Lovely

After spending two weeks in warm, sunny weather, I returned to the Northeast amid a mild storm. How exciting...

Friday is my appeal hearing for the unemployment. And, while I was away, I missed a notice from the state health program saying they never got my clarification form (back in November I mailed that stupid form in because they couldn't figure out why someone who worked until September would have income in the third quarter). So, now I have to fix that problem, too. May have to go through an "appeal" process, as well. Sigh.

Nauber came over last night. That was nice! To make up for lost time, I'll post another Parade of Hotties entry. Here is a (wait for it...) hot Brazilian! Ramirez Allender.

CHRISTMAS IS COMING

I scrapped the plans to drive out west, though it turns out that I should have just kept up with that idea. The Unemployment office has not yet rescheduled my hearing after their cancellation. I got ahold of someone Monday afternoon, and her response was "Oh that hasn't even been rescheduled, yet!" So, that evening I booked a one-way on Southwest to visit my family for the holidays.

My roomie will be watching the mail, and will let me know when the letter arrives, and what date it says I need to be here for the new hearing date. Then I will jump back on the Southwest website and book the return flight. Unless it takes even LONGER than a couple weeks, in which case I will probably be back anyway.

So, tomorrow I fly out to the parents' place, which means no posting of hot shirtless guys for a couple weeks! For now, have a Merry Christmas, and hope to see you soon! Here's the Caco picture that was discussed in the previous post.

Waiting

Still here in Mass. And it has begun to snow. Big storm forecast for this evening, in fact. And Christmas is just a couple days away, and I still have no idea when I can leave for home. As you can imagine, my mother is not pleased.

Today I will not post a picture, but a photo montage in a YT clip. I was displaying some of my collection, and one of the pics was of Caco Ricci, a famous Brazilian model, so Nauber recognized him. I pulled up the linked website, and looked at some of the attached video clips, and decided to post one of them. The title of the clip itself is just too perfect!

Brazilian Men - The Most Beautiful In The World

Two Scoops

This has been a very Brazilian week. Sunday I got a call from Diego (former "ewwww troll" guy) asking for help. He was going to take the driver's license exam, and couldn't exactly show up driving himself there, and couldn't find anyone else. I said sure. Monday I was at the mall with Nauber, and we stopped at the food court for a morsel. While sitting there sating our hunger, this cute guy walked past, who then did a double take. OMG! It was Marcelo (Mr. I'll Call You Tomorrow)! He is recently single again, having been with a jealous type who stayed home all the time. That's why he fell off the face of the earth for a while. I spent Tuesday driving Diego around. He said we should grab dinner sometime, and invited me along for NYE in NYC. I think it was not intended to be an accepted offer. He said he's been really busy with work, and that's why he's been unavailable. When asked how much he works, he said 45 to 50 hours a week. Ummm, when I was working the club door, I put in that many hours, and I still socialized.

The big (annoying) news, though, is that my appeal hearing with the unemployment office this morning was postponed. We had a nasty ice storm last night, and the hearing office couldn't make it in, so they called this morning to say Not Today. I will apparently receive another notice in the mail. That means I can't leave Tuesday morning for NM now, because I can't miss the hearing, and again do not know when it will be. My mother will NOT be happy to hear this. I may not make it out there before Christmas... My sister is arriving on the 25th. I may end up flying in on the same day (Priceline?).

The pic below will hopefully cheer you up. It's cheering me up a little... His name is Sean Lamont, and he plays rugby. This is from the Dieux du Stade shoot. Check out the comment in the wikipedia entry...

Sandwiches, anyone?

I do not know for certain, but my sensors tell me these two are Brazilian. Not the darkest skin-tone, but the one in back especially looks the part. And the website I found this on routinely features Brazilian guys.

I was at IHOP with Ronny the other day and a really cute guy walked past. He was wearing a bright blue shirt that said "BRASIL" across the front. Ronny said that when I do get down to visit Brazil I will probably just have a heart attack!

Scheduled

I know I missed the Friday post. I should have a good excuse, like out shopping, or spending the day in the arms of a Brazilian. But it's more mundane than that. I was on the computer most of the day (WoW), but just forgot.

However, I must note that on Thanksgiving morning, my free Sirius satellite radio came to an end. Seven months after buying the car, I will now be forced to subscribe if I wish to continue listening. However, $13 a month for one or two stations (I can't stand most of the rest) does not seem worth it - even if I had income!

And, trumpet fan-fare please, I got the letter in the mail from the unemployment office scheduling my hearing date! So, in two weeks I will be pleading with the government employees for money. Wish me luck!

Official

Saturday night I went to the club with Nauber and his best friend Michael. At one point, Nauber made a comment about people always thinking he and Michael are boyfriends because they hang out together so frequently. Michael made a reference to me being the boyfriend, and Nauber replied, "Really?" He was of the opinion that I've never said anything, so how was he to know. I mentioned that I've been referred to as "o namorado de Nauber" more than once, and figured that was his idea. So, long story short, we had a brief "talk" and are now official. I immediately reminded him that I may not be around much longer. He's not sure where he wants to be, anyway, so I guess he's not letting it worry him any.

In addition to all that fun, the other day I was dropping Nauber off at his house. I pulled into the parking lot, and parked in a spot on the end. Nauber noticed a young guy and girl making out behind a shed across the neighboring lot. They were pretty much out of sight of anyone, except for anyone who happened to be in the parking lot that we were in. Next thing you know, we see her drop to her knees and start blowing the guy. After a while of this activity, they appeared to notice they were being watched and stopped, turned toward the wall of the shed they were in front of. Shortly after, though, you see her arm pumping away, so he was back to getting pleasured. Next thing you know we can see her back to her knees, bobbing away. At this point I left, and Nauber went inside. He mentioned it to his roommates, who then went outside 'for a smoke' and watched the rest of the show. According to them, the girl had by this time dropped her drawers and he -uh- was bangin' her against the wall. And they accuse gays of indecency...

Hottie Time

Slurp

I actually have an old pic of my ex Sergio standing on the beach holding a coconut with the top chopped open and a straw sticking out. This is quite common in Brazil, and they all seem to love coconut water. I've tried it, and would rather have the Brazilian...

Feliz Aniversario

It's birthday time again in the land of Brazilians. There seems to be a particularly high percentage of November birthdays. I've been told this is due to the fact that it is nine months after Carnivale (which goes by Mardi Gras down in NOLA). Carnivale is celebrated pretty much nationwide, and is all about dancing, drinking, partying, and -uh- gettin' your groove on. So, they have a lot of November babies!

Friday was Nauber's. He wanted to go shopping, so we went to the outlet mall. He spent a fair chunk of money, the majority of which was at the Calvin Klein store, and a good three pounds of chocolate from Lindt. Saturday we went to the Roxy to dance. Sunday we went to see Madagascar 2; I thought the first one was better, but it's fairly funny. It was also Cris's birthday that day, so we ended up at their house later for cake. (Monday was Sergio's BD, but since he longer speaks to me, that one passed by unmarked.)

Saturday morning I made French Toast, which he said was very good. I also tossed together a banana cream pie. Monday I made pasta for lunch, and these little almond cookie things I picked up from an episode of Paula Deen's cooking show. Everybody likes those! (Except for the few blasphemers out there who don't appreciate the flavor of almond extract.)

Another Hottie already

Well, it was a slow week, not much to report. I mostly sit home and play WoW (WotLK next week!!). But this weekend is Nauber's birthday, so I was busy yesterday, and didn't get a chance to post.

So, here's something to make you need to wipe your lip.

Hot Hot

Aside from being very attractive, I just love the look on his face!

Hospital

I had several people nagging me to go to the doctor to get my 3-week old cough checked out. Monday I went to the hospital that I've been told most of the - uh - undocumented residents go for their health problems. I was one of very few native English speakers. Lots of Latino, Brazilian, and Armenian.

I now have an application in for MassHealth FreeCare. I need to go back with my birth certificate. My friends told me AFTER the fact that I should have brought my passport along. (What US citizen ever thinks of needing that to go somewhere here in the US?) I have to go back anyway for them to "read" the tuberculosis skin test. Since I was overseas, they figured they should double check. So far, it looks every so slightly bruised, and that's all, so I think that's a negative. I hear positives are blatantly obvious!

But the doctor listened to my symptoms and said it sounded exactly like Mycoplasma Pneumonia, and gave me an antibiotic prescription, stronger than the penicillin I had for the strep. I should be feeling well again by Thursday she said.

And I got home that afternoon to find the bill from the Melbourne ER in my mail. After exchange rates are taken into account, it should be all of about $75. The one here would be way more than that if I end up having to pay for it.

How could you Not?

I admit I have an addiction. Brazilian just seems to match what turns me on.

Hong Kong

October First, I boarded a flight to Chicago, then connected to Hong Kong. That flight was about 15.5 hours in a coach-class window seat next to an older Chinese man who felt his elbows needed more space than allotted by the airline. I spent most of the time curled up against the window, trying to ignore him.

Customs was a lot easier than I expected. Then followed Phil's directions to get to his place. Train to subway to department store to apartment building. The worst part was wandering around the subway station trying to find the customer service desk because the HK$10 and $20 bills I had were too large for the single-ride machines, and too small for the card-issuing machines. I got to the department store, and was a little unsure about the directions, but sure enough, go through the toy department, and there was the door to the apartment building. Hong Kong is a mall. A series of interconnected malls, actually. As Phil said, it's possible to live in HK and never actually go outside. By now it is about 7:30 on the Second. We ended up at an Outback for dinner. It's a mall, so the choices are surprisingly mall-like.

Friday, the Third, I was kind of tired from the time-shift, so I lay around while he was at work. We met up with this kid from Boston that another friend had put me in touch with, but we ended up at a sports-bar, and the only food available was appetizers. I had coconut shrimp.

Saturday I had a sore throat. Sunday I was miserable, and said I had strep and needed antibiotics. Monday, ditto. And the coughing started. Phil was of the opinion that penicillin was available OTC in HK, but apparently not at the chain drugstores.

Tuesday we flew to Melbourne. Phil had booked us on business class for the Australia trip. I have to say, flying is such a different experience in the expensive seats! Almost pleasant! Our hotel was not far from the hospital, so the first thing I did was head to the ER. I had strep, and was given penicillin. They said they'd mail me the bill. I managed to drag myself to eat a couple times, and went to one museum, but mostly stayed in bed taking medicines and feeling miserable. Then the hiccups started, and continued to jerk me around for two days. I was SO uncomfortable I wanted to just die.

Friday, the Tenth, we flew to Sydney. Great downtown location. I mostly lay in bed feeling miserable. Dragged myself to go eat a couple times. Monday I was starting to feel a little better, so we took a trip out to a wildlife park. I figured, if I'm going to only see ONE thing in Australia, it should be the unique wildlife. They let some of the animals wander loose.




The little girl in pink was some random kid whose parents seemed unconcerned that she was wandering around completely unattended. We were waiting for the ostrich to get annoyed and bite her, but it never did. They also let you pet the koala bears. You can't hold them, but you can pet them.



On Tuesday, we headed back to HK. Wednesday we took the train ride up to the top of Victoria Peak. Guess what. It's a mall. They built a mall at the top of the mountain from which you can look at the city below. Thursday we took a guided bus tour of Macau. Like HK, it's a colony that was returned to China a few years ago. But Macau was Portuguese, not British, so all the signs and names are listed in Chinese and in Portuguese. The tour was a little hokey, and some of the historical sites seem a little forced, but it was a fun diversion. This is the remains of some famous church that was blown up my mistake in the late 1800's.



And this is a Portuguese family was saw at the museum. I think the boys were boyfriends, but Phil thinks they're just brothers. Who goes on family museum trips at that age?



And on Friday, the Seventeenth, we packed up to head back. I realized that morning that I could not find my cellphone. The last I had used it was in Sydney, so Phil ended up calling the hotel to see if they had it and could ship it back. The strep seemed to have subsided, but the cough was still going strong.

When I landed, Phil's friend Dan picked me up, and brought me over to Daemian's house. He had been watching my car for me. Since I was without cellphone, though, and he was not home, it took about 45 minutes to get ahold of him. I ended up calling his work (he had left for the day already) and asked his boss to relay a message for me. Losing a cellphone is a huge pain, since I no longer know anybody's phone numbers from memory. Drove home, and picked up some Mucinex. It seems to be helping, but the cough has not gone away. My roommate had bronchitis while I was gone. I hope I hadn't picked that up, too. I don't seem nearly sick enough for that to be the case, but as of today (10/23) I am still coughing.

Mind you, I lost my health insurance on 9/5/08 when I quit my job. Six years of weekly premiums, and I did not sick once (other than self-medicating a couple minor colds), and a month after leaving, I fall apart.

My unemployment claim get rejected, because the claims lady called me that Wednesday I was in HK, and I didn't call her back. (I didn't check messaged until after I was back home, and had missed her imposed deadline.) So, now it's going to have to churn through the appeals hearing process. I may run out of money. Which will make signing up for health insurance difficult. Which will make this nagging cough a serious problem. And thanks to recent MA state laws, may screw up my tax returns for the 2008 tax year.

Return from Other Side

Well, I am back in the US. Didn't have as nice of a time as I would have hoped. Caught strep throat on the way over, and left my cellphone in Sydney. So, spent a lot of time lying in bed feeling miserable. And we'll see how much the bill is for the Australian ER visit.

I will post a bit more detail, with maybe a pic or two, later, but for now, I'll like to resume the Hotties on Parade feature!

Namorado?

It was actually a pretty quiet weekend. Spent a fairly decent amount of time with Nauber, though. He seems fully smitten. There's a definite "dating" vibe, though neither of us has declared anything specific. I think the 2.5 weeks in China might be preventing him from getting too intense right now.

We're looking at adding a side trip to Australia within the trip to Hong Kong. That should prove fun! I need to remember to prep the camera...

This afternoon (Monday) my unemployment status page has changed slightly. It still says it is processing, but the available balance has a dollar amount in it, instead of zero. I guess that means I am approved. Income is good!

Feeling Better

I had a cold this week. Spent a lot of time sleeping it off. Also spent a fair amount of time with Nauber. He seems to falling into BF-land. He mentioned Thursday that he wanted to be with me when he first saw me that Sunday night (3 weeks ago).

They always say you will find something when you stop looking. I've been completely honest about my plans to leave, so I haven't been leading him on, or anything like that.

And I found a pair of blue underwear under the bed. I've spoken to Nauber since, so he would have said something. It must have been the Brazilian from last Friday. It's kind of funny; he left in such a hurry, he didn't even look for his underwear.

Charter stole Project Runway!

So, I have not had my own TV since I moved out at the end of August. That means on Wednesdays I have been going over to Ronny's so we can watch our weekly Project Runway fix. Tonight I get to Ronny's place, and he says there's something wrong with the TV - it's showing the wrong channel.

Instead of fierce fabulousness, we were subjected so some "TruTV" show about morons acting stupid on camera. Ronny wanted me to reset the channel programming. I knew that wouldn't help, but did it anyway. Meanwhile, pulled up Charter's listing online, and it still showed Bravo. When it came back, we put on the TV Guide channel (so THAT's what that channel is for!!), and no Bravo. Googled it, and found a number of people posting complaints about the recent 'channel changes' bumping Bravo into the higher cost tier.

So, now I have to call my friend with full digital cable and DVR, and ask him to save the show for us so we can watch it. I was going to ask him anyway, while I am in HK, but now we have to track down the "lost" episode from tonight, too! One more reason Charter sucks!

Return of the Dinner Party

Years ago, when I first moved here and lived with Russell, he threw dinner parties all the time. He hadn't had one for quite a while. The dark ages (i.e. Vanessa) were fairly hostile, so he avoided bringing guests into the house. But he's reached the enlightenment (well, Christine), so set up plans to have a dinner party again on Saturday. With all of my stuff packed away, it was hard to contribute, and I wasn't really around much, anyway.

Thursday night I went to the club. Visited for a while with various people. Got home around 2am. Slept in Friday, just kinda goofed off all day. Ended up at the club again with Nish. Luther showed up, as well. There was a hunky guy standing against the wall. Lots of people there were going up to talk to him, which usually dissuades me from trying, but the 'competition' was not that good, so I gave it a shot. He turned out to be Brazilian. (Even Nish was surprised, so stop judging me...) Nice guy, seemed a little awkward. Well, I ended up winning. We got in his truck, and he drove me to my car, then followed me home. There was a baby seat in the back seat of the truck, which I asked about. He has a kid here. So, he's bi, and/or confused. But he grabbed my ass and said he wanted to F*** me. Yippee!! Then he grabbed my hand and put it in his crotch. He was ready, already! He asked if liked 'em big. Yippee!! Turned out to be a little bit wham-bam-thankyou-ma'am. And had more resistance to kissing than the straight guy from Labor Day weekend. Which means I wasn't as Appreciative as I really wanted to be. He finished off, though. Went to sleep for maybe 30 minutes. Then we went round 2. I nearly made it, but again, a couple kisses would have helped me out. He finished off, again. Then went home. I asked for his number. He took mine instead. I am assuming he won't ever call. I don't exactly want to date him, but would love playing with that again! I won't drink that time, which may help, too.

Saturday morning got up early and went over to Brad's house. Rick and Joe were there, and we played Arkham Horror again. Screwed up the first time, so scrapped it and started over. Did much better the second time around, but I had to leave about 4 to get back home for the dinner party, so they finished without me. Cris was at Russell's house cleaning (he hired him to do a monthly clean), and Ronny came over as my guest. When he finished, Russell invited him to stay for dinner, and he said sure. The new downstairs tenant came, with his girlfriend, and her sister. Brian and Irma came. Russell's friends Moe and Moe's wife (I can't remember her name) came from Boston, as well. Moe is South African, and kinda cute.

Cris quickly took charge of the grill, and they put me in charge of pina coladas, which were a big hit. Russell had picked up Malibu instead of regular rum, so they were not that strong, but very tasty. I picked the olives out of my salad, so someone commented incredulously that they couldn't believe someone would not like olives. Brian chimed in that he doesn't like olives, either. Moe responded with "Well, you just haven't tried MY olives!" I couldn't help but laugh, which triggered a serious round of laughter around the whole table. Moe got a little embarrassed and admitted he walked right into that one. Russell commented that he needs to "know his audience", which I don't think he caught. Later Irma tried to convince us that she is taller than I am, so we ended up back-to-back. Somehow, Moe got caught up in it, too, and next thing I know he grabs my hand, and is back-to-back with me. Not that I minded.

Later, they switched to margaritas. I declined. Said I don't drink tequila, after a bad experience. Moe asked "how ugly was she?" I said "Not that kind of experience; I just got drunk." He never clued in, apparently.

Then Ronny, Cris, and I headed back to Brad and Cris's to watch a movie. "Shelter" Gay coming of age story. Not bad. The sister was despicable, but that happens. Brad and Cris were both getting tired, so they went to sleep, and Ronny headed home. Nish called from the club, so I headed down there. Chatted with hotdog guy for a bit. Nish was dancing with cute black guy, Reggie. At the end of the evening, they convinced me to come along to an after-party. Sokun was there with a big bowl full of sex-on-the-beach. And a stack of straws. I got home about 4am.

At 10am, Ronny called to go get breakfast. Cris came along, and we went to IHOP. Stopped in at Taco Bell, but no Nauber, so I called him. He said he told me he doesn't work TB on weekends. So, we made plans to meet up later that night when he finished his other job. When I picked him up, his allergies were pretty bad, and he was quite apologetic. He also had a full tray of fudge brownies for me. We went back to my place, and made him some tea. He spent the night. In the middle of the night, we started gettin' busy. I made a mess on him, and then we went back to sleep. In the morning, we finished what had started earlier. This time we both got off, but he of course was able to throw his away, while I just made another mess on him.

He's not as impressively endowed as the one from Friday, but he loves to kiss, and has that aura about him that gets me going. He also told me that Sunday afternoon he was talking with his mother back in Brazil, and he told her about me. That kind of confirms the 'relationshippy' tendency. Not that I mind, but I did clearly state that I plan to leave MA in a couple months. Ronny of course is hoping I fall in love and decide to stay in MA for at least 2 more years. I told him not to count it.

Gym Time

When I was working, I went to the gym in the evenings. When I stopped working, I went in the morning. There is this rather hot skinny-muscular black guy that works out in his underwear in the mornings. The past few times I went in the early afternoon. There is a younger stunningly handsome hottie there in the afternoons. The best way I can describe him is to picture Chris Evans as a pro baseball player.

I can't seem to find any pics at the gym in my collection, so here's a random hottie:

Why Republicans Keep Winning

Have you ever had a religious discussion with a seriously devout believer? After you finally stopped banging your head on the wall, you realized that your lucid logical arguments do you no good when the believer simply classifies them as the words of the devil and digs in his heels.

Turns out, Republicans get more convinced of their beliefs the more proof you have that they are wrong. In other words, damned if you do, damned if you don't.

Time Off

The annoying thing about having a job is that you have to be there. Which makes going on vacation somewhat of a hassle.
But I am no longer encumbered by the requirement to show up at someone's business every week day. I am going on a 2-week trip to Hong Kong, compliments of my friend Phil's abundant frequent flier miles!!
Just had to get that out!!

Viadinho

Having had the whole week off from work, I was trying to find people who were also available for hanging out during the day. Manny claimed to have off this past week, and works nights anyway. But he didn't call until Friday afternoon, and had to work that night.

I finally heard back from Nauber on Friday, he wanted to make plans for that evening. Started as 6pm, but then he said 7 would be better. Ended up being 8:30. Had dinner, chilled for a while, then went to the club. Danced a while, visited with some friends, then came back to my place. Russell was home, but upstairs asleep. We went to bed, but woke up a couple hours later to have "dessert". I tried to time the bathroom trips for after Russell left (he was going for a bike ride), but he changed his mind, so we had to keep Nauber inside the bathroom for a little while longer than necessary.

Nauber made a comment about how the number 24 is 'gay' in Brazil. I asked how on earth a number could be chosen as a gay term. He said it derived from a popular game played back in Brazil that assigns different numbers to different animals. The number 24 was assigned to the 'viado' which is commonly used as a gay slur. He couldn't remember the English translation, though.

Then I took him home. Showered. Met up with Ronny, drove around shopping. He needed some stuff to send his sister in Brazil, so we were at Circuit City, Target, Chinese buffet, Goodwill, a local Goodwill facsimile, and Home Depot. There was this hot latino at Circuit City and Target with his girlfriend. We also ended up seeing him again at Home Depot, but by this time he had ditched the girl. I asked Ronny about the 'viado' thing, and he totally knew what Nauber was talking about. He couldn't remember the translation either, but did manage to reference "Bambi", which brings us to the answer of 'deer'. The friendlier version is 'viadinho' (little deer), but they apparently size the term against the size of the person. A big, hefty homo would likewise get the term 'viadao' (big deer). Put a little ~ over the letter a.

I dropped Ronny off at home and met up with Nish at the club. It had been Pride here in town, but I missed the 'events' during the day. We left right away, and just hung out for a while. We met up later with his friends Lalit and Neil, and their friend visiting from NH, Ray. Stopped in at the dive bar for a drink, met up with Manny, then headed over to the club again. Lots of people were there. We actually had a lot of fun. Brad and Cris were there, and Brad had taken a happy pill, so was actually dancing as well. Ronny showed up, and introduced us to the 'doctor' he's been seeing. Not impressed. Luther was there, and was trying his best to hook up with Manny. I was being flirty and making myself known, but leaving it at a less aggressive level. Hotdog guy was there, so I got to say hello. Luther bought me a hotdog, so I didn't get a freebie from Danny himself. I was friendly and chatty, but avoided direct flirtation entirely. Diego showed up, too. He's apparently back together with his ex, which would also explain why I never heard back from him.

Nauber had left for the cape with his friend Michael, so I talked to him briefly on the phone, but he was not around.

Sunday I picked up Ronny and Cris, and met up with Nish and Manny for breakfast. The when and where turned into a big dramatic soap opera, but we ended up at 5 & Diner. Denny's was out of coffee, so we ditched there. The 'viadinho' term came up again, and Nish asked why you would call someone a deer. Cris tried demonstrating the light bounding steps (with his fingers, on the table) that brought on the original connection. It seems to make more sense if you say gazelle instead of deer.

I dropped the 'zilians back at Ronny's, so those two could go bum around and do more shopping. I headed over to Manny's to hang out with him and Nish. Spent the day relaxing, watching TV, and drinking wine. I get the feeling he wants to be just friends, so I again skipped all the flirting. He mentioned a trip to Puerto Rico, so I volunteered to accompany him. We'll see if this ever goes anywhere.

Relaxed

I have discovered this week that my natural timer is apparently 10 hours of sleep. That could explain why the chronic 6.5 to 7 hours I was getting never felt like enough.

The claim is in, but I have not heard a decision on the unemployment. They said they are behind and it will take some time for them to get to processing my claim.

Still have plenty of money in the bank, but I'd like to know for sure about the income status before jumping into anything. I was invited to visit China this month. The $1200 airfare would be a definite NO if I have no money coming into the account.

Maybe I just need to find myself a sugar-daddy and be done with it...

Party-time

Friday night we had a little party at Brad's house to celebrate my release. A decent number of people showed up. Mostly friends I know through Brad. MY friends were still uninterested in coming over. I picked up a bunch of munchies and soda. I had dumped off all of my left-over booze back when I was moving out. There's still a fair amount of booze left, and a ton of soda remaining (a number of people brought their own beer), but I scored a hit on the food. Just enough to keep everyone happy without piles of left-overs.

A bunch of us went to the club after, and danced. Diego showed up, apologized briefly for missing the party, then ran off to chat with the friend he always spends the whole time with whenever he is there. They seemed to be arguing, and then disappeared. Not much exciting happened, and I just went home.

I spent Saturday at Brad's house. His friend Rick came over and we tried out a new game: Arkham Horror. A lot of fun, a little tricky to get right the first time through, and fairly complicated. We spent about 8 hours on it; it says playable in 3, and we lost. Next time will work better.

Sunday night I went to the club again. Mostly for the sake of going out on a Sunday night. Because I don't have to go to work anymore!! Right after I got there, I saw these two guys come in. One was older dorky white guy, the other was a hot dark-skinned cutie. They knew Todd, the new doorman, who was there hanging out as well, so I got to meet them. The stripper twins were there, with little 18 year old girls they were trying to hook up with. Why they came to the gay club we're not sure. Even Nate was not sure why he was there. But friendly as always. I made the pitch to hook up, but he ignored it. Jody (bartender) also showed up to hang out; we chatted for a bit. Later on, I ended up flirting with the dark-skinned cutie. He's Brazilian. We made out. Technically, it was right in front of Eddie. I felt bad, but not enough to stop. So, Eddie and Jody kept throwing things at me (ice, lime slices...) and calling out that I've got Scabies. Aren't friends nice to have?? His name is Nauber, and his English is pretty good. He didn't have to be at work until 4pm, so I was trying to get him to come over. His friend had driven, but he lives in town, so I'd have been able to take him back. The friend seemed to be trying to get him to go home with me, too. At the end of the night, he said he was going to talk with Todd for a while, but we were both parked next to each other, so Nauber and I should chat a while at my car, and he'd meet up with shortly. By 2:45, everyone was long gone, so we figured the friend had left him there. Nauber was mostly concerned about his bag which was still in the friend's car (which did turn out to be parked right next to me). But by that time he was too tired, so we went to my place.

Tried to sleep for a while. I think he dozed off several times, but I didn't actually sleep any. After a while, I ended up triggering some activity. Thankfully, he was a top. We washed up and went back to sleep. This time I was actually able to fall asleep. Eventually drifted awake, and ended up going for round two. Would have been about 5 or 6 hours later, but I managed to make quite a mess. I even commented how unusual it is for me to succeed twice in short succession. He's got a nice body, dark tone, cute face, and triggers that desire switch in me that - uh - literally keeps me up at night!

Took a shower, and drove him home. He lives like all of a mile and a half away. He said he will be home by 10:30, and I should call him tonight. Seems a little eager, but right now I have his number, and he doesn't have mine, so it may just be that insecure feeling about not having an option of your own.

So far, going out on Sunday nights has been way more successful than months and months of Friday and Saturday nights. Who knew...

Escape

Today was my last day at work!

Last week I became homeless, now I'm unemployed, as well. I plan to file for unemployment benefits next week. And Russell's letting me stay at his place pretty cheap.

Tonight is my "escape from hell" party. Hopefully a couple people show up! Diego said he would. If there is a prospect of hot Brazilian action, I may not drink as much...

Odd Weekend

First off, I finished packing up my entire life and left the keys behind on Thursday night, about 10pm. Stopped in at the bar for a drink. Had to work in the morning, so didn't drink much, or stay too long.

Friday night ended up at the club with Ronny and Cris. But they left early. I did walk them out, then went back inside. It was about 1am. Bumped into Luther. He was upset about last weekend. Keniah apparently said something about our conversation, and he figured I passed on hooking up with him because I "chose Keniah's side". Well, it took until about 4am to calm him down and get him to stay friends.

Saturday was a slow day. Made a few phone calls to people far away to fill them in on details. Like Mom. She hadn't heard from me in a while, and I knew she was curious. The internet was out, and there is no TV/cable here, so it was a little bit of work to make through a whole day by myself.

Sunday met up with Ronny, Brad and Cris, and Rick. Went to Old Sturbridge Village. Met up with Dave and Al. Al, remember, is also known as Psycho Ex. Whatever. We successfully ignored each other all day. Brad got us all in for free (WGBH "family free day") so we didn't have to pay the $20 admission, which made the ridiculously expensive lunch prices less aggravating. In all, it was a nice day. The weather was gorgeous, the one guy stationed as the cobbler was super cute, and we had a great time with friends.

Then I stopped in at Ronny's and we watched Transporter 1 and 2. Jason Statham is SO hot. After the movies, I headed over to the club. Labor Day weekend, so they had a big party. Decent crowd. I accidentally only brought $4, so did not tip as well as usual. Saw a hunky latino, ended up talking with him for quite a while. He is closeted, usually prefers girls, goes to gay bars every once in a while, and usually tries to pick up a pretty drag queen. Claimed to only top, needs straight porn on in the background to be with a guy, does not dance or anything with guys at a club, and doesn't kiss guys at all. When I asked if I was 'girly' enough for him, he kind of wandered off.

Bumped into Diego. He apologized for not calling. Said he was coming to my Quitting the Job from Hell party this Friday. Asked why I didn't invite him (Cris told him). I reminded him he never called me back...

Saw Luther and Keniah. They seemed to be arguing every time I saw them, so I waved hello when I had a chance on the dance floor.

All of a sudden Latino guy grabs me, and sits down on the couch. I sit next to him. He was not having any luck with any of the women there (I told him). He asked to go back to my place. I said sure. He has issues, but who doesn't! He leaned in and gave me a kiss. With tongue! I was rather surprised (re: not kissing guys and not doing ANYTHING in public) so didn't kiss back appropriately.

We go back to 'my' place. He brings in this straight porno. I tell him I won't watch it with him. We start doing whatever, and it very quickly progresses to condom on, bend me over. I am not turned on at this point. I need a little more romantic attention first. He seems to be enjoying himself, though, and seems to climax, so we stop. He asked if I came, and I said no. He puts his boxers on, and we go to sleep. I had my hand on his thigh, and at one point it drifted down into his crotch. When I drift awake, I feel some heft under my hand, so start rubbing, and move under the boxers. This gets me going. Soon we are jerking each other. Next thing I know, he grabs another condom and puts it on ME. Hops on (way too easily for a straight guy) and seems to be totally enjoying it. As his audio cues start to progress, it sends me higher, as well, so I - uh - rearrange. I am NOT a top, so I needed to take my own matters into my own hands. So, we basically JO balls-to-balls, then go in the bathroom to wipe up. As I'm coming out of the bathroom, he has his jeans on and asks if it's OK if he stays on the couch. Uhhh, I suppose. A little while later it starts to make me nervous to him 'loose' in my friend's house, somewhat unattended. I ask if he'd rather come to the bed, which would be more comfortable. Kinda spoon up, and he asks to put the porno back on. Uhhh OK. I was really just trying to sleep, but whatever. Well, he got all excited again. I said I couldn't do it again so soon, so he just rubbered up and got himself off again. Whatever...

He then asks to take a shower. Then says he really should go home (half hour drive or so). But we end up sitting at the dining table talking for a while. He has a lot of family and religious guilt weighing him down. I did what I could to help out. Before he left, he emptied out his pockets and said "see, I am not stealing anything"! I thought that was kind of sweet. Doubt I'll ever hook up with him again. It was too wham-bam-thank ya ma'am for me. But that's what straight guys do, so it wasn't really a surprise. And he wanted to bottom. Worst of both worlds. If I'm gonna hook up with a speedy straight guy, he should at least have the decency to be a damn top!

Outage

Turns out the router died on Thursday evening, so I was without internet all weekend. I apologize to the two people who read this for the delay. I will do the missing Friday Parade of hotties post now, and get to the usual Monday installment of weekend drama as soon as possible on Tuesday.

a quick laugh

If you connect to the Davey Wavey link in the list to the right, you will end up at a fun little blog by a cute little gay boy. The other day he posted the following video in order to ask THE big question. It is rather funny, so check it out.

Rental

Friday night I had my second attempt at inviting all my friends over. Nish came, and brought Manny along. It was difficult to be flirty to Manny in front of Nish. And Manny has not called, otherwise. Then Luther showed up. Nish bought two little kitchen items. The other two bought NOTHING. But they drank up some of my booze that needs to go...

Nish and Manny headed out to go to the townie bar. Luther stayed a bit longer. We visited for a little while. Ended up making out in front of the TV (i.e. on the rug). Then we decided to head to the club. Nish had called to say he was heading over there, and Luther said his ex would be there, too. A bit of awkwardness with Keniah. He came up to me later and specifically asked if I'd had sex with Luther, and asked me to not do it again. After a bit of conversation, I said that was fine. He apparently thought we'd been messing around for a lot longer than we had, which explains the attitude that night on the dance floor.

I danced with Ronny and Cris. Cris said he was trying to get a hold of Diego, but he wasn't answering the phone. I thought it odd that he would point that out to me, so I asked if Diego was with a boyfriend still. Cris said no, not now. Ronny flirted with the new door guy, Todd, who has a hubby. He was also interested in the new bartender, Peter. Peter is very cute. Ronny wondered aloud if Peter was a top, so I called him over and said Ronny wanted to know if he was a top. Ronny got very embarrassed, and Peter dodged the question. I followed up later, and he claims to be vers. The new shotboy, Steven, was trying to get me buy a shot, but I didn't.

Saturday met up with Brad, Rick, and Joe and Jen to play some games all afternoon. When we finished, I stopped in at the club again. Nish was there, dancing with some random guy he had flirted with (while Drunk) the night before. Diego came in, by himself, and met up with some friends, but I managed to say hi and ended up hanging out with him for a bit. I went for broke, and invited him over. I even mentioned it was the last night I'd be at my place. But, he said he had to work early in the morning, and needed to go home to sleep. He did, however, give me his phone number and said I should come over to his place sometime. As we parted (with a side-kiss), I said - in Portuguese - that I had the hots for him. He got a surprised look on his face, which I assumed was because of the (well practiced) expression I had uttered in well pronounced Brazilian Portuguese. But he looked a little surprised, and said, "Me??" I said of course ("Claro").

Danielle had stopped me at the front desk when I had first gotten there to tell me that she saw my condo for rent on Craigslist. She recognized the pictures, and said it was going for $700/mo. I was very surprised that he hasn't closed yet, and was already posting it up for rent. At about half of what I would have charged, were I to rent it out. She was very excited at the opportunity, because she liked my place. I thought it would be a great idea, too, because I could just leave all my stuff behind. I wouldn't have to pack up and haul away all that junk, and she'd get a ton of free stuff. We both win!

Sunday I met Ronny for breakfast at IHOP. He told me that last weekend, after they all left my place, Diego was asking him about me. He claimed to be interested and thought I was very cute. I mentioned the condo being for rent, and Ronny wanted it. Then he went home to get a truck. The guy from the yard sale day showed up with a friend and a van, and took the futon and the chair away. Joe and Jen came over and took the last of the stuff they had bought. I mentioned the Craigslist posting again, and Joe said he'd take it, too.

Later, Danielle called. She had gotten a hold of the guy posting the ad. He said he and his wife loved the place, but had to move to Africa, so were renting it out. The friend that was supposed to show it and manage the rental was in Spain at the time, so she would have to send him the rent money, and he'd mail her the keys. Apparently, MY condo is the pictorial bait in an online scam! That's kinda scary, but at the same time, rather flattering.

Ronny came back with this adorable Latino kid named Miguel that he works with, who was helping him move. Ronny was flirting with him the whole time. At one point, he tells me that Miguel has an 8" dick. I ask how on earth he knows that. He simply says they work together. Right. Like that's what -I- talk about at work... He did modify that to say that Miguel's girlfriend is one of his good friends, so she had told him, and that Miguel would freak out if he found out that she had told Ronny. We moved the bed and the bookcase, then Ronny and I met up with Brad and Cris at Coldstone for ice cream. His other friend Rick was there, too. We went back to Rick's after to hang out for a while. Andre was still at work, so he didn't get to see any of us, but he's quite anti-social, anyway.

So, we shall if anything ever comes of talking to Diego. I think that would be a great send-off as I leave New England for the other end of the country...

Inching Closer

More discussions this week at work. I did agree to two more weeks, so right now 9/5/08 is my last day. They won't be prepared...

Tonight is the second chance to get rid of all my stuff. Hopefully a bunch of it goes. Or at least a couple people show up. I got a couple 'definite' responses, but that doesn't necessarily mean anything.

Sunday my bed is going away, so I called Russell, and he's OK with me moving in that day, so I will be out of here soon. Plan to take a couple days next week to finish emptying it out and cleaning it up a bit.

Once that's done, it will be Labor Day weekend. Not sure what my plans will be, but a short week at work after that, and then I'm free! I plan to hit the gym obsessively while I am unemployed. This is my goal (see below). As in I want to be hot enough to hook up with him, not necessarily be him.

Empty room

Friday night I did not go to work. Went to bed at a reasonable hour, and woke up Saturday morning at a reasonable hour. Got the place ready for my open house / moving sale. The craigslist post drew a few people right at 2pm. They bought a bunch of stuff, and most of the furniture was taken care of. Then I sat here bored until about 6, when Ronny came over. He was followed shortly by Cris, with a 'friend' that Ronny thought I'd like. Well, turns out to have been Diego (Mr. ewwww-troll)! He liked my place, and was very friendly and sweet, and bought a bunch of stuff, including the rest of the large furniture pieces. Then Brad came over, just as the Brazilians were all leaving. Ronny had a date, and Cris was taking Diego back home with his new furniture.

Brad was upset, because he'd been sitting at home waiting for Cris to come home so that they could come over. When he finally broke down and called, Cris was at my place. The usual, in other words.

But other than those three friends, and a random hottie, none of my 40-some friends who were invited bothered showing up. It kind of pisses me off. The last few parties I tried to throw, nobody came to, but I thought maybe the threat of never seeing me again, coupled with the chance to buy dirt cheap stuff would lure at least a COUPLE of the bastards over. Wrong... I need to have a round 2 just to clear more of the clutter. Maybe one or two of the selfish bitches will come over!

Sunday I installed my new smoke detectors and the CO sensors, so I can pass the state mandated fire safety inspection. Total rip-off. Then met up with Brad and Cris and saw Mama Mia! We enjoyed it a lot. Along the lines of Hairspray, it's just fun and exuberant.

Sale!

I posted on Craigslist that I am having a moving sale. It says 8/16 in the headline, and "Saturday, August 16, 2008" in the post. I had 2 missed calls and a voicemail today from some guy here for the moving sale. It is currently Friday, August 15.

He's probably all angry that the post was a fraud, 'cuz I didn't answer the door. Why are there so many stupid people in the world??

Of course, if I ALREADY have people trying to come buy my stuff, maybe that means the sale will go well tomorrow!!

And speaking of "everything must go"...

Ponder

Friday night was my last night at the club. Daemian came into town, supposedly to celebrate, so we had dinner at Block5 first. Excellent, as always.

I brought in pumpkin cheesecake for after we closed. Made a whole one just for Eddie. Leave with a good impression!

Otherwise, spent the weekend hanging out with friends. Fairly laid-back. Sent out the notice on my Moving Sale to all my (local) friends. Plan to post it on Craigslist this week, too.

Spent some time pondering what to suggest as my new job description if I were to rescind my resignation. The options are theoretically unlimited, but it did have an "Engineering Department" slant to it, and that would not necessarily provide me much org chart ladder climbing, either. The head of that dept. is more obstinate than anyone else there, so on a certain level, it would be climbing down a rung from supervisor to staff.

I wish this were easier...

Surprising

I turned in my notice at work, today. Did NOT go as expected. At the end of the day, the owner asked me to stop by. I was expecting a "well, sorry to see you go" but he asked me what kind of position I would want if I could create my own. I said I was rather surprised, and caught off guard. He said they did appreciate what I had to contribute. It's a shame that nobody gets anywhere at that company without threatening to quit as the means of advancement. I said I'd think about it over the weekend.

In the spirit of slightly shocking surprises, I thought this guy looked quite stunned:

Lowballing

Thursday morning I got a message that I received an offer on my condo. It was $30k below asking. So we countered. Friday I started thinking of life after quitting my job. It was happy! I had to remind myself it wasn't happening, yet.

I got an email at work saying that the new guy is going to be the next Quality Manager, but it still leaves 'opportunity' for me. Great. I'm working on getting the details worked out on just how they are screwing me over - preferably in writing - but my boss will be on a fishing trip until Wednesday.

I had dinner that night with Russell. Mentioned what was in the works. He offered to let me stay at his place after (if) everything happens. At this point, I'm looking at signing Purchase and Sale this week, turning in my notice, and putting together an unemployment claim. Lack of advancement opportunity... In which case I can list Russell's place as my address, and hang out for a while, as I figure out where I am going and what I am doing.

Friday night was pretty dull at work, except for one grumpy drunk straight guy we wouldn't let in. Seth stopped by to say hi. He looked really good. Nish stopped in; minor update on Denison; he's being a rube, but Nish isn't helping. (Despite the conversation I had with Nish on 7/4 about why I thought Denison was being a moron, when Dension asked Nish on 7/5 why I was 'avoiding him', Nish's reply was "I don't know"!) I left fairly quickly after we closed, though. Ran home, took a nap, then picked Russell up at 4:30am to take him to the airport. Got back home, slept a few hours, then headed over to my friend Rick's place to play some games with a few friends. After that, headed over by Brad and Cris (with Ronny). Watched a movie (Naked Boys Singing! - it's actually a lot of fun, and pretty good), then headed towards the club. I dropped Ronny off at home, though, 'cuz he has to work Sundays, yet. He quit his part-time job, so my last weekend at the club is also his last weekend at the hotel.

There were a ton of Brazilians there that night, so I was dancing all night. One hot new one was trying to garner all the attention, but looked a little uncomfortable at the same time, and was staring at the girls. This summer's version of Shirtless Confused Brazilian, I guess. (He did take his shirt off toward the end of the night.) When I went up to the bar to order a drink, Joe said the guy at the other end bought mine. He was older and pasty, flabby, NOT my type. I did say Hi and Thank You. Some other guy interrupted to say hi to me and give me a hug. Not sure who it was, but drink-buyer made a dismissive comment about "twinks not knowing any better". I wasn't sure what he was talking about, since he was basically doing the exact same thing. So I went to dance with my friends. I'm hoping that being around cute Brazilians all night tipped him off. Diego was there, without boyfriend, but with a new young guy that was kind of all over him. Diego danced with me a little bit, too. There was a hunky 40ish white guy there that I thought was hot, too, but he was obviously there with his boyfriend. (Oddly enough, the BF was black, but I didn't care for him...) Barry was there, too (a cute guy I see now and then, and even bumped into at Providence Pride). I chatted briefly with him, but he seemed avoidant after that. The one queeny Brazilian that likes to hang all over me was there, too. I tried pushing him off gently again. Seemed to work. Hotdog guy was not there, but Brad mentioned he's invited HD guy to game nights. Interesting...

As we were leaving, the queeny one trapped me on the sidewalk. Invited himself over. I said no thank you. I actually was really tired (see airport run from earlier), but wouldn't have wanted him to come over anyway. Not my type... Turns out he's not Brazilian, though. Didn't say what he IS, but doesn't matter. He tried to come over "just to cuddle" when I said I just needed to sleep. I turned him down. He got offended. Whatever.

Sunday, spent 2.5 hours on the phone with Daemian. Also ran to the grocery store. Saw Banana Twinkies. Had to try them. I like them better than normal Twinkies - which is probably a bad thing. I got a call from my agent. The buyer agreed to my 'final offer', so I'm basically breaking even, but will be moving on with my life soon. Or at least quitting my soul-sucking job. Met up with Brad online, and played WoW for a while. I went to bed with thoughts of unemployment claims dancing in my head. And being rather excited about the possibility.

So far, Monday has offered up nothing useful at work. I got more paperwork underway on the P&S agreement for the condo. I have to be out by the 29th. I can't turn my 2-weeks in at work until at least Wednesday, which sucks. I would have loved to have had the conversation today about what the 'plans' are and storm off in a huff. Soon, though. "All good things come to those who wait."

The End is Coming!

I turned in my notice at the club. Two more Friday nights, and then it's back to doin' whatever I want. Which, of course, will probably end up meaning sitting home alone watching TV... But maybe I'll meet this guy:

WTF

Friday afternoon I got a message that I had another showing at 9:30 Saturday morning. Crap. I hate getting up early on weekends. So, cleaned the place up a little (was doing laundry already, anyway), then headed off to work.

Patrick was decorating (Christmas in July theme), and Eddie was getting ready. Ron came in about 8:45. We did not realize at the time, but he unlocked the front door on his way in. So before we were ready, some guy wandered in, and said the Pride Committee was coming in at 9. Quick call to Tim, and yeah he knew but didn't mention. He said to let them in free. We also had a camera crew coming down for the show Split Ends on the Style network. In other words, it was a little crazy. Gays, drag queens, camera crews, and two drunk co-owners, while the staff is wearing santa or elf hats, and I'm handing out little plastic red or green leis. Hotdog guy said hi, asked if I wanted anything. But otherwise, no cuties, no luck. I was getting up early, anyway, so I just rushed home after we closed.

In the morning, I headed off to the gym. At one point, I came up to a red light. I was taking a right, so I started to check for traffic, and was about to start turning, when Mr. Impatient McFucktard behind me starts honking his horn. I take the right, which leads into a rotary. The exit out of the rotary happened to have a crosswalk across it, which was occupied by a mother with her infant child. I stopped. Impatient McFucktard was apparently taking the same street, and started honking at me for stopping. There was a baby stroller RIGHT in front my car at that exact point in time. As I turned to give him a withering WTF look, some guy in another car waiting to take that street out of the rotary saw what was happening and starting bitching out Impatient McFucktard. He went to a lot of trouble to pass me right after we got going, but then drove really slow, so I ended up passing him. Then I get to the gym, and get on an elliptical, and this woman, we'll call her DAFC (dumb-a$$ fu*&ing c...), gets on one of the exercycles. Mind you the entire row of exercycles is empty, but she gets on the one right smack dab in front of the industrial fan they have to help circulate the air during the summer. Then decides it's too breezy, and turns off the fan. This was enough to earn the DAFC label, but then she did less than 5 minutes on the cycle, and left. Did not bother to turn back on the fan. DAFC!!

That afternoon I stopped at the mall in town to pick up the Amelie soundtrack for Jim; on Wednesday, at his birthday dinner, one of the songs from that soundtrack played over the soundsystem. It was a French-themed restaurant, so it made sense. He liked the song, but did not know it, and had not heard of the movie. I thought it would be a very nice gesture. Well, the record store went out of business, and BestBuy has crap for CD selections. Take a walk through the CD area, then wander over to the DVD area. You'll immediately notice the anemic CD levels. So, they did not have it. I tried World, and Soundtrack, and New Age. Couldn't find anything by the guy. And they wonder why Amazon was so successful. Type in Amelie, and Poof there it is!

Picked up Ronny later, we headed over by Brad. Cris was at his sister's, so just the three of us went to dinner, then watched Boy Culture at Brad's house. There were two REALLY cute guys at the chinese buffet place. Brad guessed Armenian. Ronny mentioned that Junior left. Is already back home in Brazil. Just up and left, without telling anyone. After the movie, Brad went to bed, and I dropped Ronny at home so he could go to sleep. I headed over to the club. Nobody cute, so I chatted with Danielle all night, and wandered over to flirt with hotdog guy for a bit. The trailer trash hotdog people are still playing the little turf war game, so our HD guy is further down the street. I noticed he has added "Danny's B-I-G pickle" to the menu, so had to make innuendo about having some of that. He made a reference to being distracted by boobs, so I backed off a little bit. Bi or not, once they start talking breasts, that means they're not in THAT mood. Maybe another night...

Sunday I called Denison. Left a message; breezy and friendly; let's meet up sometime. We'll see if he ever calls back. Called Luther to see if he'd want to grab dinner or watch a movie. Talked to Ronny again, asked if he wanted to come over and catch up on Project Runway. He said he had plans but would call after dinner. He never called. I did get a text from Luther's phone: "Fuck off". I had a feeling it was Keniah. Ended up watching TV all night. Nobody ever called back. Saw Unbreakable on SciFi (not bad). And Picture Perfect on Style (ending pissed me off). It wasn't a bad movie until the final scene. It is a romcom, so there's nothing surprising at all at any point, but the fact that Jennifer Aniston's character RUINED some poor woman's wedding went completely unnoticed; if I were that bride, I'd have Killed her on the spot, not applauded.

Monday morning I emailed Luther at work. I was 99% sure the text was from his ex, but on the 1% chance it was from Luther, I decided to make it somewhat generic. "I got your text. Not sure why you would be so angry. Hope it was a misunderstanding." He wrote back that he had no idea what I was talking about, followed shortly by another email saying he checked his phone, and NO that was not written by him. Suggested we meet up this week for dinner sometime.

Revert

On the off chance you've been waiting for my Parade selections to darken up a bit, I have the perfect photo. I found this pic this week, and this guy looks EXACTLY like the hottie I was cruising (with Chris's help) at the Boatslip back on the 4th of July weekend. Exactly. Like, may be even the same sunglasses.

Random invite

As you may recall, the other day Narinn left his keys in my car (and his belt, apparently - I didn't ask why he took his belt of in my car). This past weekend they went on a camping trip, so I told him to call when they got back. He called Monday night as they were driving home, and asked when I was coming down to Providence. I suggested Wednesday night. He said sure. I said I'd call when I got home from work Wednesday afternoon.

Wednesday afternoon, I got home from work, and gave Narinn a call. He was on his way home, and asked if I was still coming over that night. I said yes. He asked what I had planned. I said I didn't really have anything specific planned. He said it was Jim's (his BF) BDay, and they were meeting up with some friends, and then going to dinner. I was kind of like, ohhhh, uhhh, ok. He then asked if I wanted to come along. I said I didn't want to intrude. He said that was nonsense, it was just a bunch of friends having drinks and going to dinner. I said OK.

Drove down to Providence, the traffic on 95 was awful, so I was a few minutes later than expected. Ring the doorbell (holding the housekey in my hand...). Narinn eventually comes and opens the door. They had been napping. It was 5:30. They were supposed to be at the friend's place at 6. I come in, Narinn parks me in front of the TV, and then goes upstairs to get ready. About 6, Jim comes down and says Narinn's not ready yet, but he (as guest of honor) really should head over, and asks if that's OK if I wait there for Narinn and head over with him when he's ready. I said sure. Jim left. Shortly after that, Narinn comes downstairs in a cute little black pair of underwear and asks me to rub the vitamin E oil on his back. (I believe that makes the 4th time I've applied E to him, and I've only known him 2 months.) Then he gets dressed, and we head over. The party was at Rebecca's house, so I knew the host already. That made me feel more comfortable. Jim's best friend John was there already. Those four had been the ones on the camping trip last weekend. Rebecca's Argentinian girlfriend Mara was there, as well. Then Jim's friend Elizabeth showed up. That was it. A rather tight-knit group that had a fair amount of history together. But they were so nice and I didn't feel awkward at all.

We went to Louie Fuller for dinner. The food was less than expected. The framboise was good, some dishes were way oversauced, and the pasta was underdone, the risotto overdone. Not as special as they were promising. At one point, Jim put his hands on my shoulders and thanked me for coming. That was sweet. I had been feeling a teensy bit like an interloper, but that made me feel better. After dinner we headed back to Rebecca's and John brought out a strawberry cheesecake that he had made. They all raved, but it was a little too powerbar-ish for my tastes. Yes, yes, I realize there is a definite connection between me being the fattie in the room, and them eating desserts that taste like the box. (Well, that may be slightly unfair, since it was made from scratch.)

We nestled in on the couch for a while, and Jim and I even intertwined a bit. Rebecca started to as well, then decided she didn't know me well enough, and pulled away. That's OK, Jim's cuter! Narinn started to suggest going out. None of them were interested, and I would have if I hadn't had to be at work in the morning. Rebecca left Thursday for a week vacation, and Jim and Narinn are leaving Saturday for a week, as well. They all just got back from a 5-day trip this past Monday. I SO need a new job.

John at one point asked how I met Narinn. It's rather surprising how quickly I've entered their world. I'm glad I got a chance to spend time with Jim, too. I am looking forward to more fun weekends in the future thanks to them!

Blog link

So, the other manhunt guy sent me a link to the blog he thought I was writing. It is not me. I should be so lucky!! It is a fun blog, though, so I'll pass along the link.

Davey Wavey

Close to Home

Well, none of the Manhunt people showed up Friday night. The hotdog guy wan't there, either.

Saturday I met up with Eddie, and we went to see Hellboy 2. Not recommended - wait for DVD. The creatures were quite elaborate, but it was one of those movies where every exciting scene made it into the preview trailer.

Then we grabbed a quick dinner and headed back to see Journey to the Center of the Earth - in 3D! That one I liked. Fun. The 3D was cool, even if they did a couple blatant "ooohh, aahhhhh" shots.

Headed over to Brad's house after, with Ronny. We hung out for a while there. Andre is back from Brazil, and was telling some stories about the clubs in Rio. Naked go-go boys, and bathhouse area, and hotties for rent. To the locals, it's very expensive, but for dollars, it works out to a night at Epic at the Roxy. Then I headed over to the club. Brad and Cris joined me there. Danced a little, drank a little, visited a little. Bumped into Luther and Keniah. Said hi. Luther had on a shirt that said "Let's Makeout" in a 70's style rainbow font. I said I liked the shirt (because I want to makeout with him), and he said he liked me. A while later, we ended up dancing for a little bit. Keniah joined. Seemed fine. Then Luther left the dancefloor. Keniah followed, but turned to me as he walked away, flipped me off with both hands and uttered "Fuck you"! I was not exactly sure why... They left very very soon after that. Whatever.

The "I fantasize about you" guy was there. He said hi. Not my type. The hottie Lebanese guy was there, too. I said hi, but he was too shy or something to come talk to me. 'Rico' was there, too. I said hi, but he wasn't terribly responsive.

Visited with Brad. He was chatting with Diego (former Ewww-troll guy). He was friendly, and even would brush against me or put his hand on my shoulder. I met his boyfriend (also Brazilian). They left. Brad and Cris left soon after. I decided I may as well go home, too. It was about 1:30. I said goodnight to Eddie, then headed toward the door. Saw Luther come back in. I said something about him dropping off Keniah, and he said something about 'his trick taking him home'. He wouldn't kiss because he had "hotdog breath", but he hadn't eaten one. He apparently got in a fight with Keniah, bought a hotdog, took a bite, chewed it up, and spit it all over him. He said the fight was because Keniah had hooked up with someone. I asked why he cared, if they were broken up. He said it was because he hooked up with Joe (the friend I've known most of the while I've lived here, who introduced me to Luther and Keniah). I laughed. He asked why I laughed. I said because Joe is married. He was not aware of that tidbit. He then decided to cause trouble (both Joe and his hubby were on duty that night) and went over to talk to Joe, muttering something along the lines of 'you don't cross ME'. I decided to head over and chat with Danielle while that went on.

At the end of the night, I caught back up with him, and I decided to offer to let him come over to my place. He said sure. Then asked about a top. I said we could check manhunt when we got to my place. We walked in the door, and I turned the computer on, then went to pee. He then went to pee. When he came out of the bathroom, we started making out in the hallway, then on the hallway floor. After about 25 minutes, we went the extra 15 feet to the bed. Never ended up opening manhunt. We spent the entire night messing around for a while, then sleeping a bit, then messing around, the sleeping, then messing around, etc. Whenever I would mention in the past that I liked him, he would respond with "what would we do?" because we are both bottoms. Well, let's just say I figured out some things to do, and he liked. He really liked. After 69'ing for a while, he said "woah, THAT was different" and I said "yeah, I've never done it that way before either" but it worked!! At one point he said "why have we waited so long to do this?" I stopped and looked at him. He gave that "yea I know" smile, and I reminded him that he kept turning me down. He was kind enough to leave 'marks' behind that were low enough on the neck to be covered by any shirt.

I dropped him off at his car, then went to Target and the grocery store. Brad called, so I headed over to his house, and a couple of us met up and played some games. We took a break to go see the afternoon showing of Batman, Dark Knight. It is very good, and the Joker is superbly done. If it hadn't been for all the media attention, I would not have even recognized Heath Ledger in there, but he did an excellent job. Of course, the scene where he comments how pretty Rachel is (played now by Maggie Gyllenhal), all I could think was "well, you slept with her brother..." (Relax, relax, it's just a Brokeback Mountain reference.)

Possibility

If you recall, a long time ago, I bumped into a little hottie from Boston at the club, and I joined Manhunt as a means to contact him. That failed miserably, but I have maintained a passing interest in the site. Mostly, I log in, check messages, and log back out. Often times, that brief appearance is enough to catch some attention, which will lead to a couple winks or messages, which is why I log in to check messages in the first place. Nothing has happened with anyone from the site. The closest I've gotten in the usual messages-for-a-couple-weeks until the let's-meet-up moment, at which point they disappear never to be heard from again. It happens to me ALL the time. In person, on traditional dating sites, and apparently through hook-up sites, as well. You would think a let's-have-sex-now oriented site would be less prone to the prolonged fruitless work I keep experiencing.

Anyway, this week, I got a message from some guy "you're the door guy at the club, right?" I said yes, and he wrote back that he fantasizes about me "all the time". I wrote back "uhhhhh thanks" and he said he meant it in a good way, not a creepy way. I just did an LOL back, and he said he will say hi tonight at the club. His profile says bottom/vers, and only shows a penis picture, so I am not holding much hope or anticipation. There was also a latino-looking guy who winked at me, and I winked back. He said he's 'gonna get' me at the club. I'm not sure what he's intending, but he looks cute in the profile... Apparently, he recognized me.

I also got a message asking if I'm the guy with the chatty blog. I'm not sure he had the right one in mind, but since I use the same ID on both accounts, it is possible. (Leave a comment, if you are the one who asked!!) He said I must hear that a lot, which implies I have an actual "audience" - probably drawn by the Friday hottie postings. If you are reading this, and have never commented, please feel free to say Hi sometime!

And just to keep you coming back for more, here's the next Hottie on Parade!

Classy

As usual, my weekend started out by sitting at the front door at the club. Cris showed up, Junior came in, and Ronny brought a (female) co-worker. Junior was flirty. Cris was dancing like a madman. The hotdog guy stopped by with a fried dough, and asked if I wanted "a piece of this". I did a little elevator-eyes, and said of course I wanted a piece of that. So he ripped me off a chunk of the fried dough... The rest he gave to Eddie (bartender, and manager on duty) in exchange for a drink. Eddie didn't eat any of the dough, however.

Saturday I had breakfast at IHOP with Ronny. The peach praline pancakes are pretty good! He had to go into work for a couple hours, then we met up again, and headed to Providence. There we met up with Brad and Cris, and Brad's friend from like 15 years ago, Keith. We had dinner at Fire & Ice. My friend Narinn was planning to meet up with us later, and he had mentioned there would be a waterfire that night. Sadly, he was wrong. But there was a music festival, and we had a nice time hanging out down by the river, anyway.

After joining up with Narinn and his friend David, we headed to Alley Cat, then Dark Lady, then Mirabar. (Gay dive bar, drag club, and dance club respectively) Narinn kind of re-hurt his foot, so wasn't dancing much. Keith is what is known as a Rice Queen, and was practically drooling on Narinn all night. Narinn of course took his shirt off at Mirabar, and Keith nearly hyperventilated. Unfortunately, Keith was rather unattractive, and not terribly exciting to be around. But he was trying. I asked Brad if Keith was aware that Narinn is unavailable, and he said No.

Around 1am, Narinn and David mentioned leaving, grabbing a bite to eat, and would meet us (Ronny and me) back at the house. Someone mentioned hanging out, so there was discussion about whether or not Brad/Cris/Keith would visit Narinn's place, too, and whether we were all going to stop for breakfast. In the end, the four of us were heading back (sans diner), and those three were going back into Mirabar. Ronny and I climb into Narinn's back seat (BMW convertible, seats 4), they get in, we are about to head out, and Keith knocks on the window. He asks if we are still doing breakfast. Narinn says no, we're just heading home. Keith kind of invites himself along, and Narinn kind of stammers, and gives in. We squeeze him into the backseat. As we pull away, I see Brad and Cris standing at the street corner, yet. I'm guessing they weren't going back inside. At that point, I felt bad about ditching them, though it was technically Keith that ditched them. I asked him if Brad at least had a copy of the room key for the hotel they were staying at. He said yes. I didn't bother asking how he intended to get back to the hotel himself.

Narinn drops Ronny and me back at my car, then I head over to his house. When we get there, Keith and David are on the porch, so we go inside to drop off our bags. I stop in the kitchen and say hello to Narinn. He's a little weirded out by the whole thing, and was trying to figure out what to serve to eat. Ronny and I were both adamant that he did not need to feed us. He said he felt bad, and I said no need, it was Keith's own fault. We chat for a little while, then David and Narinn both want to go to sleep. Narinn gets David situated, while I call a cab. Narinn did not feel comfortable letting a stranger stay over (Ronny was OK cuz he was with me), and didn't have the room anyway. Narinn lives a couple miles out of the downtown area, so I figured it would be 20 minutes or so for a cab to come. Wrong. It was 45 minutes. Narinn stayed up with him, simply because he wasn't going to leave Keith there unattended, and I stayed with them as well, just to keep Narinn 'safe'. Keith was probably cursing me in his mind, but I knew Narinn appreciated having me there. Keith would have been better off maintaining a little class and dignity that night, though. Narinn did not come away with a good impression.

In the morning, Cris called early to say they were heading home already - Brad wanted to get a lot of yardwork done on Sunday. David headed out, too, because he had things to take care of. Ronny and I got ready, and went to breakfast with Narinn. While I was getting ready, Narinn repeated his bathroom performance I described with Denison the other week. I got in the shower, and he came in the bathroom (clear shower curtain). I was a little uncomfortable, but at the same time, I had this cool comfort of knowing he considered me a friend in a similar manner to someone he has known for years. Breakfast choice #1 didn't pan out due to extensive wait. Breakfast choice #2 had no wait, but for apparent good reason. The food was mediocre to poor. We met up with Rebecca for breakfast, Narinn's "lesbian friend". She was the sporty-dyke type. Lean and tomboyish, ate scrambled egg whites for breakfast, and was taking her bicycle in for repair afterwards. They started making plans - asked if I wanted to come along to Foxwoods casino. I had to take Ronny home that afternoon, because he had a date that evening. I didn't much want to go to a casino at that point, and doubt Narinn really did, either, since he was complaining all night about how little cash he had.

So, we headed home, and they went to the gym, then to rent a movie and chill at her place. As I was getting close to home, Narinn called. He accidentally left his keys in my car. He had a spare house key, but was worried about the car key. His spare for the car didn't work on the door. He called a little later to say he worked on the door for a while, and finally managed to get it open, so he could wait a couple days for me to bring the keys back.

Never heard from Denison this past week. Nish was off hanging out with Manny. I'm guessing it was the Manny we were both interested in. If things go well for them, then he was obviously not my type anyway (top vs bottom). When I talk to Nish, I may gently probe what he knows about Denison's mindset. I still like him, and wish we could still have a little something; if nothing else, at least friends.