Return

I am back in MA from my holiday visit to the family in New Mexico. The trip itself was nothing really worth writing about. My brother is being a butt-head (as Elle Woods would call him). But you don't care about that...

Randy picked me up at the airport, and I spent the night at his place, then he brought me back to Worcester on Sunday. It was a nice weekend.

I will continue with the Parade of Hotties that I began prior to my absence!

Hotties on Parade

I was stumbling around various internet sites, blogs, youtube kinda stuff, and there were a number of blogs that were apparently gay men dedicated to posting pics online of hotties. Some were X rated, while other areas were more PG-13. I haven't decided on whether to go all out or not, but decided I have an extensive enough collection already of random hottie pics that I could start an on-going regular post.

So, we will start with my current fave. If you see him somewhere, be sure to give him my cell number!

Kiss and Tell

When I spoke to Randy (the puerto rican prospect from Match) over the weekend we made tentative plans to meet up on Wednesday. He said he'd call Monday to set something specific. Monday no call. Tuesday no call. So, Tuesday night I called, no answer, I left a message asking if he still wants to meet on Wednesday.

He texted me back at 2am saying "ummmmm yea". 2am? On a weeknight? What was he doing until 2am that that was the earliest he was available to reply? Whatever...

As I leave work Wednesday afternoon, he called. I was running a couple errands, and had my hands full at the moment, so I called him back when I got home (about 4:30 - not much later than usual). We went back and forth a little bit about where to meet and what to have for dinner. I asked if he wanted to meet by me, by him, or somewhere in the middle. He laughed and said, guess which he'd prefer. We ended up agreeing to the "middle" option, but that put us in nothingness. My side of middle was a mall near Marlborough, and his side of middle was the town of Lowell. Neither of us know Lowell at all, so when I said there's Bertucci's and Olive Garden at the mall, he jumped at Olive Garden. I did point out that I prefer local restaurants to chains, but agreed there aren't any other options at that distance.

I went online for a little while he got ready. He called back about 5:30 to say he was leaving his place, and put the address in his nav system. I finished up online, then tidied up the place a little, and got ready. I stopped off at Block5 (yum) for some holiday gift cards. I know, I know, I don't like gift cards either, but they are very appropriate for certain situations (such as coworkers and friends who you know LIKE eating there). The hot waiter from my last trip there was working again, but he didn't notice me. Damn it.

Then I headed over to the OG. My friend Nish called while I was driving, so I sat in the parking lot for a little while finishing up with that conversation. We are meeting up on Friday night, and he offered to take me to the airport on Saturday. Well, actually he offered to take me to the South Station and catch the Silver Line, but close enough. I went in the restaurant after finishing the call, assuming I may as well put my name in for the wait, but there was no wait. It was snowing already. I was actually surprised Randy agreed to meet up. I called to see where he was, and he didn't know, but thought it would be close. He was wrong. Twenty minutes later, he finally made it to the restaurant.

Our waitress was very nice, but it was her first night, and she apologized for EVERYTHING, even if it wasn't an issue. The food was typical, and we had a nice time talking. The conversation turned to his testicles at one point, so we were apparently comfortable together! After dinner we headed into the mall, and I picked up a bag of assorted truffles from Lindt. I also grabbed some fun magnets and a Stewie Griffen glass at Newbury Comics. We also stopped in at Best Buy and I returned my memory card adapter for the PS3. I was thinking there might be an issue, but there wasn't. (You need this $15 gadget to upload your old PS and PS2 memory card data into the PS3's internal hard drive. Then there's really no need to EVER use it again. But apparently nobody realized it is a prime candidate for returns, and they accepted it no problem.) We wandered into Banana Republic, just for the fun of it. As we walked past the full-length mirror he pointed to his crotch and commented on how the fading pattern in the cloth over the zipper made it always look like the fly was open when he catches a view in a mirror out of the corner of his eye. I commented he was just trying to get me to stare at his crotch. He laughed!

After leaving the mall, it was snowing a little harder, so I assumed he'd want to head home, but he was up for doing something else. I asked what. He said I had to decide, since we were in my area. I said there were three choices. Dessert place, bar, or my place. He said he wasn't hungry and didn't want to drink, so how about going back to my place and playing some PS3. We came back to my place, and played Burnout and Lair. I was a little flirty, and leaned against his leg after a little while, but he didn't seem to push any physical contact. I was trying to let him to lead, since he had said he was somewhat 'inexperienced' but he was going just a little TOO slowly. About 1am he said he should head out, but didn't make any move to get off the couch. I moved in for a kiss, and he immediately started making out. We did that for a while, and I was enjoying it quite a bit. He moved into 'riding' position, which starts to sound off those "big o' bottom" warning sirens. But I ended up turning it into me sucking him off! Which I also enjoyed quite a bit. It has been a while since I've been with someone I enjoyed sucking. Even Lebanese Bottom Boy, who had the perfect deep-throat shaped penis was not as inspiring!

As he got in his car to drive home, about 2:30am, I made sure to say "Nice to meet you!" He thought that was funny. Here's the profile pic that grabbed my attention in the first place. (And, yes, he watches Red Sox...)

Cold

Well, after the nasty weather on Thursday, Friday was a decent day. People must have needed a release, because we were rather busy at the club. The stripper twins were there; the 'gay one' was dancing, and he talked the 'straight one' into coming along to keep him company. Of course, he spent the whole night keeping me company instead. I slipped in a couple quips about him wanting me. He slipped in a comment about how he's "hung like a donkey". Mmmmmmmmmmmm.

Junior was there, and getting quite jealous. He asked if that was my boyfriend there talking with me. I said no, he was the dancer's brother. But I got an affectionate kiss, and a noticeable amount of attention from Junior that night.

Leo (the 'other' Brazilian) came in with the drag-queen, but not Marcelo. I gave him a big flirty smile, and comp'ed their cover. He didn't seem too impressed, though.

Meanwhile, I joined Manhunt and contacted the Boston cutie that wanted me to sign up. He has not been responding. A lot of guys who just wanna hook up, and I still can't get any of them interested.

I did hear from one the Match.com guys. He wants to meet up soon, so he said he'd call to chat over the weekend.

Saturday night was Dead. We think the "impending Nor'easter" scared people too much to go out. Leo came in with the drag-queen again; again with no Marcelo. I was flirty again, he didn't seem impressed again. So, on their way out at the end of the evening, I slipped him my phone number. He decided to turn back and give me a kiss goodnight. Though he has not called, yet.

Luther and Keniah came in. They are not having a Christmas party this year, though Luther said he is putting together a birthday party for Keniah in January, and will invite me to that. He asked what I'm up to for Christmas. I told him I was going home to my parents out in NM. He seemed excited for me gettin' some Latino action down south. I told him I just spend the week with my family. He seemed Very disappointed... Mind you, I still want him!

Otherwise, not much happened on Saturday. The storm rolled in somewhere around 4am, so I stayed home Sunday. No sense going out in that if I don't need to. The Match guy called. We spent a while on the phone. Randy. Kind of recently out of the closet. Seems like a nice guy, though, and we seemed to click. He's Puerto Rican, and the pics online look pretty hot. We are planning to meet up on Wednesday. Of course, the forecast for Wednesday is looking possibly messy again.

Winter Excursion - getting home

We got hit by a snowstorm today. Fast and furious snowfall. It started right about noon, and by 4pm, there was a thick blanket over my car. Spent a few minutes cleaning it off, then headed home. For those of you who don't recall, I live a full one and a half miles from work. It normally takes me 8 minutes to get home. I can got TO work in 4 or 5 depending on stop lights, but the traffic is heavier in the afternoon. Today it took me an HOUR to get home. Yes, folks, a full hour. Now, mind you, I did pull over for a few minutes to give some poor schlub a jump. We were not moving very fast, anyway, so I figured why not.

Tonight I would have gone to the gym, and stopped at the Kinko's/FedEx across the street to send out the Christmas gifts to my parents' house (so I don't have to lug it on the airplane, or have it get lost in baggage for three days) and to my sister's house (she won't make it by my parents this year). That's just over four miles away. So, three hours there, and three hours back... just not worth it.

Last night I stopped at Target and discovered some new chocolate. Kisses come in Mint Truffle and Hot Cocoa now, and Hershey's Miniatures have a mint lover collection. I haven't gotten to the Truffle Kisses yet, but the other two are yummy. I also picked up some burgundy Queen Anne's chocolate covered cherries. If you have never tried them, I highly recommend them (for those who like choc-cov cherries to begin with). The burgundy is like a hint of almond extract to them, and Ooooohhhh grrrrl, are they delicious!

So, instead of exercising at the gym tonight, I will most likely end up pigging out on chocolate! Christmas is coming!!

Desktop Tower Defense

I stumbled across an addictive new way to waste time. Like I needed that...

DTD

Also see it listed in the links section!

Futile

Friday night I was at work again. We were REALLY dead that night. Very slow. I still made $14 in tips, though! They collected $10 from the staff at the end of the night to chip in for a Christmas gift card to somewhere for the owner. (He announced bonuses this year, so they thought it would be appropriate.) Cristiano came in, followed shortly by Junior and Kevin. It was so dead they left early. I called "beijo" to Junior as he was leaving (means "kiss" - and it is very common to add that to your goodbye) so he turned and gave me a kiss. On the lips!

Saturday morning I went to the gym. The hottie little dark Brazilian there I like was walking in as I was walking out. He usually does not make eye contact, so I have not been able to say hello to him. I did manage to slip in a "hey" nod of the head that he caught and reciprocated. Maybe I'll get a chance to do a "Oi. Como vai?" next time. (Hi How's it goin?) That afternoon I called Marcelo to see if he'd want to go to a movie. He was interested in going to a movie (allegedly), but said his car was wrecked in an accident, so he'd have to get a ride from a friend. I offered to pick him, and he said that was too much trouble. I said it was no trouble because I wanted to see him anyway. He said he'd be "uncomfortable" with that. What the hell is the problem here???? So, he said he'd call Leonardo about getting a ride, and call me back. I Immediately though "OH CRAP" and knew he wasn't going to call back. Which he didn't. If he just blew me off, then fine. If he did call Leo to get a ride to a date with me, then that means both of those options are now off of my table. (See last weekend and the prior weekend tales if you're unclear as to why that could be incendiary.)

So, I ended up going to the mall with Ronny to help him buy some new work clothes. He needed a tie, but wanted a clip on. They only sell clip ons at the boys departments, and those were too short. So when we got back to his house I had to show him how to tie one. We ended up leaving them tied, so he will just slip it on and off. Junior apparently can tie a tie, so joined in to help. And to laugh... At one point he told Ronny he needs a pair of nice pants, too, so Ronny pulls out a grey pair of slacks from his drawer, and Junior tries them on. As he's taking off his pants, he says to me not to look, so of course, I look. Red briefs. Boyishly cute. Kevin came over later, and those two watched a movie together. Ronny had to go to work early, so he went to sleep. I went to the club.

A little busier, but terribly crowded. The only Brazilian there was Marcio, so I danced with him. There was a group of five hot guys there that I had never seen before. Could not have been locals, because Worcester does not support that many hot guys, much less as one complete clique. The tall strapping one in the dark blue Tshirt was my favorite, though the guy-next-door one in black was cute, as was the hyper one on the dance floor. At one point I ended up standing by the edge of the dancefloor and they ended up next to me. Tshirt guy was telling something to his friends that caused a gesture/glance combo that landed on me, so I smiled Hello. He smiled back, with a hint of embarrassment. The hyper one runs up and asks my name, and then introduces me to Tshirt guy, Greg. We chatted a little, and then he went back to his friends. A couple polite 'hey' looks throughout the evening but nothing useful. Towards the end of the night he got his jacket and was on the couch waiting for his other friends, so sat next to him. I asked if I'd ever see him again, he said they wouldn't be coming there often. I said I didn't mean there at the club. He said he has a boyfriend. I said "On the one hand, congratulations. On the other, DAMMIT!" He laughed. They were in from Boston (Knew It!) for a change of scenery. They had a fun night. Hyper one then shows up, jumps on Greg, and then is on me, so I put my arm around him. He had an accent. Grew up in Venezuela, though he is not of latino descent. He was very chatty, pointed out who was top and bottom (Greg got a "bottom" label, so Oh Well). He called himself the pimp, so I asked for clarification on what he was. He reply was "Jewish", so I specified top or bottom. He said, "Well, I've never been fucked." I said "So you're a top." He said "Well, I've never met someone I wanted to let fuck me." He asked what I was. I told him. He also likes rimming. I said I enjoy getting rimmed! His friends started gathering up to leave. He pointed out one other friend's massive biceps (they were nice, but he wasn't my type). He asked if I was on Manhunt. I said no, so he told me to get on and look him up so he could 'fuck my brains out' sometime. He told me his ID name. Then the friends grabbed him, and bicep guy carried him out the door. He grabbed my hand to say goodbye as they pulled him away.

Sunday was uneventful. I didn't join manhunt. Maybe soon... I had tentative plans to meet up with a guy from Match. Different guy than last weekend, but same routine. He had given me his phone number, and said let's meet up Sunday. I called Saturday afternoon to schedule something. No answer. Left a quick message with my number. Never called back. Aughhhh.

And to top it all, I stopped at Burger King at one point this weekend. The bill came to $4.91, so I gave her $5 and a penny. I kind of hate pennies, so this got rid of one in exchange for a dime. The stupid !(&@$ *!@^%$ @($^$%* gave me 9 cents in change. A nickel and four pennies. I stared at the change for a second, about to complain, when the vision of her handing me another penny and bitching to her coworkers flashed through my mind. I didn't want another penny. I was mad that she was so @&^#$(^%$ stupid that she not only gave me BACK the penny I gave her, but gave me MORE! I didn't care about the $0.01 overcharge, it was the pennies that got me so upset. But, again, as it would do no good to point it out, I left without saying anything. Of course, I was fuming about it for the next half hour. This is why the US educational system needs to do a better job. So I don't get more damn pennies!

Internet bill

Once again, I did not get a bill for the cable-broadband. Tuesday night I tried to pull up my account online and check, but they also changed the online rules. You can't just pop into your account, you have to create a user profile now. The profile requires a 'secret code' off your paper bill. I don't have one. So, I called their automated phone line Wednesday. The statement date was 11/27/07. I have not gotten any bill. Not even the email notice they used to send. So, I was able to send a credit card payment over the phone, so this month won't go past due. But I figured out how I could have missed a July AND a September payment. No bill for July, past-due bill for August, no bill for September, past-due bill for October, no bill for November. It's developing a decent pattern here. Unfortunately for them, I paid this month already...

Direct

Friday evening I met up with my friend Nish for dinner. We went to an Indian restaurant. I did not get chicken tikka masala (my favorite). Over dinner, our conversation turned to my dating foibles. Nish is a firm believer in dating being a game. I am not into games, and he thinks that is why I am faring so poorly. I tend to declare my intentions as they occur. He said this ruins the fun and mystery of beginning a new relationship. In other words, I scare them off by being too up-front.

He suggested I back now on my pursuits, and to just flirt without telling them what I want or how I am feeling. He warned I tend to go to extremes. Either I am too forward, or completely inaccessible. He suggested a more happy medium. I said, "Oh, you want me to be coquettish!" He didn't seem to know what that word meant, but figured it was probably right...

As anticipated, Leo and Marcelo showed up together at the club that night. I was working, so it was very easy to be cordial but not obsessive. When I asked to see ID, Marcelo grabbed his crotch and asked if I wanted to "see his documents". I got a fairly cold reception from Leo. I wish it wasn't so all-or-none. Anyway, I took their money, gave them their wristbands, and checked Marcelo's coat. They went in to dance. (I would have offered comp admission, but they were with the drag queen, and I couldn't do 3.)

A little while later, Marcelo stopped up by the front desk, and was just staring at me. I stared back, and started making faces. Did a little elevator eyes, too, while I was at it. Then some people came in, and I had to attend to their needs, and Marcelo wandered off. Later, again, Marcelo stopped by, but there were some people chatting with me (Nish, and Brad) and some people leaving (Danny), so there was a lot of activity at the desk. Marcelo thumbed through the gayrag by the door for a few minutes, and then wandered off again. I didn't even get a chance to acknowledge his presence.

He left with some other guy that night. I do not know if it was a friend, or that they "left together". Between handing out coats, I never even saw Leo lead out, so didn't get to say good-night.

Saturday night was a little busier, but fewer possibilities. Cris was there, so I got a hello kiss and a goodbye kiss. Junior showed up with his ex Robert, who he is still pining for, so I got NO lovin' from him. (I also think Robert is attractive, but I know Ronny messed around with him, too, so he must be a Braziliaphile like me.) I do not know if that means they are reuniting, or establishing a friendship, or just happened to show up at the same time. Daemian thinks Junior wants me, and is just not acting on it, but experiences major jealousy flare-ups if someone else is around. Since he would have heard about the Leo and Marcelo episodes, he may even have played the Robert card as a ploy to get me jealous. According to Ronny, Junior is heartlessly cold and calculating, so it would be within Ronny's version of possibility.

Also, the owner's friend Jazz (half black, half german) was there again. Got to spend more time around him (he stayed to hang out after close), while he was intoxicated, too. Turns out he is a Big Ol' Girl. Big Ol' Bottom, too. Chasing the owner, so not looking for anyone else. So, yea, my earlier synopsis of "my type" was mostly wrong.

I had tentative plans to meet up with a guy from Match. I had suggested Christmas shopping, and he said that was a good idea. When I called to ask when he wanted to, I got voicemail, and he didn't respond until almost midnight (I was asleep). So, the next time I called and got voicemail, I left a suggestion on date and time. He called back Friday night, rather SHOCKED that I would name a time already, despite not having talked yet. Didn't matter anyway, because he said he was working all weekend, and wouldn't be able to meet up. I feel the beginning of the end already.

My life is a hopeless, up-hill battle - Sisyphean, even!

Thanksgiving 2007

My friend Daemian came up to visit again. He had a great time, learned a few things, and even cried, but I will leave him to tell his own tales. See the link on the right hand list.

Wednesday night I made pumpkin cheesecake, glazed apple pie (think Hostess Fruit Pie), and fudge brownies. Though, they were more like brownie-flavored fudge. Daemian came in on the bus, so I picked him up. He had UPS'ed over a CASE of wine, so I unpacked those, and put the whites in the fridge. We went to the club that night and hung out for a little bit. Danced a wee bit, as well. Confirmed plans with Carl, who was making the feast the next day.

Thursday we headed over to Miss Kitty's house. Carl did most of the cooking, with Kitty contributing meatballs and lasagna. Carl made a beautiful ham, a glorious turkey draped in bacon (which kept it OH so moist), candied yams, roasted-garlic mashed potatoes (Insert sound of Homer Simpson drooling), and both a fruit & chocolate fondue, and a bread and cheese fondue. He made his own cranberry sauce, and had a few other sides and rolls... It was a great meal, but dessert stole the show, as always! They were all very fond of the pumpkin cheesecake! Later that evening, Carl and Mattie had to go to work, so the party broke up. D and I went back to my place. The fact that he had not seen Moulin Rouge had come up in conversation, and Carl was adamant that we correct that error. (Daemian likes adamant demands!) So, we watched Moulin Rouge. Nosed around my Playstation games a little after that.

Friday we had tentative plans to head over to Brad's house to play some games. He had other possibilities floating around, so we ended up with a little time to kill. I ended up at Best Buy and walked out with a Playstation3 and several games. Love it! Need the Burnout series to hit the next gen, now! We started a game of Civ (board game version), but quit around midnight. D and I headed to the club again. The owner was there, slightly drunk, and was a little PO'ed at me, cuz they were short-staffed. Nobody asked me to work that night, though he had mentioned in earshot that they would be short-staffed. Not my problem, really... We had a good time there, and I danced a lot with the Brazilians. Junior and Leo were there. I was a little flirty with Leo, which made Junior a little more touchy-feely with me. I told Leo I wanted to kiss him, and he said I had already kissed his friend, meaning Marcelo. I protested that I was working that night, and just got a kiss 'hello' from Marcelo, and wanted a REAL kiss from Leo, as in "twenty minutes"! He gave a 'damn, Gina' look, and said something about not wanting people to think he was trampy. I pushed gently the rest of the night, and on their way out, Leo gave me a couple really good kisses. After grabbing their coats, he turned to give me one last mini make-out session. HOT!

Saturday morning I made a banana bread (we may be reaching 6 digits on the calorie count by now!!) and we headed back over to Brad's house to finish the game. I lost - miserably. I always lose once it turns to dice rolls. We headed over to 5&Diner for burgers. Then Brad headed to a HS reunion, and D and I picked up Ronny and Cris and headed to Best Buy. Ronny wanted a flat-panel TV, and was all excited about a $450 32" one. Daemian and I both vetoed that idea when we saw it. No-name chinese import TV with no picture resolution data on the box. No display model, either. He ended up with a 26" Magnavox with built-in DVD. Very nice picture, and reasonably priced. Fits well in Ronny's bedroom, too. (He can now watch Project Runway at home; that was his objective.) He also bought an iPod to send to his nephew, and I picked up a BluRay to try out my new PS3's video player. "300" Even on my analog TV (it IS a Sony Trinitron, however) it looked impressive. Daemian wants me to buy a LCD from him. I'm contemplating... Went to the club again that night. Cris and Brad were there, as were Rick and Andrej. Apparently Andrej is leaving this Wednesday for Brazil, and still sat sulking in the corner. I danced for a little while, then saw Marcelo. Had the usual 'why didn't you call' and 'I want to kiss you' comments, that went nowhere. Later, he was sitting on the couches, with his friends (a couple). I decided to sit next to him. He put his arm around me, though still declined kissing. He said he doesn't like to kiss unless it's his boyfriend. I said if he would call me back I might be! Even his friends were trying to get him to kiss me, but he said he was too tired. We ended up cuddled on the couch for the rest of the night. Mostly I was in his arms *heeheee*, but for a while he was in my lap, and I rubbed his back. Really nice hands, great arms, good legs. I slid my hand a little 'too' far into his crotch when he let me feel his leg! When they turned the lights on, we got up off the couch. I had to stand behind the support column because I was a little too excited. He stood behind me, and started grinding his crotch into my ass. *giggle* I did finally get a kiss, too. A couple minutes' worth! But he had to leave.

Sunday, D and I went to brunch. Headed to Block5 again. (See the Halloween post.) His first real brunch experience. (Bad homo!) The food was excellent, and the waiter was yummy, too. The staff wears 'pajama'-ish clothes for brunch, so he had on flannel pj pants and a T-shirt. Nice butt. He was the only one wearing a server's apron, so I'm guessing he has a big bulge, too! I dropped Daemian off at the bus station a little later, and Ronny called. His computer died, and he needed my help again. I gave a quick call to Marcelo before heading over, but he didn't pick up, and has not returned my message. Mr. I'll-call-you-tomorrow strikes again! Ronny and I watched the two episodes of Project Runway I had recorded, and I got his computer up and running again. It ended up being a later night than expected. I had even offered to have the roomies come over to my place to watch "300" but they were not interested in heading outside. Junior has not seen it yet (he took two Tylenol PM the night he went to see it at the theater, and slept through most of it), so I made sure to mention that he can come over whenever he needs to watch it!

Swing and a Miss

Friday night I was working again. It started off as a slow night, but picked up considerably! Chris came in to visit. He had a couple drinks, too, but spent a large portion of the evening up at the front chatting with me. The DJ's boyfriend (Justin) noticed, and started teasing. "Is that your BOYfriend??" I said I didn't know, so Justin said - loud enough for all to hear - that we Should date, because we would be cute together. Chris left around midnight. I noticed again that kissing him caused no sparks. Impending danger...

Shortly before Chris left, Junior came in. Chris was standing next to the desk. Junior has heard that I was starting to 'see' someone (I was with Ronny when the phone call for the first dinner triggered things). I got a more-friendly kiss, by his initiation. No big deal, though. Shortly after Chris left, Marcelo (Mr. Call You Tomorrow) showed up, with a couple other friends. One of whom was the guy whose name I couldn't remember that was with Joaquin. Joaquin was not there, but the 'guy' is Leonardo. I said hi to Leo, and got a sexy kiss from Marcelo.

Later, more Brazilians showed up. It had been a while since a mass influx of 'zilians were there, and this was the breaking of the levee. A new hottie was among the group, named Joao (with a ~ over the a; their version of John). I said HI to him, but he didn't seem too impressed. There is another Brazilian I've been noticing for several months now, but he's only 20, and I still haven't caught his name (one a night is good progress). He came in with a group of mostly female friends.

The hot gay nerd, Tom, was also there. He also got overheated on the dancefloor and needed to drop his shirt off at coat check again. This time we were charging for coat check, but I asked if I could get a kiss as well, again. He grabbed me, and kissed me. Like make-out style kissing. Grabbed the back of my head, good pressure, some tongue. When he stopped, he said "mmmmmm" and grabbed me again. I got three kisses from him. (And a $1 in the tip jar!) Then he said "Thank YOU!" and went back to dancing. That one has sparks. Getting arrested in SoCal for arson kinda sparks.

I said goodnight to Joao on his way out, but again, he didn't seem to care too much. I got another nice kiss from Marcelo on HIS way out, so I asked again when he was gonna call. He just laughed, and left. I said "goodnight cutie" to Leo. The 20-year-old decided to change clothes in front of the door, so I was right there as he took his shirt off. I took advantage of the opportunity to call out an "Oi Gostoso!" He gave a surprised look as the faghag commented in portuguese how surprised she was to hear me say the word "gostoso". Tom stopped by to pick up his shirt from the coat check. I got three more sparking kisses, another $1, and a "wow"! Again, the last I heard, he's not single.

Saturday, went to the gym, then met up with Chris for lunch. I took him to the Brazilian barbeque place, though he grabbed the check again. (Nobody there that I knew, though there were a couple cuties I tried to stare at for Chris's sake.) He really like the food there. We bummed around a bit, went back to my place and watched "Another Gay Movie". He hadn't seen it, so we needed to correct that! Then Brad and Cris showed up, and we headed over to a party. Had a great time. We went to bed when we got back to my place, but I never got aroused, so we went to sleep. Around 4:30am I woke up with a hard-on and a Greek all over me. We got around to breaking out the condoms and lube, and I was Close to shootin, but then I started losing steam. He wouldn't finish til I did, and I lost the ability to finish, so he didn't. In the morning he tried again, and I tried to focus on selfishly enjoying the experience in an effort to keep myself motivated. A flash of Tom's kiss passed through my mind, and I sprang to attention. Of course, artificially contrived doesn't last long of it's own accord, and I "petered out" again. We showered, and he left to have brunch with his parents. I headed over to my bar coworker's house, and a bunch of us played poker and ate and drank all day.

Chris is a great guy, and he's TOTALLY into me, and seems to be relationship oriented. He is attractive, though a little pudgier than I've been with before. And, in what should be an hallelujah moment, he is even a top! But I uh kinda suspect it's not going to work out. There is just not enough chemistry there to maintain the physical aspect. I'm not sure when I'll get the chance to discuss it with him - we both have pre-arranged plans for the upcoming holiday. The only consolation I guess is that Tom isn't Brazilian, so it's NOT that I've dedicated myself to Brazilians! A white guy DID turn me on! Just not the one trying to be with me.

Rejection

WARNING: This is another dream post. But this one isn't as fun as the last one.

It started off at work, though I was at a different place than in real life. It was just an office, and it felt like Boston. Anyway, around 3:30 I headed 'downstairs' and bumped into Cris (longtime Brazilian friend/crush Cris, not new Greek Chris). Gave him a friendly hello. He was on the phone with Ronny, who was on his way over. I had to work until 4, but wasted the last few minutes of work pretending to text people on my cellphone, which for some reason, in the dream, I had the phone Ronny really has. Anyway, so I finish work, as some obnoxious fat busy-body type sees me texting and says "Oh, just send an email!" Ronny shows up, and the three of us head to a Brazilian party, which involves a lot of food (as always).

As we are chatting, and eating, I look across the table and see the two cuties I've mentioned from the club, one whose name I can't remember and the other is Joaquin. I wave hello, and they smile back. Shortly after, I am heading back from the bathroom, and bump into Junior. I give him a kiss, and it ends up as a friendly peck on the lips. In real life, he always turns his cheek, and I never get the lips. Since I got lips, I laughed and went in for another. He obliged. So I took a third. As I went for a fourth he dodged, so I got all serious and started talking about the party. I mentioned how cute Joaquin is, and he agreed, but mentioned that Joaquin is seeing someone. As I was saying I figured as much, and started telling how I've seen him there with the other name-forgotten one, Joaquin shows up, puts his arm around Junior, and they affectionately kiss. Junior then gives me a sheepish "well I TOLD you" look, and I start fuming. Dammit dammit dammit. I can't have EITHER ONE!

That feeling lingered past waking, and the details and flow of the dream were SO realistic, that it took a while before I realized it was a dream. Of course, the 'can't have' part is pretty real, anyway. But at least they're not together!!

Bathroom stall Graffiti

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Greek to Me

Friday night was slow at the club. Couple cuties. Nothing fruitful. The "gay one" stripper was there, but he brought a friend, and paid me No attention. I get more lovin' from the "straight one".

Saturday night I was going to hang out with Ronny, but he said he needed to have a discussion with Luis (the closet case semi-boyfriend) and would call me later. In the meantime, I got a call from Eddie asking if I could come in and work 'floater' that night. I have been strictly front door since the one time I did it as a favor back in July, so the thought of being there and walking around was kinda nice.

The owner stopped by with a friend who was totally my type. His name was Jazz. Might be spelled differently, but that's how he said to pronounce it! He was fun, and I was flirting fairly freely. When the bartender accused me of going down on guys in the bathrooms, I touched Jazz's shoulder and said "Only certain people". But he left early, and I didn't get any digits.

The guy previously mentioned as "James" showed up as well. We chatted for a little while, until the bartender yelled at me to get back to work! His name is actually Chris. I slipped him my phone number.

Sunday I helped Ronny get his bluetooth set up, and we went to the Verizon store for him to buy the music downloading kit. The Verizon store is close to Coldstone Creamery, so we stopped there for a treat! On the way back to Ronny's house, Chris called. We arranged to meet later for dinner.

Dinner was nice. He's 37, Greek, a History teacher, has a house in Tampa, lives on the west side of town. After dinner we headed for a drink. I decided the bar I work at would be a bad idea - too much intrusion and commentary. Then I remembered I had no money, so he bought me a drink, and asked if he'd want to go back to my place after the first round, so I wouldn't have to mooch off of him all night (he paid for dinner before I had a chance). He readily agreed.

We quickly ended up making out on the couch. Then ended up in my bedroom. Only did "first date" kinda stuff. Then I started getting tired, so we called it a night. We have plans to spend Saturday night at my place together, so I'll get a cuddly Sunday morning again, which I haven't had in Ages.

addendum

I completely forgot to mention the Other fun episode from last Friday night. The hunky stripper Nate was there with his brother, Rich. Twin brother. Nate apparently does personal training, as well, and is a bit more buff than Rich. Also more outgoing. I noticed Rich has a slight speech impediment, which I am sure is what led to him being more quiet.

The two of them stayed up front by me and chatted for quite a while. At one point, Mattie came over, and got around to calling Nate "the straight one". To which, I commented "That would imply YOU (looking at Rich) are 'the gay one'!" Nate said yea, Rich was lookin' for a man. I said I was, too!

Nate was working that night, and Rich was just along for support. He came over to talk to me some more by himself, while Nate was busy. We got along well enough, so I asked him about his preferences. He claims to only hook up with guys if it will help advance his career (wants to be a model). Oh, I can already envision the disappointment that is going to lead to! But I just laughed and said I'd have to figure out a way to advance his career...

They said goodnight as they left to go home at the end of the evening. Rich quickly added that he would see me next Friday. Now I also have to lose 10 pounds by then!! :)

Gosto

This past weekend was my first on my new schedule at the club. Friday night I work, but Saturday I have off. Sadly, I had to go to my dayjob on Saturday morning.

Friday night was fairly slow. There was one of the cute Brazilians that showed up, but he had a new 'zilian with him. REALLY attractive! His name was Joaquin, which seems very non-Brazilian, but whatever. I took as much opportunity to peek around the corner to check him out. Sadly, I soon saw them kissing each other. Well, here's to hoping they get into 3-ways...

Saturday I ended up at the club. Danced with Cris and Junior. I was also drinking. John showed up that night, as well. He is apparently seeing someone now. Twinky little blonde boy about 18 years old. I guess I am WAY too old to be John's type.

I headed to the back area of the club at one point, and saw Cris catching some cool air by the smoking patio. I put an arm around him, and he put one around me. I leaned in and said "Eu gosto demais de voce" (I like you too much). He said "Eu tambem" (Me too) and gave me a hug. That may go nowhere, or it may cause problems.

I got a little bit too drunk as the night progressed. I ended up chipping my front tooth at some point. It's not bad enough to be noticeable, but I can feel the rough edge against my tongue, and it is driving me NUTS!

Wonderful Dream

It has been a while since I've subjected you to a retelling of a dream I had, so I will recount last night's. It was a sex dream. And it was a good one! For me, anyway!!

It was set in a house with a group of roommates. Think Real World or Surreal Life. One of the roommates was (in dream-world) Flava Flav's son. I did not get a name. And, no, I have NO idea if he has children (I would assume, tho) or how old they would be, or any such real info. But it was a dream, OK.

Someone decided that we should all go to a movie. I ended up in FF's room, as he was getting ready. Hot little black guy, with an absolutely adorable face. (I'm guessing the mother was way better lookin' than the dad!) As the son of a famous rapper-type, he was saddled with the expectation to be straight. We were talking, and he got very close, however. I jokingly said, "What, are you gonna kiss me?" And he did. Sweet little peck on the lips. Then he looked all embarrassed. Blabbered on about something for a while. Then got that "oh what the hell" look and grabbed me. Pulled me in tight, and kissed me again. This one started closed, but soon opened. Then turned into full-on making out. (The heat coming off the small of his back was really enticing!) Soon we were on the floor, and clothes were being tossed to the side. As his 'first time' I figured we'd start him off as a French-passive. (it's an old term meaning getting a blow job) He was into that, and I was into that. And he tasted good! Lot of chocolate to work with, too, of course. (It IS a dream, remember!) I was enjoying it so much that I erupted quite forcefully. Think Vesuvius vs. Pompeii. He (being rather nervous and all) came a little less dramatically, but fell into my arms and kissed me some more.

After some snuggling, which kinda just smears the mess around, I checked around on the floor to see how bad of a mess I made on the carpet. Nothing. I was shocked! Then I noticed the ceiling was Sprayed! I have been known to fire good distances, but 10 feet is a bit unrealistic... (Side note - if you've seen Something About Mary, I have done that, and you can HEAR it hit your ear, and FEEL it sticking to the side, so that scene was VERY implausible! Yes, I know it was meant to be...) We did a little wiping, and then he fell back against the dresser. He was just so irresistible that I had to go in and kiss him some more. He kissed right back!

Then he got that "what does this Mean?" look on his face, and pondered aloud if he could handle having a boyfriend. I asked if he meant he wanted one. This caused an "oh my God" expression, and he asked if I would be at all interested in dating him. I said Yes! Then grabbed him and started making out some more.

That was how I woke up this morning. He was just so damn cute, it was a shame I'll never see him again! :)

Bad News

I got my bill today for internet service from the cable company. Back in August, I got a bill for two months that said I was PAST DUE for August. Now, I NEVER miss paying a bill, so I could not believe this to be true, but was unable to prove otherwise. So, I sent in two month's worth. In September, I never got a bill at all. This was strange, so I pulled up the account, and it said I had $0 balance, and was paid until November. I assumed this meant the morons found the July payment they thought I missed, so doubling up in August put me a month ahead. Today's bill again says I am PAST DUE. I do now know if they f&#^'ed up September or both or everything, or what the bloody hell is going on. I will just send in a double payment, and let it go. Next month I am going to send them money, whether they ask for it not!

Other bad news today, the hottie at work, referred previously as "O" has gone to boot camp. Army. It's kinda sad... I hope he comes back alive.

Hallowen Bash

The other day I mentioned to my WoW friend Daemian that I was going to work as Janet from Rocky Horror, and he said he'd Love to See That! Ended up with him buying a bus ticket!
Friday night he showed up - late because of bus breakdowns - and we went to a Halloween party at my friend Brad's house. We had a great time, and Daemian had the rapt attention of several fellow party-goers. We stopped in for a few moments at the club, and he got a quick intro. Then we went back to my place and chatted, looked at pictures, watched "Another Gay Movie" - it just is such a good movie! Watch it! If you've already seen it, watch it again!
Saturday we went shopping. I still needed a pink dress, and was having no luck. The best I found was a fuchsia number at Express. Luckily, one of the club regulars works there (surprise) and helped me out. Sadly, a size 12 did not button over my ribcage, and that was their largest size. Express does not carry anything in 14! Ended up at Marshall's. I'd been there before, but tried it again. And there it was! A stretchy pink 14 collared dress! On sale! I had a "Maxx Moment"!
That evening we went to a fabulous little restaurant in town (Block5) and had a great meal. More importantly, the wait staff was hot, and flirty! For a moment we were expecting to get our meal comped!
Headed to the club, and got ready. The evening was a lot of fun. I got to kiss a hot half-naked Superman! Flirted with a number of cuties. As I walked to the bathroom at one point, Junior stopped me. He got rather grabby. I asked if it was the titties (or "bobos") that he liked. He's like "Oh yeah, you want me to fuck you?!" and grabbed me, started humpin on me. I, of course, was like "Oh Yeah! I've been Waiting for you to say that!!" Very thrilling, but oddly unexpected. I was in the "Sweet Transvestite" performance, as well as the "Time Warp". Heading to the stage, I got molestered by Junior again. Daemian had a blast, as well, and snapped a few pictures. So, here's one of me. Click it for the full-size.

Secret Coincidence

BACKGROUND:
They want me to be Janet from Rocky Horror this Saturday at the club. I had asked Mimi (drag queen) for hair and makeup assistance, and she said sure! I said I hadn't done drag since college, she wanted to see pics. I brought them in last Saturday, but she was not in, so I have them in my car waiting until I see her again. Last Sunday I found a cardigan, shoes, and a purse, but no luck with the pink dress. Wednesday I mapped out what I all need to get done on what day this week. That night included dress shopping, again to no avail. Thursday's plan includes hair removal.

MORE BACKGROUND:
About 12/15 years ago, the company I work for hired a Charles in the Quality department, who left the company as a Charlene. Surgically. There is still a harassment suit working it's way through the courts.

FUNNY STORY:
Today I was talking about work related stuff with the engineer I kinda have a thing for and the sales guy who is a body-builder. Eventually, they mentioned that the production supervisor has a brother, Ray, who used to work there years ago on a particular machine. The engineer slipped in a "or Rachel" after the name was uttered. I required explanation. Apparently, one day shortly after Halloween about 25 years ago, Ray came to work with Halloween party pictures, including himself in drag. He was quite proud of it and showed it to everyone, and kept a copy in his toolbox at work. He was married, with kids, and the wife even helped him shave and do the makeup. Ray would mention how much he enjoyed it, liked the panties, and the hosiery, etc. Shortly after that, he stopped working there (I'm not clear on those details) and began living life in women's clothes full time.

As the two were telling the story, they would interject comments about how mind-boggling the whole thing is, they felt bad for the kids, the wife, the brother (who still works there). It was "f@#%^'ed up" and "stupid". One of them looked at me and said "beware of Halloween parties!" It was all I could do to keep myself from running to the car and getting my drag pictures or telling them what I'm in the middle of preparing for this weekend!! I kept my face expressioned in a way that the smirks looked like pitying commentary, rather than suppressed giggles!

Flirt

Last weekend started out promising, but again, went nowhere.

Friday evening I got a phone call from an unknown number. That number had called twice before throughout the week, so I was thinking it might not be a telemarketer. I still didn't answer, though. They had not left a message, so I was still skeptical. As soon as the call ended, they called back again. At that point, I decided to answer. I was greeted by a Brazilian voice. I asked who it was, and he said, "You don't remember me?" This threw me off. The only Brazilian I had spoken to on the phone but wouldn't 'remember' was Brazilian Bottom Boy (Whom I had called asking to meet up some time so he could return my jacket). It was Mr. I'll-call-you-tomorrow, though! Marcelo apparently has a thing against leaving messages. He was still at work, and had to work in the morning, so we couldn't meet up that night. I called Monday, and he said he worked until 9, but would call me after to meet up for a little bit, but - true to form - he did not call.

Friday night at the club was really really dead. The plus side is that it gives me more time to talk to customers coming in. One - whose name I did not catch, so we'll call James - was rather cute, and seemed interested, but stayed at the bar the whole time, so I didn't get a chance to move beyond the greeting flirtiness. Then there was Rob - military guy, kinda attractive but not doin' it for me. He was noticeably interested, and was touchy-feely and flirty all night. Until 1am, that is. He left. There was also Jose. He was staring at me with a big goofy grin, but I got the impression he was behaving that way more because he was high than because he was interested.

Luther showed up as well, by himself. I took the opportunity to make an obvious pass. He was being flirty as well (he shook his ass at me, so I grabbed it), but made the usual comment about not gonna work. I said I'd be happy with just some good making out. He made an appreciative comment, but might have gotten scared off. He left early, saying he would be back later, just had to check in with Keniah, but he never did. Well, they did show up together on Saturday. So I said, "Oh, well, you said you'd come back!" I imagine he caught the accusation buried in there.

Then there was Tom. I've seen him a few times. Great body, cute face, dorky glasses, and very timid personality. He stopped by to drop off his shirt at the coat check. It was quite warm out this weekend, so I wasn't running an actual coat check, so I said I'd take the shirt, but he didn't have to pay. He asked if I was sure about that. I said he could kiss me instead if it would make him feel better. So, he gave me a nice kiss, put a dollar on the counter, and said he'd give me both. I mentioned it to one of the other staff that night (don't remember who) and they said something to the effect of "Oh, that's So-and-So's boyfriend." Dammit. When he left, he was with his friends, and/or boyfriend, so I didn't get another kiss, but I did get another dollar when he took the shirt back.

Saturday, "James" was back. Did the same thing. Gave me looks that implied he is interested. So, as he came in, I chatted briefly. He started walking inside, so I said I hoped he be back later, and he said "Oh definitely!" He stayed at the bar until he left (at like 12). Other than that, there was a definite lack of options on Saturday, even though it was Much busier.

I was over at Ronny's house this weekend to help him fix his computer again. (I'm not that competent of an IT guy, but with my friends, I can apparently figure out more than they can. Kind of like how often I've helped wire up stereo equipment.) I brought my camera along, and dumped the farewell party photos onto Junior's computer, and copied over his photos from the Six Flags trip. There were not a lot of good pictures. Partly the camera isn't that great, and I think Ronny actually has a better eye for photos than Junior. The best one of the trip, (Yea, surprise, surprise) I'd say, is this one of Junior.

Entourage

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If you don't get it, don't bother asking...

Conspiracy Theory

Illegal immigration has been in the news a lot, lately. Besides the "fence" discussion, there has been a crackdown on the employers who don't check social security numbers properly. The idea is to reduce immigration by making the jobs less desirable.

I was talking with my Brazilian friends the other day, and they commented on how much more money they are spending on housing payments back home now that the dollar is tanking. The 'real' used to be worth about a third of a dollar, now it's about half. A Brazilian making 9R/hour in Sao Paulo might not be able to afford a mortgage payment, even though it's about 50,000R for a nice place. But at $9/hour in the US, they are making an equivalent to 27R/hour, and can send that money to pay off the mortgage pretty quickly. Now that those $9 are more like 18R, it's a little harder.

My first thought was that the Brazilians would not want to be here any more if the exchange rate gets worse, and they'd be better off just getting a job back home. Then it hit me. This is the PLAN. The government is purposely allowing the dollar to slide because that will discourage immigrants from coming here!

Try try again

Friday night I was training a new hire on running the front door. This will allow me to cut back on hours and spend more time with my friends, in theory. They continue to complain that I shouldn’t work because I can’t hang out with them. Once I stop working, however, they will probably not be doing anything anyway. But training with Danielle was not as encouraging as I had hoped. I had been told that she had club front door experience. That was incorrect. She cashiers at a Spencer Gifts. She was quite slow. I had to focus so much attention on her, that it was actually harder to be flirty than when I am by myself. The tight little black kid mentioned a week or two ago, radiating heat, came in again, by himself again. He was not on anything, and did not even seem to remember me. Oh, well. The dancer from two weekends ago was there, too. He was chatting with me quite a bit, again. As I steered the conversation toward hangin’ out, having a drink after closing, he mentioned he lives with his girlfriend of four years. After close, he collected his pay, said goodnight, and headed home. The straight girl with the cute guy along showed up, as well, with that same guy. She made a comment about how I should have remembered he had a military ID (too much going on), so I said, "Oooo, military - Hot!" The guy replied "Don't ask don't tell!" Stop teasing me!!!

Saturday morning I had to go to work for a little while at my day job. Then met up with some friends and headed down to a little amusement park in Connecticut that hosts a big haunted house. It was a lot of fun. I reflexively jump when startled, which my brother took glee in abusing when growing up, but I don’t get scared. One of the friends I was with has a clown phobia, so didn’t enjoy that part very much, but the rest of enjoyed her reactions. I got back shortly after 1am, so decided to head to the club for a bit (Ronny had called a couple times to get me to join them) rather than just head home. When I walked in, Security guy mentioned that John was there and had asked for me. I said hello to a bunch of people, then went over to chat with John. Ronny interrupted me to introduce me to his friend Luis (Puerto Rican, yes I was interested). The first words out of Luis’s mouth were that he is straight. That’s nice… I told Ronny I was trying to talk to “that guy over there” so he let me go back to John. Shortly before close, John’s friend said he was heading out, so John said he was, too. He said goodnight and started leaving. I asked if I was ever going to get to spend time with him beyond hello and goodbye at the club, and he replied that he’s married, and walked out the door. I immediately went to Security guy to ask what that meant, and he had no clue. He said John broke up with his ex a while ago and is single, as far as he knows.

Sunday morning I talked to Ronny. Luis went back to Ronny’s place for a little while that night, and they made out. Luis’s first time ever kissing a guy. Ronny mentioned that he is actually Luis’s boss, and I described how that could (possibly) cause problems, and Ronny could (possibly) get fired if it ended in a harassment charge. Ronny asked if I did anything with John, so I told him the story. Ronny said he doesn’t understand why I am having such bad luck getting anyone to be interested, then offered to get back together so I don’t have to be alone. Sweet, but he knows I don’t want to. That evening was another show, so I headed back to the club to work again. The hunky 19yo Puerto Rican kid I see often was there, with some family, to see the show. At a point when I could catch him by himself, I told him I thought he was very attractive. He (Steven) became a bit more engaging, but didn’t seem too eager to pursue anything. The show wrapped up about just before 9:30, and he headed for the door. He did tell me that he would be back later. Around 10 I was done, and ended up staying for a while and having a drink. The staff is apparently dressing as Rocky Horror characters for the Halloween party (10-27) night, and they decided to assign me the role of Janet. Mimi (aka Alex) offered to help with hair and makeup. Around 11:30 I figured I should head home, and Steven came back. I said hello, he said hi, and then kept walking. I waited a minute, then followed to the dance floor area. He was dancing with a couple people, one of whom was his mother. I had not noticed that she had stayed after the show ended. I assume he would be a little uncomfortable with anything happening with his mother around, so I figured I would let it slide for now. Next weekend, I better get a kiss, though!

Take Home

Flipping channels this morning, I stumbled upon Andrew Dan Jumbo again. You may recall my previous mentioning of this hottie carpenter. His current show is called Take Home Handyman, and the concept of the show is ADJ cruising the Home Depot for someone who wants to take him home with them. Sadly, they just do carpentry projects when they get there. But I would GLADLY volunteer to take him home!!

Take Me Home!

Photos

Well, Junior stood me up last night.

So, I don't have the Six Flags trip pics, yet.

Quiet

Friday night at the club was a decently busy evening, but not much headed my way. The best moment was this straight couple that came in. I asked if they'd been there before. That's usually what I ask if I see possible "oops wrong place" people coming in. She said Oh yea, she'd been there before. Then she asked why I asked. I explained that it helps catch those who are unaware it's a gay club. She laughed and said she was worried I wasn't going to let her in again. I told her that if she keeps bringing cute guys with her (the BF was really cute!) that we would be glad to let her in! He laughed and said he was her good luck charm. She said maybe she was his! Then they went in. Later, the DJ's boyfriend was chatting with me, and I mentioned the cutest guy I saw come in was straight. He said the cutest one was this guy in white shirt and jeans over by the pool table. Guess what. Same guy! At the end of the night, as everyone was leaving, the girl paused to say that He thought I was cute, too. The guy blushed a little and said, "well, yeah." And then they ran out the door... I think I managed to blurt out a thank you, but was largely shell shocked. Fate continues to tease me!

Saturday, the security guy said his friend John was coming in, with a good wink-wink nudge-nudge look on his face. John did come in, made a quip about breakfast, and then spent the entire night standing back by the dance floor. He kind of flashed me a shrug and got swept out the door by the crowd at close. Dammit. I asked security guy to check if John would mind if he gave me John's number. This is too much work!

I spent Sunday with Ronny and Junior. Junior seemed less awkward than he has been, but still reserved. Sunday night I dreamed that I drove to Luis's birthday party with Junior. (Luis had invited me, but I don't think I'm going to be able to go. And it's a little too far to actually drive.)

Tonight I'm heading over by Junior to download the party pictures from last weekend onto his computer, and copy over his pics from our Six Flags trip. Tease of fate...

You're Still Here!

There are a couple cuties at work, all Hispanic, of course. One of them (we'll call "O") is about 20, looks like a black/latino blend, and is quite yummy. Always wears tight little wife-beaters underneath big, baggy T-shirts, and I am always wishing the baggy one (well, OK, both, but realistically, the baggy one) would come off. Thursday it did! Feelin' the Vapors! I had to remind myself not to stare. And today O was wearing his Rimstars shirt again. I guess it's a basketball term, but always brings something else to mind. If he is a star at it, it must feel REAL good!

Friday night I was at work again. John did not come in. This tight little black kid (24yo, I think) whom I have had my eye on came in, a little flushed. He claims to have already been drinking, but when I put on the wristband, he was noticeably warm. That does not seem like a common effect of light drinking. It may have had a pharmacological source, but I said he must have been dancing already. He said no, but he wanted to dance, and that it would be better if I joined him. I gave an appreciative smile, and said maybe later. He left early, and I didn’t notice when. Dammit! Marcelo was there, as well (Mister I’ll-call-you-tomorrow). As everyone was heading out at the end of the night, he stopped to say he was surprised I was still here. I asked what he meant. He thought I’d be in California. I again replied, “What?!?” His ‘friend’ told him I’d be in California. He motioned to the dance floor, which still contained Cris. I said I had plans to eventually move there, but it wasn’t happening any time soon. Marcelo claimed he didn’t call me because he thought I was leaving for California immediately, but he would call now that he knows I’m still around. I said I’d believe him when he actually called. He said he Promised he would call ‘tomorrow’. As of today (Monday), still no call. The thought crossed my mind that the sudden switch to just-friends from Junior may have had the same source. It would make sense that Ronny would bring the moving-west story up, since it factored in our split (to a degree that depends on who tells the story). I don’t Think he would purposely sabotage an attempt of mine, but he could easily have wandered into that topic during general discussion.

Then on Saturday, I asked the security guy if he’d spoken with John this past week. Apparently, Avalon in Boston closed on Saturday. I am not sure if it is a temporary/remodeling close, or a permanently shuttered close. But since it was the last night, ever, and Saturday was gay night, it was a big draw. We were unusually slow that night, which may or may not have been related. John was one of the revelers in Boston that night. I told sec-guy to remind John next time they speak that he still owes me breakfast! There was also a dancer brought in on Saturday. Very attractive, and he even spoke with me. I do not know if it was just the habit of a tip-earning worker, or if he was actually interested, but I flirted somewhat mildly. In retrospect, I may have been too timid. He went out of his way to tell me he was nervous about going back to his car after closing. Three times. I thought about offering to escort him, but the annoying voice of doubt that always gets in the way convinced me he would say “Oh no, no. That’s OK, I’ll be fine” anyway. So, I didn’t say anything. Afterwards, the rational side of my brain reprimanded the moron side of my brain for creating a guaranteed No in the name of avoiding a possible No. One of the things I need to work on! Losing 5 pounds is another. Dancer was in great shape, and wouldn’t want a fattie!

Sunday I planned to go to the gym (lose 5 pounds!). When I got up, there was a message from Ronny asking if I wanted to go to IHOP. It was now noon; he had called around 10:30. I called back, and he had already eaten. He then asked if I was going to Andre’s farewell party. (I think I wrote before about another Brazilian that mentioned in the same conversation that he is leaving the country, and would be interested in me if he were single. That’s Andre.) It had slipped my mind, but I did want to go. So, I skipped the gym to spend the day grazing on grilled meats and fatty side dishes (I’ve never met a Brazilian who cared about fat content). It did strike me as a perfect opportunity to bring my camera. I let Ronny use it. He was happy to be taking pictures all day (Cris was probably jealous), and I got some nice pics of most of the regulars in my blog tales. He snapped about 160 pictures. Sadly, Carlos was not there, and still no sign of Mateus.

But to start with, as requested, here is me. The buzzcut is gettin' shaggy already...


That is Kevin on my left (Junior's ex). And another one of me, this time with Cris on my right.


This one is of Ronny, my ex (on your right), and Andre (his party) on your left


Here is a nice one of Junior - sigh -


There were a couple straight (or bi??) cuties there, known as blue-shirt guy, green-shirt guy, and black-shirt guy. The pic of the blue-shirt guy also includes (L to R) Brad (Cris's BF), Marcio, and another of Junior




After we finished eating (profusely), they cleared the tables off the garage floor and turned up the music, so people started dancing. Rick (Andre's BF) was not up for dancing - and was doing a lot of cleaning up - but Andre dragged him onto the dance floor at one point. The whole crowd - about 90% straight - started applauding. It was one of those moments that makes you feel proud of the progress we've made!


To top it all off, I'll include a little video of the dancing. Blue-shirt guy was trying to hang out with the gay guys all night, and after seeing him on the dance floor, we are expecting him to come out soon! The green-shirt guy almost bumped into me, which would have been fun. And there's a cameo by Cris towards the end. Enjoy!

Short

I was having a discussion about whether or not short guys can be hot. As my definitive proof, I hereby submit the following photo. This is my hottie Puerto Rican friend Luis. He is 5'3" tall. And nobody cares!!!!



(If you read this, Luis, I assume you don't mind I posted this pic!!)

Long Term

I have been mainly writing about dating foibles. I have completely been remiss on complaining about the morons at my day job. It's just that it gets so repetitive...

Today, the plant manager stopped by, and started talking about the management team has started working on a 5-year strategic plan. (Yea most companies always do that, but it's a new concept here!) Apparently 5 of the 8 members of the "management team" will be retiring in about 5 years, including the president/owner. I was expecting this to be followed up by a comment about where I see myself in 5 years. As much as I was dreading that, he instead said they are doing ROI analyses. Again, something most companies always do. It ended up being an opportunity to share a humorous anecdote. Nothing significant... I am SO glad I work for a company that isn't even aware of how short-sighted it is! (sarcasm)

My AC is still not working right, so I have been calling them to try to schedule an appointment. Fourth attempt was today. They called back to say they tried coming to fix it this afternoon. Good thing they bothered to TELL ME! Morons. They will try again tomorrow. Having mentioned it the day before might help!

Almost got one

Friday not much happened, so we'll skip to Saturday!

The really cute 22-year-old Brazilian (Diego) was there again. He at least smiled at me this time. But everybody there is after him. Everybody. Even Cris was talking about him to me...

Meanwhile, this too young, too queeny, too how-shall-we-say... pale... guy came over and started talking to me. As some of you may know, I have always had cold hands. One of the things about the Brazilians I have been with is that they are little heat engines, and in addition to just liking to hold hands, it has practical benefits!! The A/C seemed a little chilly in the front area last night, so as it slowed down, I had time to hold my hands in my pants pockets. Which apparently warmed them up fairly well. When queeny boy shook my hand, he commented on how warm they were. As he continued to talk to me, I knew he trying to flirt, but since I was SO not interested, I maintained my stony polite face. He eventually said something about how I'm not very flirty, so I gave my I'm-working-here excuse. I don't think he got the point, but he did run out of energy, and wandered off.

The other security guy was talking to me, and for some unknown reason showed me a pic on his camera of a couple of his friends, and only identified one of them. He was kinda cute. John. John was on the security guy's guest list, so I knew when he came in. About 5'5" I think, bald, really muscular, and I'm guessing Italian. White guy, but not as pale as the queeny guy from earlier! I tried to be a little flirty, but I WAS working, and kept getting sidetracked by people who wanted to come in (damn customers). At one point, John headed to the bathroom. When he came back, queeny guy was flirting with him. Oh crap.

But then, fate smiled upon me in a grandly fortuitous manner! John said he was cold because the A/C was so strong. Queeny guy gave him a hug but then mentioned how warm MY hands were, and sent him over to me! So, I first went to shake his hand, but John moved in for me to hold him. So I held him! Then more damn customers showed up, and I lost the moment. A little while later, queeny guy had disappeared, but John was still chatting up front with the security guy. Then the straight guy I've mentioned before showed up. He hadn't been there in a while, and he was in full socialize mode. As usual, mostly talked about the incongruity of him being straight yet at a gay bar. But he was talking with John! A female (friend of his?) was there, too, kind of encouraging the odd straight guy out of his element conversation, which ended up somehow turning to a I'll show you mine if you show me yours, but not really, but it was confusing. Security guy made a quip about it looked like John was gonna hook up with straighty (Seth, actually). I said, "But I want him!" Security guy asked, "Seth?" I said NO - JOHN! By this point John was looking chilled again, so I offered to hold him again. He came over for me to hold. First in that face to face consoling stance, so I kissed him on the neck. Then he turned around, so it was more of a couple-in-public position. I said, as light-heartedly as I could, "What are you doin' tonight?" He got a surprised, but good-surprised look on his face.

Around 1:30 he was talking to security guy, and must have been either discussing their interest in eating, or my interest in John, and John turned to me and asked if I'd be interested in going for breakfast. I said Definitely! Sec-guy asked where we should go. John offered to make breakfast back at his place. This looked promising! But then around 1:45 John said good night and left. I was like "But... what?... I don't... but... what??" Sec-guy said he thinks John didn't want to wait for him to finish work at 2:20. Mind you, he never helps with clean-up afterwards, and always leaves right at 2. I don't have clean-up duties at the front desk, so I cash out at 1:30, and am all ready to leave at 2 as well. Dammit. I didn't even get his phone number. Maybe he'll stop in again next weekend.

Since nothing was gonna happen, I ended up hanging out with the rest of the staff. We actually were there until about 5 am again. But around 2:15 the phone rang. It was straighty looking for an 'after-hours'. Now, I am willing to give him the benefit of the doubt on the coming to gay bars because it's more friendly. But to call the gay club to ask about an after-hours party is crossing into the "I got SO drunk one night..." territory. Crazy.

Fuchsia!

Have you seen the gay Usher commercial?? It's for Macy's. Usher is wearing a lovely fuchsia outfit, handing out samples of his women's cologne at a Macy's store, when Martha Stewart shows up. They hang out for a while, and he even whips out a "Girl!" I have always had a little crush on Usher (of course), and it is great to see him embrace his inner homo!!

Brady

Stumbled across a cute little article on the Onion website. Poking fun of the videotaped cheating thing, they twisted it to make it more exciting for those of us who were only checking out the guys anyway...

Shower scene

Philadelphia

Friday I went on a quick road trip with Brad and Cris, and Brad’s good friend Rick. Rick is a big fan of the ancient Egyptian art and artifacts, so was quite excited to go to the Tutankhamun exhibit at the Franklin Institute in Philadelphia. The museum itself is a science museum with big plastic representations of scientific properties that you can “learn” about. The King Tut exhibit is on loan from the Egyptian antiquities office, and has some very stunning items.

We got into town a little after 11pm on Friday. This being my first Friday off from work at the club in almost 3 months, I said I wanted to go clubbing. Cris was quick to join in. Brad was too tired. So, Cris and I went to Shampoo. Philly has a LOT of one-way streets in the downtown area, so getting close to where you want to be doesn’t necessarily help much. We did a lot of driving to narrow in on where we needed to be. Friday night is apparently an ‘ethnic’ night there. The lower level was latino music, and the upper level was very rap/hip-hop. I was one of about 5 total white people in the building. There were definitely a few cuties there, but not as many as you are probably thinking. And despite being fresh-meat, and fairly day-glo in hue, nobody noticed me. Which can be attributed to one of two things: (A) That’s just the way it always is. (B) I was there with Cris, so they assumed the only reason I would be there in the first place is because I was “with” him – since the lack of other whites would imply that they normally only show up on the heels of a partner. Of course, I wasn’t looking too hard for options, myself. Partly because I would not be able to do anything with anyone, and partly because I was harboring fantasies about Cris leaning over and making out with me. But that never happened either. If it were to ever happen, this would be the optimal environment. Zero chance of anyone we know ever finding out. We did a little bump and grind for one song, but that was it. The usual good-night kiss, of course, but “usual” means just that.

After 6 hours of sleep, got up, got ready, the four of us went to Denny’s, then headed to the museum. It was a fun day, and the Tut exhibit was amazing. To look at a bead-inlaid gold necklace that was almost guaranteed to have been worn during the Pharaoh himself during an actual ceremony of some sort, like 3200 years ago, gives you chills. And most of the items were in amazingly good condition. Painted wooden figurines looked like they could have been on the shelf at Home Goods last week; though the skill and detail on these just blow away anything that is made nowadays. On our way driving back home, we stopped at Chili’s, just outside Hartford. The waiter was really cute.

I got home about 10:30, which was a little earlier than anticipated. Cris (slept part of the way home) decided to go out to the club that night. Brad decided to let him go, but turned to me and said he had been upset with Cris for going out the night before. I quickly said that last night was entirely my fault (Cris would not have thought of it if I hadn’t brought it up, and had a map), but Brad was like “well he didn’t have to go”. I would not have gone alone. But Saturday, again having the rare night off from work, I decided to go, as well. Plus, with all the heavy meals I had eaten that day, a little exercise would do me good. Of course, everybody working there got all grouchy that I took the night off, then came in. I tried to explain that I HAD been out of town, but they didn’t really care. Ronny saw someone there he was interested in, so went over, talked, got a number, they went back to his place after close. I still don’t understand why that can never work for me. Anyone I approach is either unavailable, flaky, creeped out, or just wants to be friends. I’m reminded of a line from a Will & Grace episode (celebrity auction) where Jack says to Will, “Stop it, Will! America doesn’t want to think of you as sexual!”

Sunday I sat down and read “Michael Tolliver Lives” by Armistead Maupin. It is billed as a separate novel, but any Tales of the City fan will tell you it’s book seven. Sadly, it feels like an epilogue. And the 9/11 and American Idol references feel anachronistic coming from our favorite 70’s libertines, even though it is set in 2005 or 2006. There are earlier books in the series that made me cry more, but it was definitely a worthwhile book! A friend also forwarded me his new blog address, so I looked that up. It linked to a myspace page for Gregory Keith, who connects to Darryl Stephens. His page says that Noah’s Arc is simply on hiatus while they put together a feature film. I had heard it was cancelled, and was nearly apoplectic, so that is really good news!

Lay to Rest

Saturday was insanely busy at the club. I didn't end up having much breathing time to talk to anyone. But Carlos, Marcelo, and Junior were all there. Junior got drunk, and just went home in a fog (his roommate drove). Marcelo did not call on Saturday, but that night as they were leaving, he Again said he would call "tomorrow". I said, "Promise?" and he said yes and shook my hand. Needless to say, he did not call on Sunday. I did, however, speak with Ronny, who said that while they were all dancing he tried to push Marcelo a little, and Marcelo said that he is into Brazilians, and doesn't want an American. How dare he???? Stay home, then...

Carlos, as Ronny told me as well, was not interested in me - again - but went home with Sebastian, one of Brad's former ex'es. (Brad had gone on about how hot his ex Sebastian was, and when I met him didn't connect who it was at first because I did not find him attractive AT ALL. But you already know how picky I can be!)

Sunday I had to work again. A total cutie showed up. I asked for ID, and out came the green passport. Yup, you guessed it, another Brazilian. He was only 22, but so cute, I had to tell him he was cute. He got that slightly freaked out yet polite look on his face and uttered a slight nervous laugh.

Meanwhile, the DJ on Saturday thought my buzzcut was HOT. He's implied a desire to have sex, as well, but I'm not into him. I need to find someone who likes me that I also like back.

Second Attempt

Thursday night when I got back from the gym, I decided to buzz my hair off again. (See the Vegas trip posts from April for a sample photo.) Went in the bathroom, took the rugs out, got the vacuum ready, got the clippers out, prepped the trash bag, the shower, and got undressed. Started up the clipper, and I took a big chunk out over my right ear. Then the clipper kind of died. The blades just gave out. They would vibrate the hair, not cut it. This is a scary moment. Drastic changes are one thing, but half-way through, it looks pretty scary. I did the only thing I could at that point. I called my ex, Ronny. I asked him to run to the store and buy a new clippers for me. He was still at work (8:30), but left few minutes early to get to WalMart before they closed. He calls from the store to ask if I want the 40, 30, 25, or 15 dollar one. I asked what name the $40 was, and he said W-A-H-L. I said Perfect, get that one. He owed me $50 anyways, so not only did I get a new clippers, but he also gave me $10! It sliced the rest of my hair off like a hot knife through warm butter!

As I mentioned, I did this in April, so this was the second time. Same comb, even (1/8"). This time, however, elicited a much stronger response from a wider array of people. Coworkers at my day job, who would have seen the April version, were shocked! I had not been working at the club at that point, so it was more understandable that the coworkers there were shocked as well. Alex was working security in the back, while I was front door again. After closing, he told me that tons of people were asking him about me; am I single, yadda yadda. He said he kept telling them to talk to me themselves. The only one who did, though, was some annoying little 18 year old asian girl.

Marcelo was there again, as well. He apologized for not calling back last week. He said his phone wasn't working. Yeahhhhh. Whatever. As he was leaving, he gave me a kiss. I asked if I'd get to spend time with him. He said he'd call Saturday. We'll see if that actually happens!

SCB was back. He was with some ugly chick again, so I didn't get a chance to return his shirt. I may end up keeping it, at this rate. Of course, as front door, I don't get to see any of the goings-on, so I can't say if he is still going shirtless most of the night. *sigh*

More strike-outs

I had been in contact with a cute latino on Match, Eli, but he was not good at setting an actual time to meet up. Last week, I sent another message just seeing how things were going, and his reply was one of those "I'm SO busy, you have no idea how busy I am, I am omigod so busy, SO busy." Yeah, I know what that means. I sent a message back saying I was sorry to hear how busy he is, and to gimme a ring when he has time. Have not heard back.

Friday I got a phone number from another Match prospect in the Boston area. Brazilian guy named Marcel. I replied that I'd call over the weekend. That night was pretty dead at the club, but the hunky older guy was there, without his significant other. I tried to be as flirty as I could, but to no avail. He may be the faithful type, so I am not counting it as a full strike-out, but still...

Saturday was much busier, though there were not a lot of good options for me. One cutie, though. Brazilian. Knew Ronny and Junior. His name is Marcelo. He seemed interested, but said he had driven, and had to take his friends home. So, we swapped phone numbers, and he said to call Sunday.

Sunday I went over by Ronny and Junior. Cristiano made a bunch of food, and they had another (smaller) cookout with the neighbors. I called Marcelo, no answer, left a message. I mentioned to Ronny later that he wasn't calling back, and Ronny said he thinks Marcelo is a bottom. Now, why that would make any difference in whether or not he calls back would depend entirely on what other people had told him since we swapped phone numbers. Later that night, still a little wired from being around Junior all day, I called Marcel (the Match one, not Marcelo). We spent about two hours on the phone, and made plans to meet up for lunch on Monday.

Monday I drove to Boston, we spent the afternoon together, had a nice time. But there wasn't much ZING. At the end of the date, we starting 'discussing' what the next step should be. It was getting tedious, so I said that if we were right for each other we wouldn't be talking about it. Nice guy, had a great time, but just not the one for me. And it was mutual. I tried Marcelo again, again to no success. That night I also sent a quick note to David ("the white guy") to see how his trip to PTown was. He replied that he has decided to start a relationship with someone else that he had been seeing. I lost that interview...

I had also called Luther to see what they were up to, and if we could hang out. He didn't answer, I left a message, he didn't call back. Will also called from Colorado, to say he was going to Vegas in October, and asked if I could join him. With my pathetic lack of vacation time, and costs of flights, I don't see that working out. And I got an email from Luis; he is no longer living in Hawaii, so I missed my chance to visit there with a local contact (who had a condo in Waikiki and a Mercedes convertible - how fun would that be!?). And to top it all off, I didn't win the lottery, AGAIN.