Armistead Maupin has just released book 7 in the Tales of the City series!!
I haven't bought it, yet, but I guarantee I will soon! (I just read about it like 5 minutes ago...)
Also in breaking news, I read an article about the Dyson Airblade. Apparently he's done vacuums, and now is moving on to public hand dryers. I have already used one!
I was at the Providence Place mall over the weekend (on a date, see posting below) and I used the restroom off the food court. There were these odd-looking things mounted on the wall. At first, I thought it looked like something to strap babies in while you're peeing, but it said "Dyson Airblade" on it. It claimed to be a fantabulous new way to dry your hands in a public bathroom! Being fond of fabulosity, I decided to give it a whirl! I was duly impressed. It's basically the same concept as the car wash dryers that blow the water back as you drive through, but it is faster and more fun than the normal blow-dryer style ones.
The article implied that a residential version is under development. At $1500 for a commercial one, I'm not sure I'll get one, but it would be kinda cool!
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Sunday, June 24, 2007
Busy weekend
Friday night I worked at the club. None of my friends were really there, but it was a slow night overall. The sexy older guy I had been hoping to bump into was there, though. But he was with the husband, again. Sigh...
Saturday night was a pretty busy night, and a lot of my friends were there, too. Even psycho ex was there! Not that he even looked at me, which is fine. A number of random cuties were there, as well. Most of them are taken, but still fun to watch. The one available cutie will be known as Shirtless Confused Brazilian. Yes, yes, yes... Somewhat of a girl-chaser ('confused'), always spends the entire night sans shirt knowing fully well that everyone is looking ('shirtless'), and associates with known Brazilians, is dark skinned, and reminds me of Mateus ('Brazilian'). Though I think I would choose Mateus over SCB, I have more opportunity here. He shook my hand and caught my gaze on the way out at the end of the night. Yummmmm.
But the bigger news relates to the Lebanese guy from Tuesday. (In honor of the Brazilian Bottom Boy's "BBB" moniker, we will label this one "LBB"!) We had tentatively agreed to meet up on Sunday. Saturday he called and suggested I come down to his place after work that night, and then we could go to PTown on Sunday. Now, the thought running through my mind was that he was a little nervous about how 'quickly' things progressed on the first date, and here he was suggested a weekend in PTown together as a second date. I ran it past a couple friends, and they agreed it was a little strange.
I was thinking that if any of the cuties wanted to hook up that night, I'd postpone LBB until Sunday, but none of them did. Even SCB didn't propose anything specific.
[sidenote: that iTunes ad just came on again with like sketchbookized Paul McCartney playing a ukelele and singing some overly cutesy song - am I the only one that thinks he looks really creepy, like Michael Jackson creepy, in that ad? And subsequently that I would not be swayed to buy anything that is being pushed in that ad...]
So, in the end, I drove to LBB's house Saturday night. Got there at 3am. We rather quickly ended up in the bedroom. He made a "wanna ride my cock" comment, so I said sure, grab the condoms and lube. As he brings them out, he hands it to me. Uhhhhhh. To make matters worse, the lube was in an "equate" brand tube, and I swear the condom wrapper sounded like paper when he opened it, and felt like a Halloween mask going on. Not going well, but I'm still managing to maintain "interest" in the event. Then he says the four cringe-inducing words to kill any first time experience. Take a guess. Go ahead. You know you've had those situations, too.
He said "make love to me" as I was working on doing something I'm not terribly fond of in the first place (it should be ME not him!). That's quite a buzzkill.
That basically ended the evening's festivities, so I took a shower, and we went to sleep. In the morning, we tried again, but I steered away from the condom situations entirely. (I must say, he had a curved penis that fits PERFECTLY inside a throat when in the 69 position. Who'd have thought!!) I had kind of already committed to hanging out for the day. We had breakfast, went to Providence Place (got a yummy Yankee Candle for half off!!), went to see Fantastic Four (they put in a gratuitous shirtless Chris Evans scene - Thank You!!), hung out for a while, had dinner, then I was getting tired and came home.
He's getting clingy and relationshippy already. I'm going to have to gently end it over the next few days.
Saturday night was a pretty busy night, and a lot of my friends were there, too. Even psycho ex was there! Not that he even looked at me, which is fine. A number of random cuties were there, as well. Most of them are taken, but still fun to watch. The one available cutie will be known as Shirtless Confused Brazilian. Yes, yes, yes... Somewhat of a girl-chaser ('confused'), always spends the entire night sans shirt knowing fully well that everyone is looking ('shirtless'), and associates with known Brazilians, is dark skinned, and reminds me of Mateus ('Brazilian'). Though I think I would choose Mateus over SCB, I have more opportunity here. He shook my hand and caught my gaze on the way out at the end of the night. Yummmmm.
But the bigger news relates to the Lebanese guy from Tuesday. (In honor of the Brazilian Bottom Boy's "BBB" moniker, we will label this one "LBB"!) We had tentatively agreed to meet up on Sunday. Saturday he called and suggested I come down to his place after work that night, and then we could go to PTown on Sunday. Now, the thought running through my mind was that he was a little nervous about how 'quickly' things progressed on the first date, and here he was suggested a weekend in PTown together as a second date. I ran it past a couple friends, and they agreed it was a little strange.
I was thinking that if any of the cuties wanted to hook up that night, I'd postpone LBB until Sunday, but none of them did. Even SCB didn't propose anything specific.
[sidenote: that iTunes ad just came on again with like sketchbookized Paul McCartney playing a ukelele and singing some overly cutesy song - am I the only one that thinks he looks really creepy, like Michael Jackson creepy, in that ad? And subsequently that I would not be swayed to buy anything that is being pushed in that ad...]
So, in the end, I drove to LBB's house Saturday night. Got there at 3am. We rather quickly ended up in the bedroom. He made a "wanna ride my cock" comment, so I said sure, grab the condoms and lube. As he brings them out, he hands it to me. Uhhhhhh. To make matters worse, the lube was in an "equate" brand tube, and I swear the condom wrapper sounded like paper when he opened it, and felt like a Halloween mask going on. Not going well, but I'm still managing to maintain "interest" in the event. Then he says the four cringe-inducing words to kill any first time experience. Take a guess. Go ahead. You know you've had those situations, too.
He said "make love to me" as I was working on doing something I'm not terribly fond of in the first place (it should be ME not him!). That's quite a buzzkill.
That basically ended the evening's festivities, so I took a shower, and we went to sleep. In the morning, we tried again, but I steered away from the condom situations entirely. (I must say, he had a curved penis that fits PERFECTLY inside a throat when in the 69 position. Who'd have thought!!) I had kind of already committed to hanging out for the day. We had breakfast, went to Providence Place (got a yummy Yankee Candle for half off!!), went to see Fantastic Four (they put in a gratuitous shirtless Chris Evans scene - Thank You!!), hung out for a while, had dinner, then I was getting tired and came home.
He's getting clingy and relationshippy already. I'm going to have to gently end it over the next few days.
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Atypical Tuesday
Normally, I go to the gym on Tuesdays. Blah.
Tonight I had a date. Not blah!
His name is Rob, he's in the Providence area, and he agreed to meet up in MA. He said "half-way" but the shopping center we met at is WAY closer to me... It was his suggestion, so who am I to say no!
I thought he was attractive. Somewhat beefy (in the thick biceps way), nice hands, hairy chest, bald head. He is Lebanese, and has been living a straight cover life until rather recently. He has embraced his gayness, but is still somewhat inexperienced. And for those of you keeping track, my attraction to straight guys is usually a bad thing, but in this case, the sensors were tripped but he was still available.
We ended up messing around on my couch, and even got off. He's a good kisser, and was really into me. He was rather worried that since we "hooked up" on the first date, that I wouldn't call him again. I assured him that I would call again. I did have a nice time, and he likes to travel!
Yes, that is ominous music you already hear... I made the - ever hopeful - comment that since he was with a lot of women until recently that I would guess he prefers being a top. He said no. He is a big o' bottom. (It's "BBB" all over again!!) I asked how the sex with women worked. He dodged. He asked if that would be a problem. I said that IF we were to date, then that situation is often what leads others to Open Relationships. He was like "Oh, you want an open relationship?!?" I tried to explain that was NOT what I said.
So, this may get complicated. Why do my attempts at relationships all either end in flames in the first 5 seconds or turn into hydra??
Tonight I had a date. Not blah!
His name is Rob, he's in the Providence area, and he agreed to meet up in MA. He said "half-way" but the shopping center we met at is WAY closer to me... It was his suggestion, so who am I to say no!
I thought he was attractive. Somewhat beefy (in the thick biceps way), nice hands, hairy chest, bald head. He is Lebanese, and has been living a straight cover life until rather recently. He has embraced his gayness, but is still somewhat inexperienced. And for those of you keeping track, my attraction to straight guys is usually a bad thing, but in this case, the sensors were tripped but he was still available.
We ended up messing around on my couch, and even got off. He's a good kisser, and was really into me. He was rather worried that since we "hooked up" on the first date, that I wouldn't call him again. I assured him that I would call again. I did have a nice time, and he likes to travel!
Yes, that is ominous music you already hear... I made the - ever hopeful - comment that since he was with a lot of women until recently that I would guess he prefers being a top. He said no. He is a big o' bottom. (It's "BBB" all over again!!) I asked how the sex with women worked. He dodged. He asked if that would be a problem. I said that IF we were to date, then that situation is often what leads others to Open Relationships. He was like "Oh, you want an open relationship?!?" I tried to explain that was NOT what I said.
So, this may get complicated. Why do my attempts at relationships all either end in flames in the first 5 seconds or turn into hydra??
Monday, June 18, 2007
Hooray
Not much has been going on lately.
The only news is that I stepped on the scale at work today and was very excited to see 165 on the read-out!!
No more muffin tops...
The only news is that I stepped on the scale at work today and was very excited to see 165 on the read-out!!
No more muffin tops...
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
6 9
Well, I suppose I should post SOMETHING about my birthday...
Saturday I turned 33. No big deal, really. I've never had anybody throw me a surprise party for my birthday, or anything grand like that. The two birthdays I had a boyfriend for, neither of them did anything, either. Last year, I even had to make Ronny dinner because he forgot it was my birthday. This year, I ended up taking care of Ronny again...
I had taken the night off from the club, and just put 'out of town'. It was Pride in Boston, but it was raining again. I was over by a friend's house, with a couple people playing games. Brad decided that he wanted to head into Boston that night to go out clubbing. I decided to go along. Eventually we settled on Avalon (normally straight on Sat's, but in honor of Pride, it was gay). After driving to Boston with Brad, Ronny, and Junio (yes, really) we waited in line to get in, but they wouldn't accept Ronny's ID, so we ended up heading back home. We went to the club. Brad was actually happy about it, because Cris met up with us there. Ronny, however, was a mess; all mopey and depressed because he 'ruined our evening'. After about 15 minutes, I finally made him realize that he was still ruining our evening. About 15 seconds after I talked him into joining the fun, he was making out with this guy named Jaime. Whose birthday is this anyway...
Saturday I turned 33. No big deal, really. I've never had anybody throw me a surprise party for my birthday, or anything grand like that. The two birthdays I had a boyfriend for, neither of them did anything, either. Last year, I even had to make Ronny dinner because he forgot it was my birthday. This year, I ended up taking care of Ronny again...
I had taken the night off from the club, and just put 'out of town'. It was Pride in Boston, but it was raining again. I was over by a friend's house, with a couple people playing games. Brad decided that he wanted to head into Boston that night to go out clubbing. I decided to go along. Eventually we settled on Avalon (normally straight on Sat's, but in honor of Pride, it was gay). After driving to Boston with Brad, Ronny, and Junio (yes, really) we waited in line to get in, but they wouldn't accept Ronny's ID, so we ended up heading back home. We went to the club. Brad was actually happy about it, because Cris met up with us there. Ronny, however, was a mess; all mopey and depressed because he 'ruined our evening'. After about 15 minutes, I finally made him realize that he was still ruining our evening. About 15 seconds after I talked him into joining the fun, he was making out with this guy named Jaime. Whose birthday is this anyway...
Monday, June 04, 2007
Lt Col
There was an Air Force Thunderbirds pilot on the Daily Show. He is definitely a hottie!
Kevin Robbins
Kevin Robbins
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Security, part 2
I worked again this weekend. And I got my paycheck for last weekend. $65!! Wuhoo!! But, it's not really about the money. It's about the boys...
So, the real story is (as you would expect) about the Brazilians. But not until Saturday. Friday night was DEAD. Nobody there at all. But the flood light for the smoking patio out back was on the fritz, so we strung yellow and red Christmas lights all around, and set out a light-display palm tree. Everybody liked that WAY better than the motion sensor flood light, anyway.
Saturday night was also pretty slow. I was wandering around, and I saw Carlos (flirty and cute, but flaky and hard to get a committed response out of)there. He asked if I was alone, and I told him I was working there now. He asked if that meant I can't dance, and I said yes. He said that means I can't kiss, either. I quickly pointed out that I definitely can still kiss. So, I asked if he was there alone, and he said he's meeting some friends. Then said, "...Junio...." I pointed out that I know Junio. Then asked if HE can kiss. He got all bashful, and said he'd kiss me later.
Brad and Cris showed up, with my friend Phil, who had come down to Worcester to play board games all afternoon with us. Then Junio and Cristiano came. I asked where Kevin was, and Junio said "He went to bed because he has to work early in the morning, so I am FREE!" And gave me a kind of wink-wink look. But then spent the rest of the night looking sheepish and awkward.
Meanwhile, Carlos wouldn't kiss me, ostensibly because I would get fired if the boss caught me. I tried to explain they wouldn't really care. In fact, they might encourage it... (OH, side note: Friday night, the boss was hitting on me. He was rather intoxicated. I said I thought he was seeing one of the bartenders, and he said, oh they're just friends. Saturday night, I asked someone else about those two, and I was told, surprisedly, that everybody else thought they were together, too. Saturday, the boss apologized for his drunken behavior the night before. I said it didn't bother me at all.)
Later in the evening, I was talking to Carlos again. He asked who I lived with, and I said I live alone. So, he said he'd sleep at my place tonight. I had to hesitate, because Phil was planning to crash at my place. I said a friend was staying over, and he got all indignant looking, so I clarified that he is Just A Friend. I even said he could ask Brad if he wanted to check. So, he ran straight over to Brad and asked him. But he decided not to come over to my house, anyway.
The Brazilians all left right about 2. As they were pushing people toward the door, I went to tell Phil I would be done about quarter after if wanted to just wait outside. He said he would just drive home because he still needed to pack for an early flight on Sunday. So, we said good-night, and I went back to work. But once again, luck was conspiring against me. Carlos didn't come over because Phil would be there, but then Phil decided not to crash, but Carlos had already left, so I didn't get to tell him. He probably wouldn't have come over, anyway.
So, I was all alone again last night. And I never even got the kiss. He did the peck on the cheek. I said, No, on the lips, and he got all bashful and evasive again. What's it gonna take???
So, the real story is (as you would expect) about the Brazilians. But not until Saturday. Friday night was DEAD. Nobody there at all. But the flood light for the smoking patio out back was on the fritz, so we strung yellow and red Christmas lights all around, and set out a light-display palm tree. Everybody liked that WAY better than the motion sensor flood light, anyway.
Saturday night was also pretty slow. I was wandering around, and I saw Carlos (flirty and cute, but flaky and hard to get a committed response out of)there. He asked if I was alone, and I told him I was working there now. He asked if that meant I can't dance, and I said yes. He said that means I can't kiss, either. I quickly pointed out that I definitely can still kiss. So, I asked if he was there alone, and he said he's meeting some friends. Then said, "...Junio...." I pointed out that I know Junio. Then asked if HE can kiss. He got all bashful, and said he'd kiss me later.
Brad and Cris showed up, with my friend Phil, who had come down to Worcester to play board games all afternoon with us. Then Junio and Cristiano came. I asked where Kevin was, and Junio said "He went to bed because he has to work early in the morning, so I am FREE!" And gave me a kind of wink-wink look. But then spent the rest of the night looking sheepish and awkward.
Meanwhile, Carlos wouldn't kiss me, ostensibly because I would get fired if the boss caught me. I tried to explain they wouldn't really care. In fact, they might encourage it... (OH, side note: Friday night, the boss was hitting on me. He was rather intoxicated. I said I thought he was seeing one of the bartenders, and he said, oh they're just friends. Saturday night, I asked someone else about those two, and I was told, surprisedly, that everybody else thought they were together, too. Saturday, the boss apologized for his drunken behavior the night before. I said it didn't bother me at all.)
Later in the evening, I was talking to Carlos again. He asked who I lived with, and I said I live alone. So, he said he'd sleep at my place tonight. I had to hesitate, because Phil was planning to crash at my place. I said a friend was staying over, and he got all indignant looking, so I clarified that he is Just A Friend. I even said he could ask Brad if he wanted to check. So, he ran straight over to Brad and asked him. But he decided not to come over to my house, anyway.
The Brazilians all left right about 2. As they were pushing people toward the door, I went to tell Phil I would be done about quarter after if wanted to just wait outside. He said he would just drive home because he still needed to pack for an early flight on Sunday. So, we said good-night, and I went back to work. But once again, luck was conspiring against me. Carlos didn't come over because Phil would be there, but then Phil decided not to crash, but Carlos had already left, so I didn't get to tell him. He probably wouldn't have come over, anyway.
So, I was all alone again last night. And I never even got the kiss. He did the peck on the cheek. I said, No, on the lips, and he got all bashful and evasive again. What's it gonna take???
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