Yea, big Surprise

Guess who I hung out with last night! Everybody was out at the club for Brazilian Night, so I headed over. The whole usual gang was there. Ronny, Cris, Andre, Carlos, Junio, and a couple others whose names I can't quite recall. As well as the white-boy significant others. Carlos was being semi-flirty, but too inconsistent, again. Brad said he's seen him acting like that before.
Then I saw another cutie. Imagine a 30-ish Jean-Claude Van Damme with darker skin and more of a swimmer's build. And, he, of course, is friends with Andre. At some point, Andre calls me over to introduce us. His name is Daniel, and he is (insert fanfare) Brazilian, as well. He did not seem terribly interested in me, though. A while later I mentioned to Andre that I Did think Daniel was attractive, but that he didn't seem interested in me. Andre said he thinks Daniel is straight, although maybe a little bit questioning. Then he mentioned that Daniel has a big penis. Rick (Andre's bf) asked how he knows that. Andre said "we work together" as if that was an obvious explanation. Rick gave me a look, and I just shrugged. If you recall from a prior post, Andre was also friends from work with the hottie Marcel (straight) from the party two weeks ago. Rick was like "where DO you work? And how can I work there??"
So, Andre took my phone number. He said he would talk to Daniel and give me a call... Meanwhile these two other guys that I am very not interested in, are trying to get all up in my stuff, and I'm trying to politely convey that "SO not interested" vibe. The one non-interest got rather jealous that I was giving Andre my phone number. Of course, I've known him for some time now, so it was not like we were 'hooking up' though I wouldn't mind. And according to Ronny, Andre wouldn't mind, either.
Carlos came up at one point, and grabbed my face - in that, what a cutie sort of way. He said something to Ronny, all I caught was "namorado" which means boyfriend. Then he wandered off, and Ronny said Carlos wanted to kiss me. At the end of the evening, as we were all leaving, everyone was giving each other good night kisses. I went to kiss Carlos good-night, and he turned his cheek to me. Again, he's good at the mixed messages.
In the end, though, I came home, by myself. As usual...

Bored

Well, there has been absolutely nothing worthwhile happening. Which means, I can't think of anything worth typing about in the blog. The most exciting thing has been going to see "300" at the movies. Some people hated it, I liked it. Aside from the eye candy, it had a cool feel to it. I had seen Sin City at the theater as well, and my immediate thought when that ended was "Wow, that is such a straight-guy movie". I guess this was their counterbalance to that!

And for those of you who do not follow all things Brazilian, I just wanted to point out that the Persian god-king Xerxes was played by Rodrigo Santoro. Below is a still of him from his surfing scene in Charlie's Angels Full Throttle. Less make-up is better!

Brazilian Night (yes, again)

The other day, Ronny was hanging out with Cris and Junio. Junio asked for my phone number. When Ronny asked me if it was OK, he also mentioned that Junio is currently in a 7-month relationship with an American (white boy), but that he wants out. I said I'd rather he ended it first, than get in the middle of a break-up. Thursday, Brad invited me to come along with them to a birthday party for Marcio. I said Sure, thinking there was a chance Mateus (now single) would show up. Saturday, Ronny found out I was going, and said he would have invited me earlier, but Cris said not to. I asked Ronny if he was directly invited by Marcio, and he said Yeah. So, I told him to invite whomever he wants and ignore Cris! But it was after the fact, anyway.

I hadn't eaten Saturday, so before leaving I grabbed a Go-Lean bar. I thought of swinging by Burger King, but decided that it was not that healthy, I am trying to lose weight, and there would be food. And, yes, there was food. Brazilian food is also not particularly low fat. The drinks, however, were fabulous. One tasted like strawberry Quick, one was like chocolate milk, and one was kind of cinnamon-y. And, yes, there was booze in them... The mixologist was Andre, a Brazilian dating Brad's white-boy good friend Rick. So, we were hanging out, and Ronny comes up to tell me Junio is coming. With the bf. OK... The bf just kinda hung out in the back corner. Since Brad, Rick, and I were all Brazilian-dating white boys, it would have been a natural option to come talk to us, and Ronny even pointed that out to him, but he just kept to himself. Then Marcel showed up - yummy hotness. Rick said he works with Andre, and it straight. Damn.

Eventually, we head over the club, and once again, I am out on the dance floor surrounded by Brazilians! Their friend Carlos joined up as well. He is very attractive, and a little taller and broad-shouldered than the others, which is kind of what I am more looking for these days. He was mildly flirty with me, now and then, but mostly was off and about. I do not know if he is interested in me, but I would agree to it! Junio was being a little flirty, as well, but had that awkwardness of trying not to do anything to tip his hand in front of the bf. Ronny told me later, tho, that Junio found some guy to make out with in the bathroom...

I was trying more to flirt with Carlos, since Brad had mentioned that Carlos is single and looking. I am more into that than the messed up Junio situation. Rick thought I should just go for Junio anyway. I did point out that if I were to be with someone, I would not want them cheating on me, and I already know Junio is capable of that. Rick said I was thinking too much. Maybe I am. Maybe I should just play around and not worry about anything remotely close to 'long term'.

Dumb dumb

As my friends will tell you, I have a good memory, and an obsessive attention to detail. Today, both of those skipped out on me at an inopportune moment.

I had to go to our other plant on the other side of town this morning for work. I had brought a few things home with me yesterday, so I would have them ready today. Got to that facility, and was gathering up my supplies, and grabbed my pen, headed inside. As I was looking for the Plant Manager there, my hand randomly went to rest at the top of my pants pocket. I noticed it was folded crooked, so I pushed my hand in to straighten it out. Then it dawned on me the pocket was empty. At first, I had the sensation that it shouldn't be empty, but I had to think a bit first to figure out what should be in there. When I realized what it was, my heart sank. You've probably guessed by now, that is the pocket in which I keep my car keys. One little alteration to the routine, and I leave my car keys in the ignition...

I have never locked the keys in my car. Never. Until today... I did, however, manage to come up with a brilliant plan for recovery. I called the building super to have him unlock my front door (hopefully he didn't come inside, cuz it's a bit messy in here right now), and then asked my boss (who is at the Other facility because despite being my boss he is the Operations Manager for an entirely different location) to give me a ride to my house (and back) to pick up the spare car key. Luckily, I only live about a mile and a half from this place, too.

And I am NOT getting old...

New heartthrob

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Seriously...

The other night I had another wonderful dream. He was tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, chestnut brown hair, perfect penis, the whole bit. He was, though, in a serious relationship. I have absolutely no idea why my subconscious mind would make me the home wrecker. But whatever. I imagine if THAT guy in real life approached me, I would also not mind if the real boyfriend was off somewhere being cheated on.
The more interesting revelation came to me while I savoring the memory of the dream during my morning shower. He was a white guy. Not that that is a bad thing, but as I am sure many of you are aware, I do like the dark meat (in chicken, too, I prefer thigh meat to breast). But every time I have a sex dream involving randomly cast non-real hotties, they are always white. If I play around with someone I know in real life, that's different, be it an ex or a desired future. What does it mean that my 'dream' guy is always white, but I am consistently drawn in the waking world to the darker guys, in various shades?

Track record

Dating update (all started on Match):

1) The Brazilian responded to my wink almost immediately, I emailed back, and never heard back from him.

2) The black guy responded to my wink almost immediately, we emailed a couple times, made plans to meet up, I called him that morning, and have never heard back.

3) The Italian winked at me, we wrote back and forth a couple times, I called him, he called me, I called back the next weekend, and have never heard back.

4) The latino guy winked at me, we wrote back and forth a couple times, I wrote that we should meet up, and have never heard back.

In all four cases, the guy seemed very interested at the outset, but suddenly, and quickly, dropped off the face of the planet. The maddening part is that I had not actually met any of them in person. They all gave me the brush off without even having met me yet! As is typical in my life, and consistent with the sea of rejection I've been swimming in lately (job, condo sale, dating, whatever), I just can not get anyone on this entire planet to be interested in me. It's getting a little frustrating...

Almost a bright idea

Just before I awoke on Wednesday, I dreamt that I was visiting my parents, and they were house-hunting again. I made a cute little joke about if they wanted to buy a one-bedroom condo. Then the alarm went off. I immediately thought, Oh my God! IF they still had that chunk of money in the bank from their adventures in real estate (when they moved, it them a while to find the right house), then they could buy my house to get me out the door, and then resell it. The more I thought about it, though, the more I realized it would be better to have them lend me the money and just pay off my own mortgage.

That afternoon at work, we had a little meeting in the CFO's office about "quality office responsibilities." I was hoping that it would amount to them saying they had no interest in making me the quality director, so I could quit and collect unemployment (due to lack of advancement opportunity). Instead they were talking about removing all QC responsibilities from the Quality Manager, which would naturally land at my desk. Not exactly saying I would get a promotion, but close.

When I leave work, I find a voicemail from a company in Tucson looking to schedule a phone interview. (The HR lady pronounces it literally, as in "tuck sun".)

So, I get home, and check my MegaMillions ticket (didn't win a damn thing), and called my parents to see if I could borrow roughly $125,000. Just a normal phone call... Unfortunately, they have since sunk all that money into retirement accounts, and are not able to pull it out. If my condo weren't so non-liquid right now, I'd complain about the lack of liquidity in their assets.

Still no offers on the condo, and no showings on the horizon. We'll see how the interview goes, and whether something big happens at work in the next few days. My bright idea for instant escape, however, did not work out, so I am stuck waiting.