definitely was getting less attracted to him as the time went on. So I stayed and we continued to hook up. He attempted to get me to cum....and I assured him that it wasn't going to happen, but he persevered and eventually after he came and left me to my own devices I was able to get off. He then threw me a towel and I cleaned off. Then he said that he needed to shower, because he hadn't yet that day, and that after that we should go apple picking.
My reservations were compounding as the minutes passed and I knew apple picking was going to take longer than I wanted. Meanwhile he was planning dinner and breakfast the next morning. I needed an alternative to apple picking and a way out. Both came to me rather quickly, fortunately I have been in these need to get away situations before and have some tried and true Get Out of Date Free Cards to play. Based on the lovely weather and the fact that we were in Dorchester I suggested that we go for a walk to Castle Island. Then I also threw out that my roommate was potentially breaking up with her boyfriend and I might need to go home to help her cope with the break up. That was when the wonderfully old man-isms started flying, "Should I call the WHAAAAMBULANCE for her?"
He did eventually agree that the beach might be a good idea but he expressed his disappointment with not being able to "chuck" apples at me. I chuckled despite the fact that I was less than unamused. It was requested that I go and sit on the porch while he showered so I didn't have to observe his getting ready ritual. I happily headed out to the porch where I was able to see one of Geri's cute neighbors washing his car. Then after about 25 minutes he came back onto the porch more intoxicated than he had been prior to his shower.
We headed out to the beach and I was shocked at how intoxicated he actually was. He was staggering walking next to me and to be honest I was surprised he could find his way to the beach. We stopped to grab coffee on the way to the beach because I thought that maybe some other liquid in his system would help, but I was completely embarrassed by the fact that he couldn't even stand in one spot without leaning on the counter.
When we finally arrived at the beach he had suggested I realized that it was the old Stab N' Kill where Whitey use to dump his bodies. Sitting along the beach a man walking a dog came by and knew Geri. They had what must have been a 5-10 minute conversation that was very flirty but never once was I introduced. The guy's dog actually paid more attention to me more than either Geri or the mystery man.
He finally left and Geri explained that the mystery man was his ex-boyfriend who broke his heart. He also told me that he had spent the night with him the day before our date. That was pretty much the final straw. I needed to get out of there so I faked a text message from my friend saying that she was on her way home and needed me and a bottle of wine. Then he told me on our walk home that my friend sounded like she was "Two Cups of Crazy and a Side of CuckooCachoo" and I couldn't help but think, Someone in this situation is but I'm not sure its my friend.
On the walk home we passed a home for the mentally disabled and he drunkenly slurred out, "Yea that's the retard house. I had a friend with Down Syndrome in high school, we use to give him so much shit." I was now completely horrified and I began walking with a purpose. When we got back to his car he said something to the effect of, "Well I will just have to get other dinner plans for tonight, maybe I will even fuck them." Then he went in for a final kiss. I tried to make it a peck and then his tongue invaded my mouth and I had no other choice. I got in my car without a single look back, put on Quittin' Time and sped home.
All of my roommates were there and we ordered four pizzas and put away a few beers and a bottle of wine while watching Moulin Rouge. Is there really more you could ask of roommates. SO for now I guess its back to the drawing board. I will carefully avoid calls and make sure he knows its over but I will not be going on another date.
For now I guess that is all I have to report. If anyone has any suggestions on places to find normal men I am an open book feel free to let me know.
Chau!!
Well here is the story for all of you so you can feel better about your own lives. After our first date Geri called me and was interested in seeing me again. The first date went so well I jumped at the opportunity. He wanted to me to come by on Sunday evening after his work shift for ice cream and a movie. At first I wasn't huge on the idea because I thought it seemed like I was going to become a booty call, but I eventually gave in and agreed. Then that night I got a call from Geri and he wanted to reschedule for Monday during the day because he didn't want me to get the wrong impression. He realized that a second date of me coming to his place at 11pm might give the wrong impression. I was ecstatic! I quickly agreed to the Monday date, because for once I had Monday off, and we threw around some ideas and settled on apple picking.
Monday came and I got a call bright and early but I couldn't really understand him over the phone, but we settled on a time so I started doing some stuff for my patients and then I was going to head over. On my way to his place I called once again to let him know I was on my way and again I kept misunderstanding him over the phone. When I got to his place it did not look exactly how I remembered. It was not a really pretty old Victorian home in Dorchester, but rather an older Victorian in need of refurbishment on the brink of the hood. But who am I to judge a book by its cover?
So I called him again and he told me he was going to meet me at the front door...and he hoped I didn't mind he was in his underwear. To be honest....I was definitely intrigued and then I saw the underwear he was wearing. A pair of old tighty whities with holes in them and a black wife beater with an almost equal number of holes. I want you all to have a good picture of this in your head....they weren't sexy you can see some of my ass or dick kind of holes...they were I live in a trailer and can't afford new underwear kind of holes. Again though I thought...no its fine I am going to let this go maybe it will be fine. I even ignored the fact that he was on the phone with someone else and didn't say hi so much as he nodded approval and started walking up the stairs.
When we finally got in his apartment he led me to the kitchen where he finally got off the phone and went in for a kiss. I sort of begrudgingly gave him one and I noticed some red stuff on his lips that I couldn't quite make out. Then as he continued talking I realized that he was slurring a little bit. Almost immediately after that he began making scrambled eggs and rice and I realized that he was stumbling a little bit and that his breath when I kissed him smelled of something familiar....Geri was drunk and it was only 11a on a Monday.
I tried to figure out if he was drunk and began asking some questions that sort of beat around the bush and before long Geri simply revealed..."I'm drunk from last night. I went out with a bunch of co-workers and then came home and got high with my roommates."
I was completely taken aback. It hit me as soon as he said it that the previous night was not about being respectful with me but more likely that he got a better offer with his co-workers. But again who am I to judge we had only been on one date and I suppose it was possible he had woken up drunk.
Then he offered me a Bloody Mary which I refused because it was too early. We finished breakfast and we began kissing again and ended up in his bedroom. I was hoping that he would sober up and then we would be able to go apple picking like we planned. Then mid-hooking up he left and went to the kitchen presumably to get a glass of water and came back with a half consumed Bloody Mary. I couldn't believe it. I was really turned off.
We started hooking up again despite my own issues and then I noticed a mole on his dick and I may have said something about the potential for HPV. He became indignant and made me inspect his penis in the light to see that it was in fact a mole. Then he became aggravated that I could not shut off my nurse hat for 3 minutes and stood up from bed. I thought the situation had gotten significantly awkward so I moved to put on some clothes and suavely make my exit. And I was informed rather gruffly that I should stay and he was going to have a cigarette and would be back. I then made a move to at least put my underwear on because I thought the hooking up portion of the day was over and was again rather curtly told..."Don't do that, we're adults we can disagree and I can have a cigarette and then we can get back to that."
I wasn't really sure what to do. I mean I didn't hate making out with him or fooling around but I definitely was getting less attracted to him as the time went on. So I stayed and we continued to hook up. He attempted to get me to cum....and I assured him that it wasn't going to happen, but he persevered and eventually after he came and left me to my own devices I was able to get off. He then threw me a towel and I cleaned off. Then he said that he needed to shower, because he hadn't yet that day, and that after that we should go apple picking.
My reservations were compounding as the minutes passed and I knew apple picking was going to take longer than I wanted. Meanwhile he was planning dinner and breakfast the next morning. I needed an alternative to apple picking and a way out. Both came to me rather quickly, fortunately I have been in these need to get away situations before and have some tried and true Get Out of Date Free Cards to play. Based on the lovely weather and the fact that we were in Dorchester I suggested that we go for a walk to Castle Island. Then I also threw out that my roommate was potentially breaking up with her boyfriend and I might need to go home to help her cope with the break up. That was when the wonderfully old man-isms started flying, "Should I call the WHAAAAMBULANCE for her?"
He did eventually agree that the beach might be a good idea but he expressed his disappointment with not being able to "chuck" apples at me. I chuckled despite the fact that I was less than unamused. It was requested that I go and sit on the porch while he showered so I didn't have to observe his getting ready ritual. I happily headed out to the porch where I was able to see one of Geri's cute neighbors washing his car. Then after about 25 minutes he came back onto the porch more intoxicated than he had been prior to his shower.
We headed out to the beach and I was shocked at how intoxicated he actually was. He was staggering walking next to me and to be honest I was surprised he could find his way to the beach. We stopped to grab coffee on the way to the beach because I thought that maybe some other liquid in his system would help, but I was completely embarrassed by the fact that he couldn't even stand in one spot without leaning on the counter.
When we finally arrived at the beach he had suggested I realized that it was the old Stab N' Kill where Whitey use to dump his bodies. Sitting along the beach a man walking a dog came by and knew Geri. They had what must have been a 5-10 minute conversation that was very flirty but never once was I introduced. The guy's dog actually paid more attention to me more than either Geri or the mystery man.
He finally left and Geri explained that the mystery man was his ex-boyfriend who broke his heart. He also told me that he had spent the night with him the day before our date. That was pretty much the final straw. I needed to get out of there so I faked a text message from my friend saying that she was on her way home and needed me and a bottle of wine. Then he told me on our walk home that my friend sounded like she was "Two Cups of Crazy and a Side of CuckooCachoo" and I couldn't help but think, Someone in this situation is but I'm not sure its my friend.
On the walk home we passed a home for the mentally disabled and he drunkenly slurred out, "Yea that's the retard house. I had a friend with Down Syndrome in high school, we use to give him so much shit." I was now completely horrified and I began walking with a purpose. When we got back to his car he said something to the effect of, "Well I will just have to get other dinner plans for tonight, maybe I will even fuck them." Then he went in for a final kiss. I tried to make it a peck and then his tongue invaded my mouth and I had no other choice. I got in my car without a single look back, put on Quittin' Time and sped home.
All of my roommates were there and we ordered four pizzas and put away a few beers and a bottle of wine while watching Moulin Rouge. Is there really more you could ask of roommates. SO for now I guess its back to the drawing board. I will carefully avoid calls and make sure he knows its over but I will not be going on another date.
For now I guess that is all I have to report. If anyone has any suggestions on places to find normal men I am an open book feel free to let me know.
Chau!!
Monday, September 9, 2013
When It's Just Not Right...
I moved into a new apartment this week with a bunch of friends and I simply could not be happier about my new living situation. Its a perfect 20-something apartment/social group. And that is my exposition for today....now I will move onto the rest of the story.
The Harvard Gaymer returned to school this week. Naturally I was really excited to see him and go on a date with someone again who was normal. We made plans for Friday night to do dinner in Davis Square and then just hang out at my new place. Prior to the date on Thursday night I received a slew of drunk texts that sort of freaked me out. I would supply them below, but it appears that they somehow got deleted...but here is a summary:
Summary of Scary Text Messages
This is a drunk text. I want to tell you that I want to ask you to be my boyfriend but I don't think you would want to do that so I can't ask. But I really like you ALOT. And I want to cuddle you forever because drunk me wants to tell you that I LOVE being with you.
End of Summary of Scary Text Messages
Lots of things happened there. One, I realized that he was only 20 and therefore drunk in a dorm room while I was sitting in my new apartment with my Yo-Pro roomies. Two, was that I realized he wanted me to be his boyfriend. Three, he threw out the word LOVE....I ALMOST DIED!!
I chose not to really respond to these texts until the next morning because I figured engaging in a conversation via text with a drunk 20 year old was probably not a great idea. The next morning I texted quickly to check that we were still on for Friday and to say that the drunk text messages were fine.
On Friday we went to dinner at the Painted Burro. We had to wait for half an hour to get a table so we decided to walk around the block once or twice. Talking and catching up I realized that we really were at different points in our lives. He was really concerned with his classes and what he was taking and his new dormmates and I just don't have any of those concerns any more which is weird but an unfortunate truth.
When we finally got a table we got seated next to a large group of gay guys in their mid-to-late twenties and some of them were super cute, even the waiter was a 25ish year old attractive Latino man. Looking around and listening to the conversations at the tables around me while I was sitting and talking with the Harvard Gaymer I couldn't help but that think there was just something not quite right about the date. The Harvard Gaymer is cute and the conversation was fine but there was just something not right about the date. I kept looking at the tables around me and thinking that I belonged more at one of them than at the one I was currently sitting at.
When dinner was finished we headed over to Diesel Cafe where we grabbed some coffee and continued talking. It was at this point that I realized he still had not come out to his parents and that he was no more closer to coming out to them now than he had been after our first date. The perfect symbol for the date and the situation was my coffee. I ordered a hot 20 oz coffee that was served to me in an actual glass with a hot cup holder around it...I practically burned my lips on the glass.
Nevertheless, I brought the Harvard Gaymer back to my place. I was hoping that if the chemistry when we got back to my place was perfect I might be able to overlook some of the problems, but that was not the case. Rather, when we got back to my place and started fooling around the lack of chemistry between us just further elucidated just how much this was not going to work.
Neither one of us came despite the fact that he stayed the night. He couldn't really stay hard at all throughout the course of our fooling around. We cuddled well together but again it just didn't feel quite right for whatever reason. So as we were spooning and falling asleep I bit the bullet and just laid it all out on the table.
I don't think that it will work out between the Harvard Gaymer and I for a lot of reasons:
1. He is too young.
2. The sexual chemistry is just not right.
3. He is not out.
4. He is a virgin.
5. He can't drink....even out at dinner.
6. He got REAL SERIOUS REAL FAST
I guess that's it really and most of them come down to the same point.....He is TOO young. It just sucks...he would be perfect if he was a couple years older.
At the end of the conversation we both ended up agreeing that we could still go on dates on occasion but that the intention would not be to get really serious. He seemed to understand my point about not wanting to date someone in the closet AGAIN. He also seemed to understand why I did not want to take his virginity which I think is really the more important point.
All in all I have to say that I am disappointed. I was so hopeful that it was going to work out this time. I really thought the Harvard Gaymer was more right than he was. I think part of the problem was that for the past couple months I had really only been speaking to him via text and it wasn't really giving me a good idea of just how off the chemistry between the two of us was, which quite frankly gave me a false hope that it was all going to work out this time.
I guess I will just have to keep looking. Maybe one day soon I will find a wonderful man that will complete my new apartment and YoPro lifestyle....A boy can dream right??
Until Later....
Chau!!
Sunday, August 25, 2013
You Got Cum Up My Nose...
Most people would agree that one of the best ways to spend a Sunday is doing absolutely nothing. I think most people would also agree that one of the few activities that would trump a lazy Sunday would be a 4 hour sex-a-thon. Well that's what I thought...But I may have ventured into the land of PLCs....once again...
Let me start from the beginning....How many of you remember Hickey??? Yes that Hickey. Well about two weeks ago he messaged me once again on OkCupid and we began chatting. Everything was innocent enough at first. Nothing nearly as crazy as the last time that I saw him at the Panera, but at some point, probably around 11pm that night he started to sort of dirty text me. I wouldn't even say it was sexting at this point just dirty texting. Then about 30 minutes in it became full on sexting....pictures and all. To be honest I completely forgot how dirty this guy could be. The craziness had taken the place of any good character traits about him. After an hour or so of dirty texting/sexting I finally relented and gave him my number again (he had deleted it in his anger after the Panera incident).
Hickey then told me that he would be going to Jamaica for a week but he would like to see me after that. I expressed my concern that I didn't want to give him the wrong impression. I was very clear that I really was not looking to date him but if he was still interested in fooling around we might be able to do something about that. He was pretty interested in the proposition so I said I would text him when he got back from Jamaica to talk about coffee sometime.
So a week went by and I texted him again. He had a good trip and thought about what I had proposed, a friends with benefits situation more than a real dating situation, and he was still interested. I thought about this for a while before I really agreed. I remember how emotionally invested he got the last time and I didn't want a repeat, but the truth is I hadn't had sex since Hickey so...yes one head got the better of the other.
We agreed that we would meet that Sunday for coffee....by a fortunate turn of events both of my current roommates were away for the week which made my apartment a pretty conducive meeting spot. I picked him up from Ruggles (since he lives in Malden) and then drove him to my place. We had a coffee and while watching tv and catching up started making out.
Quickly we were going at it just like we had in the past. His belt was off and then I picked up all six feet of him and he wrapped his legs around me and I walked him into my room and threw him on my bed. His shirt was off next and then mine. We were both struggling to get the others button only pants off. Its sort of funny that we were both wearing pants with no zippers and only buttons and yet neither one of us anticipated that the other person would be wearing them
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The sex then progressed quickly. He gave me an amazing blowjob just as I remembered. He was really into it and pretty skilled. His dick was bigger than I remembered. He was freshly shaved and made a point to tell me that he had cleaned himself up for the occasion. Everything from that point on just became carnal instincts. A lot of pulling, pushing, a little hitting, some biting, and a whole lot of hot kissing. The foreplay and oral sex went on for about 30 minutes or so...maybe a little longer.
Then the sex began. All Hickey wanted was for me to fuck him.....it was hot as hell. I haven't been with someone who just wanted to be fucked like that in a very long time. There is something about knowing that somebody just wants you inside of them that is a huge turn on to me. So I got him to put the condom on and then had him just ride me. He was super into it....literally slamming himself onto me. Again wicked hot!
The sex continued in about 10 positions for about 2.5-3 hours. It was exactly what I needed. Just some raw fucking to get out all of the pent up frustrations with my life and all of the pent up sexual energy. The absolute best part was that there was no position that Hickey was not up to try. The deeper I could go and the harder I could thrust the happier and louder he got.
The chemistry was simply fantastic! He trusted me and was able to fluidly move his body with mine and we both had a good time. Until my phone rang....
I paused for a moment and wasn't going to answer it but Hickey must have seen how uncomfortable it made me not to answer my work phone so he literally pulled my dick out of his ass and handed me my work phone. It was a patient and someone who actually needed to talk to me so it was a good thing that we took a break. I called the patient back and started to talk things over with him....Hickey of course couldn't keep his mouth to himself for one phone call...thank God I was able to control my natural reactions to his oral skills. I finally got off the phone with the patient threw on another condom and some lube and again started going to town.
Eventually Hickey requested that we stop because his ass was getting sore.(OOPS) To be completely honest I am impressed that he lasted as long as he did....Had someone been pounding me the way I was him I definitely think I would have bitched out much sooner (Eh...maybe...I don't really know I have never been outdone yet).
Since he took such a good fucking I asked Hickey what his preference for cumming was. SO I ended up with cum all over my stomach which he promptly cleaned up and then requested that I cum on his face. I decided that the least I could do after him offering up his ass for 2 hours would be to cum on his face. It took about five minutes and then I shot a huge load across his face. Some of it ended up on his eye. He was smart enough to have his eyes closed but I still worried some would get in his eye and let's be real....that sucks...its almost as bad as toothpaste in your eye. I grabbed a towel and wiped my load off his face and suggested we shower. He said "Sure, but give me that towel...you got cum up my nose!" OOOOoooooOOOooops! I guess that happens. Who knew? I couldn't help but laugh and neither could he.
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We then hopped in the shower together and both washed each other off. It was actually nice. We both were finally able to talk like two friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time with no weird or awkward sexual tension. For whatever reason the conversation in the shower post-coitus was the most natural conversation I had ever had with Hickey. I think that because the sexual tension had been alleviated and he felt no need to try and make sure I was still going to like him and want to date him afterward everything was just much more relaxed for the both of us.
After showering we put our clothes back on and headed out to the living room and just sat and talked for a while...again like old friends. I tried to get him to go for a round two...I even volunteered to let him fuck me....I even pulled out one of my best deep throat tricks...which almost made him cum again, but he was pretty adamant that he didn't want a second round. To each his own I guess right? After talking for probably an hour he apologized for being so crazy when we were dating. He blamed it on recently having come out and recently having gotten out of a relationship. Then we grabbed coffee and I brought him home to Malden and headed back to my place to just enjoy the rest of my night.
When all is said and done he hasn't texted me since then unless I text him first and he has been pretty normal. I'm thinking this kind of friends with benefits arrangement might work out really well for the both of us and I can't say that I hate it. We shall see where this goes, but who knew we hadn't see the end of Hickey...life works in mysterious ways I guess.
Well Until Next Time....
Chau!!
Let me start from the beginning....How many of you remember Hickey??? Yes that Hickey. Well about two weeks ago he messaged me once again on OkCupid and we began chatting. Everything was innocent enough at first. Nothing nearly as crazy as the last time that I saw him at the Panera, but at some point, probably around 11pm that night he started to sort of dirty text me. I wouldn't even say it was sexting at this point just dirty texting. Then about 30 minutes in it became full on sexting....pictures and all. To be honest I completely forgot how dirty this guy could be. The craziness had taken the place of any good character traits about him. After an hour or so of dirty texting/sexting I finally relented and gave him my number again (he had deleted it in his anger after the Panera incident).
Hickey then told me that he would be going to Jamaica for a week but he would like to see me after that. I expressed my concern that I didn't want to give him the wrong impression. I was very clear that I really was not looking to date him but if he was still interested in fooling around we might be able to do something about that. He was pretty interested in the proposition so I said I would text him when he got back from Jamaica to talk about coffee sometime.
So a week went by and I texted him again. He had a good trip and thought about what I had proposed, a friends with benefits situation more than a real dating situation, and he was still interested. I thought about this for a while before I really agreed. I remember how emotionally invested he got the last time and I didn't want a repeat, but the truth is I hadn't had sex since Hickey so...yes one head got the better of the other.
We agreed that we would meet that Sunday for coffee....by a fortunate turn of events both of my current roommates were away for the week which made my apartment a pretty conducive meeting spot. I picked him up from Ruggles (since he lives in Malden) and then drove him to my place. We had a coffee and while watching tv and catching up started making out.
Quickly we were going at it just like we had in the past. His belt was off and then I picked up all six feet of him and he wrapped his legs around me and I walked him into my room and threw him on my bed. His shirt was off next and then mine. We were both struggling to get the others button only pants off. Its sort of funny that we were both wearing pants with no zippers and only buttons and yet neither one of us anticipated that the other person would be wearing them
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The sex then progressed quickly. He gave me an amazing blowjob just as I remembered. He was really into it and pretty skilled. His dick was bigger than I remembered. He was freshly shaved and made a point to tell me that he had cleaned himself up for the occasion. Everything from that point on just became carnal instincts. A lot of pulling, pushing, a little hitting, some biting, and a whole lot of hot kissing. The foreplay and oral sex went on for about 30 minutes or so...maybe a little longer.
Then the sex began. All Hickey wanted was for me to fuck him.....it was hot as hell. I haven't been with someone who just wanted to be fucked like that in a very long time. There is something about knowing that somebody just wants you inside of them that is a huge turn on to me. So I got him to put the condom on and then had him just ride me. He was super into it....literally slamming himself onto me. Again wicked hot!
The sex continued in about 10 positions for about 2.5-3 hours. It was exactly what I needed. Just some raw fucking to get out all of the pent up frustrations with my life and all of the pent up sexual energy. The absolute best part was that there was no position that Hickey was not up to try. The deeper I could go and the harder I could thrust the happier and louder he got.
The chemistry was simply fantastic! He trusted me and was able to fluidly move his body with mine and we both had a good time. Until my phone rang....
I paused for a moment and wasn't going to answer it but Hickey must have seen how uncomfortable it made me not to answer my work phone so he literally pulled my dick out of his ass and handed me my work phone. It was a patient and someone who actually needed to talk to me so it was a good thing that we took a break. I called the patient back and started to talk things over with him....Hickey of course couldn't keep his mouth to himself for one phone call...thank God I was able to control my natural reactions to his oral skills. I finally got off the phone with the patient threw on another condom and some lube and again started going to town.
Eventually Hickey requested that we stop because his ass was getting sore.(OOPS) To be completely honest I am impressed that he lasted as long as he did....Had someone been pounding me the way I was him I definitely think I would have bitched out much sooner (Eh...maybe...I don't really know I have never been outdone yet).
Since he took such a good fucking I asked Hickey what his preference for cumming was. SO I ended up with cum all over my stomach which he promptly cleaned up and then requested that I cum on his face. I decided that the least I could do after him offering up his ass for 2 hours would be to cum on his face. It took about five minutes and then I shot a huge load across his face. Some of it ended up on his eye. He was smart enough to have his eyes closed but I still worried some would get in his eye and let's be real....that sucks...its almost as bad as toothpaste in your eye. I grabbed a towel and wiped my load off his face and suggested we shower. He said "Sure, but give me that towel...you got cum up my nose!" OOOOoooooOOOooops! I guess that happens. Who knew? I couldn't help but laugh and neither could he.
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We then hopped in the shower together and both washed each other off. It was actually nice. We both were finally able to talk like two friends who hadn't seen each other in a long time with no weird or awkward sexual tension. For whatever reason the conversation in the shower post-coitus was the most natural conversation I had ever had with Hickey. I think that because the sexual tension had been alleviated and he felt no need to try and make sure I was still going to like him and want to date him afterward everything was just much more relaxed for the both of us.
After showering we put our clothes back on and headed out to the living room and just sat and talked for a while...again like old friends. I tried to get him to go for a round two...I even volunteered to let him fuck me....I even pulled out one of my best deep throat tricks...which almost made him cum again, but he was pretty adamant that he didn't want a second round. To each his own I guess right? After talking for probably an hour he apologized for being so crazy when we were dating. He blamed it on recently having come out and recently having gotten out of a relationship. Then we grabbed coffee and I brought him home to Malden and headed back to my place to just enjoy the rest of my night.
When all is said and done he hasn't texted me since then unless I text him first and he has been pretty normal. I'm thinking this kind of friends with benefits arrangement might work out really well for the both of us and I can't say that I hate it. We shall see where this goes, but who knew we hadn't see the end of Hickey...life works in mysterious ways I guess.
Well Until Next Time....
Chau!!
Thursday, June 20, 2013
When it Rains....it Fucking Pours...And Then You Occasionally Get Struck By Lightning
I guess this is more of an update post than a really great one in general, but I haven't posted anything in a while so I figure I needed to say something. First let me blame my lack of posts on two things: 1. I just got a new job and have been working pretty regularly to try and stay on top of things and 2. I haven't even had a probably propositions for a date in over a month now.
Let's start with the good news. By some weird and strange coincidence I am still talking with and still have a thing for the Harvard Gaymer. We haven't gone on a date in over a month and I still feel inclined to text him or gChat him regularly and it always brings a smile to my face when I realize I got a text from him. I know this is stupid and sappy and definitely not the reason most people read this blog, but its the truth. I was going to try and phase him out throughout the summer because he was a virgin and so much younger than me but all of my friends have convinced me of what a bad idea that would be. I guess they are right to when it come down to it. This is the first guy in a long time that is low maintenance, into me, smart, funny, and that I am actually into on some level. So I guess the old motto, If It Ain't Broke Don't Fix It sort of applies although I guess it should be switched around a little to be more apropos, If It Ain't Broke Don't Fuck It Up. And thus ends the good news....
Onto the almost newsworthy updates....I've heard from two guys that I have been on dates with in the past within the past 3 weeks. Like the title says when it rains it pours....
The first guy to randomly message me out of the blue was Mereb...For whatever reason this motherfucker keeps just popping up back in my life. He Facebook messaged me a few weeks ago just asking me how I was doing. I responded very cordially. A brief and curt conversation began and he intimated that he wanted to get together for coffee or drinks to catch up. Being the asshole that I am and remembering full well that this was the guy who was going to FIX me I responded, "I thought that was what we were doing." After a few more knife twists in the conversation Mereb finally took a hint.
Here is what I really don't understand. You stopped dating me because you found the best boyfriend ever. He broke up with you and you immediately Facebook messaged me. In the course of that conversation you told me that you were planning on leaving the city in about a month or two. The last time you spoke to me before this you attempted to booty call me and then told me you were going to fix me. WHY on EARTH would I assume you were looking for anything other than to get your dick wet? Also if I rejected you as a booty call the last time what makes you think that I would change my mind. Do I come across as that desperate? I didn't think so, but who knows.
The next former guy that showed up literally out of the blue was KFlip. The weekend of Boston Pride I got a text message asking me out again and apologizing for not being in touch in so long. If I am being honest I was almost giddy when I heard from KFlip. He was such a good guy, cute, nice, had a good job, intelligent, his biggest flaw was that he wasn't out and wasn't comfortable really dating a guy. I honestly thought that after a few months he had worked on coming out and was finally ready to date someone for real. I was super excited.
We made plans to meet the Saturday night of Pride weekend to go out for drinks at a club. Around 10 o'clock I was still at work so I called to cancel/reschedule. He was more than happy to put it off until the Sunday. So we planned to do brunch and then the Back Bay block party. I thought that it would be a really cute date. We originally headed over to Thornton's which was closed, and then we went over to the Trident Cafe where the wait was WICKED long. Finally he suggested we go to CafeTeria, a really gay/shi shi brunch place on Newbury St. We ordered and split a jug of Bloody Marys and everything was going well. We were laughing there was some subtle arm touching and flirting. Then the check came and he insisted on paying. I sneaked a peak at the bill around fifty bucks so I thought, "Just as I remembered a gentleman. Nice! Score!" Then while the card was being run I asked about how else his life was going....
"Oh well I have a boyfriend now." It was like the scene in Jane Eyre when the tree is struck by lightning and starts bursting into flames.
Seriously??? Then the best part was he followed that up with...."He isn't out either so it works out really well. And I've been faithful." WHAT THE FUCK??!?! You just paid for another guys expensive brunch, and are planning on going to a gay block party with him.
It was at this point that I turned into the bitter asshole that most people know me as. "Oh that's funny. Does he look as gay as you though because its not like he is that in the closet then?" I knew full well this was like pulling the cornerstone out of an archway and I was about to watch this man crumble in front of me but I couldn't help myself. What dickhead asks someone out on a date and halfway through insists its not a date? Really? REALLY? Then I spent the next half an hour explaining to KFlip how any homo with a halfway decent gaydar would spot him in a second and now in another second that he was a dick hungry bottom. I know I'm an asshole, but I really just couldn't help myself.
We went to the block party and he spent maybe a total of 45 minutes waiting for it to fill up....we were there pretty early.....and then he took off as soon as more than 25 people were in the vicinity. I didn't leave. Instead I just sat on the curb and drank and watched the festivities. I gave off a fuck off vibe to so no one even came near me. I called my lesbians to come but they were busy so eventually I just left, happy with the buzz I had gotten mid-afternoon.
I think that is pretty much it for now. I'm going to continue to talk to the Harvard Gaymer and then see what else happens this summer. I should be going to PTown for the week of the Fourth of July for work so who knows maybe I will fall madly in love with a stranger I meet down there. Maybe I won't meet a single person....maybe I'll meet a few (probably not since its a work trip but a boy can hope right).
Well until next time....
Chau!!
Let's start with the good news. By some weird and strange coincidence I am still talking with and still have a thing for the Harvard Gaymer. We haven't gone on a date in over a month and I still feel inclined to text him or gChat him regularly and it always brings a smile to my face when I realize I got a text from him. I know this is stupid and sappy and definitely not the reason most people read this blog, but its the truth. I was going to try and phase him out throughout the summer because he was a virgin and so much younger than me but all of my friends have convinced me of what a bad idea that would be. I guess they are right to when it come down to it. This is the first guy in a long time that is low maintenance, into me, smart, funny, and that I am actually into on some level. So I guess the old motto, If It Ain't Broke Don't Fix It sort of applies although I guess it should be switched around a little to be more apropos, If It Ain't Broke Don't Fuck It Up. And thus ends the good news....
Onto the almost newsworthy updates....I've heard from two guys that I have been on dates with in the past within the past 3 weeks. Like the title says when it rains it pours....
The first guy to randomly message me out of the blue was Mereb...For whatever reason this motherfucker keeps just popping up back in my life. He Facebook messaged me a few weeks ago just asking me how I was doing. I responded very cordially. A brief and curt conversation began and he intimated that he wanted to get together for coffee or drinks to catch up. Being the asshole that I am and remembering full well that this was the guy who was going to FIX me I responded, "I thought that was what we were doing." After a few more knife twists in the conversation Mereb finally took a hint.
Here is what I really don't understand. You stopped dating me because you found the best boyfriend ever. He broke up with you and you immediately Facebook messaged me. In the course of that conversation you told me that you were planning on leaving the city in about a month or two. The last time you spoke to me before this you attempted to booty call me and then told me you were going to fix me. WHY on EARTH would I assume you were looking for anything other than to get your dick wet? Also if I rejected you as a booty call the last time what makes you think that I would change my mind. Do I come across as that desperate? I didn't think so, but who knows.
The next former guy that showed up literally out of the blue was KFlip. The weekend of Boston Pride I got a text message asking me out again and apologizing for not being in touch in so long. If I am being honest I was almost giddy when I heard from KFlip. He was such a good guy, cute, nice, had a good job, intelligent, his biggest flaw was that he wasn't out and wasn't comfortable really dating a guy. I honestly thought that after a few months he had worked on coming out and was finally ready to date someone for real. I was super excited.
We made plans to meet the Saturday night of Pride weekend to go out for drinks at a club. Around 10 o'clock I was still at work so I called to cancel/reschedule. He was more than happy to put it off until the Sunday. So we planned to do brunch and then the Back Bay block party. I thought that it would be a really cute date. We originally headed over to Thornton's which was closed, and then we went over to the Trident Cafe where the wait was WICKED long. Finally he suggested we go to CafeTeria, a really gay/shi shi brunch place on Newbury St. We ordered and split a jug of Bloody Marys and everything was going well. We were laughing there was some subtle arm touching and flirting. Then the check came and he insisted on paying. I sneaked a peak at the bill around fifty bucks so I thought, "Just as I remembered a gentleman. Nice! Score!" Then while the card was being run I asked about how else his life was going....
"Oh well I have a boyfriend now." It was like the scene in Jane Eyre when the tree is struck by lightning and starts bursting into flames.
Seriously??? Then the best part was he followed that up with...."He isn't out either so it works out really well. And I've been faithful." WHAT THE FUCK??!?! You just paid for another guys expensive brunch, and are planning on going to a gay block party with him.
It was at this point that I turned into the bitter asshole that most people know me as. "Oh that's funny. Does he look as gay as you though because its not like he is that in the closet then?" I knew full well this was like pulling the cornerstone out of an archway and I was about to watch this man crumble in front of me but I couldn't help myself. What dickhead asks someone out on a date and halfway through insists its not a date? Really? REALLY? Then I spent the next half an hour explaining to KFlip how any homo with a halfway decent gaydar would spot him in a second and now in another second that he was a dick hungry bottom. I know I'm an asshole, but I really just couldn't help myself.
We went to the block party and he spent maybe a total of 45 minutes waiting for it to fill up....we were there pretty early.....and then he took off as soon as more than 25 people were in the vicinity. I didn't leave. Instead I just sat on the curb and drank and watched the festivities. I gave off a fuck off vibe to so no one even came near me. I called my lesbians to come but they were busy so eventually I just left, happy with the buzz I had gotten mid-afternoon.
I think that is pretty much it for now. I'm going to continue to talk to the Harvard Gaymer and then see what else happens this summer. I should be going to PTown for the week of the Fourth of July for work so who knows maybe I will fall madly in love with a stranger I meet down there. Maybe I won't meet a single person....maybe I'll meet a few (probably not since its a work trip but a boy can hope right).
Well until next time....
Chau!!
Monday, May 13, 2013
Once a Gay Starter Kit Always a Gay Starter Kit....
I went on another date with the Harvard Gaymer last Thursday. It was actually super cute! We went to Davis Square to the old theater there to see a movie at like 4 in the afternoon. The tickets were cheap and the popcorn was covered in butter and the theater is just awesome, old and pretty.
So we decided to go and see Evil Dead. We were literally the only two people in the ENTIRE theater. So naturally we sat right in the middle with our feet up. He wrapped his arm around me in a very 80's Rom Com sort of a move and then just pulled me in to be lying with him as the movie progressed. It was really sweet. Naturally it made me a little uncomfortable to be this relationshippy so I kissed him. And then I kept kissing him. And then I continued to kiss him. And before I knew it we were making out while the Evil Dead was unfolding in the background.
After a little while hands began to wander and so did other parts of our body. Rather than go into too much detail, let me just say that it was probably a really good thing that we were the only people in the movie theater. Let me also say that for the second time in my life I had now both given and received blowjobs while some sort of horror film or TV show was going on in the background. Its really like Halloween is my spirit sex animal or something. I digress, after a few minutes of really inappropriate action in a movie theater I realized what was happening and insisted it stop. We went back to just sitting intimately close to each other, or as intimately close as one can get with a giant arm rest and cup holder in between two people.
The movie proceeded without any further action between the two of us and quite frankly without much action in the film either. The movie sort of sucked....which was okay because so did the Gaymer, but I would not recommend spending my money to go and see it.
After the movie we ended up just walking and chatting in the rain around Davis Square. Again it was very cute and very much like a relationship. He held an umbrella and insisted I walk under it. We grabbed some coffee and just chatted about our lives.
During our talk he began telling me about his summer plans. He also informed me that he finally came out to his sister. Now this is a big deal for a couple reasons. One, when I first went on a date with the Harvard Gaymer he was pretty insistent that he was bisexual. Two, Harvard Gaymer is originally from outside of Atlanta and is black. Both of these things are fascinating to me because before he met me he didn't intend to do any of these things. So it appears that once again I am helping someone find themselves and slowly but surely become more comfortable with their sexuality.
GREAT!! AWESOME!! FUCKING BRILLIANT!!!
I know that all seems a bit much, but it really is becoming ridiculous. I think its great that I make people feel comfortable. I think its amazing that I can help people in this way. BUT, every once in a while I would love to go on a date with a guy who was just gay and okay with it already. Someone who was out and was going to go home and tell their mother about the nice date they had with a guy. Maybe my head is just too far in the clouds on this one. Maybe I am just ahead of the curve in terms of being out and okay with it and looking for a relationship with guys my own age. Maybe the solution is to date someone older....although that hasn't really worked out in the past either. I wish there was just some magical place that all of the out normal gay people hung out at so that I could flirt with someone who had been on a date with a man before in their life.
Back to the date though. So waiting for the bus all of the information about his summer plans come out and I listen contentedly. He never directly mentions talking to me throughout the summer, but the way he is talking I can tell that it is definitely implied.
We took the bus back to Harvard where I was once again invited up to his room and I of course accepted my invitation. We started making out and the roommate who is clearly in love with him walked in and just sort of storm passed us.....OoOOOOoooOOoops....
Then we began to play a silly little game. I honestly think it is one of those games that is just a fun way to get stuff going. I want you to...One person finishes that sentence and then after the task is completed the next person makes the statement with their own ending. And it goes back and forth until you completely forget that there is a game involved at all. I prefaced this game with "Now given the fact that you're a virgin....you can't say have sex....we are NOT having sex." He didn't seem totally bothered by me saying this but he didn't really seem relieved either.
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The game started with some pretty simple foreplay lick my nipple, suck my finger, and take off your pants. Then it led to a little bit more heavy petting and some oral action. And then it went somewhere I was not really expecting at all. He said, "I want to tie you up and blindfold you." I thought about it for a moment. I think I actually laughed and he looked at me dead in the yes and said, "No I'm serious" Laughing the whole time I consented and ended up having to show him how to use his scarf to tie my arms to the bed post. I easily could have shimmied out if I wanted to but I thought that I might as well let him have his fun. He played with me and himself while I was blindfolded and when he finally took the blindfold off he had a raging erection.
Given the turn in nature that the game had taken I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine. As soon as the blindfold went over his eyes he began oozing precum like a faucet. The Harvard Gaymer has a secret kinky side and I can't say that I totally hate it. He looked damn good tied to his bed. His abs have gotten considerably more defined in the weeks since our last date and his cock was so hard that it was just a pretty sight. After teasing him for a bit he decided that he wanted to tie me up again. I obliged. This time though he whispered in my ear that he would be back...the guy left me tied to his bed while he went to pee and come back. I've got to tell you for a minute I was a little worried and contemplated pulling my hand out of the scarves and just laying their untied, but I realized that this must be some sort of fantasy for him so I just chilled. He covered me with his blanket when he left and when he came back and uncovered me I could tell he was REALLY turned on by the thought that I had just been waiting for him in his room tied up.
Then after another 15 minutes or so he wanted to be tied up again and I was definitely into it so we switched roles. This time I took it to the next level though and tied his legs, arms, and blindfolded him. He was dripping without me even having to touch him. Then after a few minutes of teasing he told me that he wanted me to ejaculate on his penis. At this point I literally thought, "Well, what the fuck...might as well....we've come this far already." So I obliged and shot a pretty decent load if I do say so myself and the kid just started jacking himself off with it. I removed the blindfold and his arm ties so that he could and he just kept working away at it. After a while I think he just gave up on cumming right then and there and decided to just get dressed and walk me to the bus so I could go home. It was funny he didn't even wipe my cum off of him. Most of it he had rubbed into his dick and the rest had dried, white crusty stains on his brown skin. It was sort of hot. BUT Anyway.....
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Once we were both dressed we started walking toward the bus stop. He threw his arm around me and pulled me in close to his body and insisted that we walk that way to the bus stop. It was nice. I really think he liked the idea of having a guy. As he was pulling me into himself he was waving at people who were walking by that he knew. It was nice to see that he was sort of coming into his own as a guy who could be on a date with another guy. As we approached the bus stop I watched as the last bus of the night sped past me without even stopping. It was at that point that he accompanied me back to CVS to grab some late night snacks before I hailed a cab and headed home.
While we were in CVS amongst all of the drunk Harvard students enjoying one of their last reading days before their finals began he started to ask about when we would talk again. I told him soon and he seemed happy with that and then I think it dawned on him that he was going to be leaving for the summer. So I told him that is why they invented skype and I would definitely keep talking to him if he was definitely interested.
There is something about him that I really like. He is nice and kind and smart. He is wicked smart and one of the few guys I have ever dated who can actually give me a true run for my money in terms of intelligence which I really like. He can go pun for pun and understand jokes about Calvinism and binary and I just haven't found that yet. HOWEVER, I think that we may just end up being friend who occasionally fool around. When we were on the date even though it was super cute I just kept thinking that he was more into me than I was into him. And then I would feel bad. Its not that I don't like him, its just that it takes me a long time to get to the point where I really like someone a lot.
The other thing is that there is something just a little off about the sexual chemistry. Harvard Gaymer insists that he will be a top, but I am almost certain he is a bottom. His body language, demeanor, and personality all denote someone who is more of a bossy bottom. At one point I wanted to start singing...
He almost got offended when I said it but once I explain why I think he agreed to. And believe me there is nothing wrong with being a bottom, the problem for me is that I need someone who truly is okay with switching or is such a top or such a bottom that I would never want to switch.
As of right now the Harvard Gaymer and I are still texting. We are still playing Words with Friends too actually. I guess we shall see where the summer takes this, but until I get a definitive gut feeling about him one way or another I'm not going to limit my dating options.
We shall see.....
Chau!!!
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Fuck This! I'm Pathetic
So I spent the evening and the night at a special event honoring a bunch of the graduating nurses....I won a two fairly distinguished awards....I was feeling pretty good about myself for once and then it all came back to reality. I went to the trashy last call bar, dressed in what I thought were clothes that made me look attractive and didn't really get hit on at all.
Then just as I was about to leave one of the guys who is usually someone who throws themselves at me when we are at the gay club showed up with Tiny....and rejected me. Yep I basically threw myself at him and he rejected me.
I made some really serious innuendo about giving a decent blowjob and he told me he had heard from someone at the Harvard business school....I don't ever remember blowing someone from there so either nasty rumors are being spread or I am a far bigger mess than I realized.
I ended up leaving the bar alone and sad. I couldn't even get my sure-thing to make out with me. What the Fuck is so wrong with me? Seriously....I mean I get that he is hopelessly in love with Tiny, but come on....
Whatever, I'm drunk and I'm going to bed.
Peace,
Chau!!!
Then just as I was about to leave one of the guys who is usually someone who throws themselves at me when we are at the gay club showed up with Tiny....and rejected me. Yep I basically threw myself at him and he rejected me.
I made some really serious innuendo about giving a decent blowjob and he told me he had heard from someone at the Harvard business school....I don't ever remember blowing someone from there so either nasty rumors are being spread or I am a far bigger mess than I realized.
I ended up leaving the bar alone and sad. I couldn't even get my sure-thing to make out with me. What the Fuck is so wrong with me? Seriously....I mean I get that he is hopelessly in love with Tiny, but come on....
Whatever, I'm drunk and I'm going to bed.
Peace,
Chau!!!
Thursday, April 18, 2013
Coffee at Harvard....
I've totally forgotten to tell you about my second date with the Harvard Gaymer! There was a lot going on this week with the Copley Bombing....so let's use my dating life as a bit of an escape shall we....
So I went to Cambridge since he came into the city the last time. We met outside of the Newstand right outside of the Harvard T Station and then we walked to go and get coffee from this really cute coffee shop probably around 6pm. As soon as we walked he introduced me to someone in line, who I later found out was one of his best girl friends. The funny thing was as soon as I was introduced and she got a visual on me...we left and went to a different place to get coffee....I feel like it was a set up so she could meet me and either approve or disapprove...whatever I guess I don't really care I've definitely pulled similar stunts.
After we grabbed coffee we just started walking around Cambridge. We walked through the JFK park (which of course earned him major points) and then sat on a bench. After a while the sun started to go down and we both really needed to pee so we headed back to his dorm room. What was interesting is he has a single room despite having a roommate (The roommate lives in the common room...Wicked Smart Harvard kids).
When we finally got in his dorm room I met his roommate who was definitely gay and definitely into the Harvard Gaymer...I almost felt bad. It was funny to see the way that the roommate just sort of stared at the Harvard Gaymer longingly and hoping that he was the one being led into his bedroom.
When we got into his room I was SHOCKED! His room was so clean I didn't even know what to do. It literally looked like it could have been photographed for some Harvard brochure....it bordered on being the serial killer type of clean that you only see on shows like Criminal Minds. After he admitted that he cleaned up a bit and his room didn't always look like this we got back to talking. I decided I was going to let him make the first move...unfortunately it just wasn't going to happen. He was too inexperienced to know now was his chance to kiss me so I may have prompted him, "So are you going to make a move or are you going to pussy out?" I'm so eloquent sometimes!
Well he finally made a move and we ended up making out. Then he reminded me that he gives awesome massages so I flipped over and let him rub my back (not bad honestly). And then the clothes started to come off...
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In all seriousness the Harvard Gaymer has a GREAT body. Its very deceptive. You would think someone who spends most of his time on the computer or doing math would be sort of chubby and white, but he is this fit black guy. His cock isn't bad...big enough with a nice set of balls. The best part of the Gaymer though definitely has to be how appreciative he was to get his dick sucked. He openly admitted he had never had a blowjob where the person didn't scrape him with their teeth never mind a GOOD blowjob. He was pleased to say the least. But true to form I never like to spoil the fun too soon so I dragged it out. Every time I felt him ready to burst I stopped what I was doing. I watched him squirm just a little bit as the feeling of orgasm slowly subsided and then I would start all over again.
At one point during my teasing session he decided that he needed to pee again so he was going to get completely dressed to go to the bathroom. But I took pity on the lonely roommate and insisted he go out in just basketball shorts (no underwear), no shirt, and his flip flops....I mean the lonely, awkward, white kid needs spank bank material too right? But I digress....
I have no idea how long we fooled around for at all. I ended up getting a decent blowjob from him too...I had to correct a few things in his technique but overall not bad for a novice. After what felt like a really long time we both started to enter the fatigue time....where if your dick isn't being constantly stimulated it quickly starts to deflate. Then finally the Harvard Gaymer exploded with a cum shot worthy of any good porn company. Then it was my turn and after about five minutes I had a cum shot that shot between both our heads....not bad for a second date right?
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Now what was funny about the whole time we were hooking up is that my phone just wouldn't stop ringing or binging or buzzing. I ignored it but as soon as we were done I looked at it and found I had two missed calls, 4 text messages, 2 emails, and 3 Facebook notifications. I could not for the life of me figure out why all of these people felt a sudden urge to get into contact with me....then I realized it was 1 am....that's right I went on a 7 hour second date.....That's normal right?
He walked me back to the newsstand so I could get a cab back into the city since the T was already shut down and he kissed me good night. Then he headed to CVS to buy some junk food since neither one of us has eaten dinner....I grabbed something from a 24 hour convenience store near campus....
Honestly it was a great date. We definitely have chemistry, but I think that he might be a little too young. If only he was 2 years older and graduating. He would be more experienced (aka not a virgin), have more of his shit together, and dare I say it definite boyfriend material....I just can't get passed how young he seems....Maybe that's okay for the summer though...Eh who knows....Maybe I should stop over thinking things....
Well until later....
Chau!!
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