Doubles

I bought a new computer a couple days ago, kind of on a whim. Nice system, with a glorious monitor. But it has Vista. Turns out MicroSoft abandoned 1394 support in Vista (and simultaneously promotes the MS Easy Transfer system, which requires buying a special cable and software from, who else, MicroSoft). So I am currently (literally, as we speak) working on downloading a driver for the existing port from Dell. Lot harder than it sounds...

To make a long story short, I have not transfered over my porn files, yet. So, I only have a couple new files downloaded. From the very limited files I currently have, this is what I have for this week.

Surprise, surprise

Friday night we had a bad snowstorm, so the club was dead. I didn't want to be there. I was there only because I had to. Most of the staff was told to stay home, but I was register, so I had to be there. We kind of all agreed that they shouldn't have charged cover that night, but that was not my decision. The tally at the front door was 36 people that night.

Saturday was a game night. I made orange creamcicle cake. We played Apples to Apples again. Daemian drooled all over some of the guys there. And we saw some fabulously fun videos, like this one. Daemian said he had off from work at the club that night, too. But I got a text from the owner asking if Daemian was with me. I said yes, we were at a party. He wrote back to say that Vinnie had "no right" to grant him the night off, blah blah blah. I showed it to D, and then was like, well what am I supposed to say to that.

He of course wanted to go there after the game night ended - partly to pick up his paycheck. We walk in, and the owner bitches me out. I shrugged it off, so he found Daemian and bitched him out. Apparently Vinnie got royally reamed over the phone earlier, so it was all good.

Leonardo was there. He was not terribly interactive. I bit the bullet and asked if I'd see him again. He said he was busy. I asked if he'd call, he said he couldn't promise. I asked if I could kiss him, he said he wasn't feeling well. So, that adds up to once again it has ended before it even began.

Sunday morning I turned on my laptop, and there was a glitch in the screen, so I decided to go to BestBuy. Ended up with a desktop with Core2 Quad processor and 22" HD monitor.

So, I will have lots of high tech screen space to check out guys I will never get...

Bear Market

Apparently, I have gotten another request. This one is from Daemian, who prefers them a little more bearish. So, this is probably the most bearish of all the pics I have on file. I am not really into the bear types.

Superduper

Friday night I worked. Decent night. Not obscenely busy, but enough of a crowd to keep me awake. Moderate tips. No fights. Ronny and Junior came in. Ronny was huggy, as usual. Junior was affectionate, too. Even called me "Love" as they were leaving.

Leonardo came in, as well. He apologized for never calling back this past week. Then said something about his plans for the upcoming weekend, and how he wanted to see me again. He mentioned he had a baby shower to go to that ended at 5, and he'd call after that. I do not know which day he said that was.

Went home as quickly as possible, because I had to get up early and go to my crappy day job in the morning. Issues and drama. The women that work there are always at each others' throats. And it drives me nuts. After getting the hell out of there, I came home, pulled my ingredients list for pumpkin cheesecake (I had gotten a specific request), and ran to the store. Made the cheesecake (actually, two), and met up with Russell for dinner.

He's in the midst of major domestic issues. Let's just say when 911 calls, restraining orders, and eviction notices enter a relationship, it's destined for failure... My heart goes out to him. Even as I say "I told you so"! I really do just hope he makes it out of this without her doing something stupid to ruin his future.

Saturday night I went to the club, had some Valentines candy, complements of the bartenders. A little Stoli ras, too. Then I saw Adam. He dragged me onto the dance floor. We had a good time. He was being rather flirty. I pointed out that I am a bottom. He said no problem, he's versatile. Danger alert - last weekend he claimed to be a big ol' bottom. This may end dramatically. But it was fun to dance with him. He does smoke, too, which is a drawback. Heading back in, I saw Junior. I went up to say hello. He pulled me close, put his arm around me, and gave me a kiss. Then mentioned that he had seen me dancing before. In other words, he saw me with Adam, and got jealous. Why can't he just act on it, already!

Leo didn't call on Saturday.

Sunday I met up with Brad and Cris, Nish and Mark for brunch at Block5. Fabulous! We had the cute waiter I like, again. (His name is Jeremy! Imagine that!) They all wanted me to leave my number for him. I didn't have a pen. And I doubt he's gay. Because things like that don't happen in my world. Well, there was the cruise director, the army captain, and the missed opportunity with the gymnast, but generally speaking...

The 'party' that I made the cheesecake for never ended up happening, so I just brought one over to Daemian's house for him to enjoy. I told him to call Miss Kitty to see if she wanted the other one. He went to the club that night. He was asked to come in to help "carry the drag-queen". I went home and went to sleep.

Leo didn't call on Sunday.

Sunday night I had a fun little dream. It was in "Smallville". Clark Kent (it actually was Tom Welling in my dream, but he was actually Superman, so that's why I say it was in Smallville) had a big party at his house. I was there. Having fun. Met this guy Kevin. Really cute. (Imagine Kevin Bacon and Ryan Phillipe had a son who was now modeling for Abercrombie & Fitch.) Next thing I know, I am in Clark's room, with Kevin, AND Clark. And we start making out. And then clothes come off. And we start doing preliminary stuff. Rubbing and licking and sucking and kissing. Three-way kissing is always fun. Even if it's just my imagination... Then things start heading a little south, but just more licking and sucking and fingering at this point. All of a sudden, Clark flips out. See, he and Kevin used to be dating, and then broke up. So, there was tension there to begin with. But apparently Superman does not do anal before marriage, and he started getting nervous when he felt a finger up there. Which he referred to as "Vienna". (Gay History Lesson: before the S&M terms of top and bottom came into popular use, the predominate terms used were french active/passive (oral) and greek active/passive (anal).) So, apparently in my dream world where Superman is gay, he feels the Austrians were into fingering! The next bit of drama is a little hazy, but next thing I know, I'm sitting there consoling Clark, trying to convince him that I thought he was hot, too, and that I wasn't just into Kevin. Imagine Superman having self-esteem issues. Drama!! That of course killed the mood, so I went to get dressed (Clark was already dressed - he could manage that pretty quickly) and couldn't find my clothes. The dream then turned into a standard embarrassment dream where I'm wandering around what appeared to be a Macy's (Superman had a HUGE walk-in closet back in Kansas!) naked, looking for my clothes.

Then I woke up and had to go to work again. Because I didn't win the lotto this week.

Wouldn't it Be Nice

I had a dream a while ago about winning the lotto. The jackpot amount was disclosed, though, so it was a little more specific than usual daydreaming. I have not bought a ticket until now, since this is the first time the jackpot has been in range. Let's see if dreams really do come true!

Similarly, the Parade hunk of the week is named Lucky. Maybe he'll help, too!

Extreme dreams

Monday night I got 'stood up' by Leo. We didn't have specific plans, but he had said he wanted to see me again. I called, no answer, left a message, he never called back. Watched Crash Monday night - by myself. Rather depressing moving. Plus I was in a down mood 'cuz of Leo. So, not a happy night. When I went to bed I tried to think sex thoughts to hopefully inspire a good sex dream. I haven't had one in a while. No such luck...

Tuesday night I had a dream that I was in my bedroom, looking out the window. It was dark in the room, but decent moonlight outside. Suddenly, the door opens, and some guy charges in and lunges at me with a big kitchen knife. I dodged, and he hit the mattress, but he pulled back and was about to lunge again when I woke up. I do not think I have ever woken up so fast. My heart was racing, and my breathing was tight. I did the "just a dream, just a dream" for a few minutes, then went back to sleep.

The next round of dreams were not as scary, but most of it was not memorable. Then, I was dreaming that I was hanging out with Sergio. Not sure where we were, but it was a coastal town with lots of cafes and shoppes in the downtown area. Unfortunately, the streets in the downtown area were all under heavy construction, so there was nowhere to park. We were looking for a parking space, and ended up at the Hyatt. As we were cutting through the lobby, Sergio stopped at the registration desk, and I saw him check in. When he came back over, I asked why he checked in to the hotel. He put his arm around me, pulled me closer, and said, "So we could spend the night together." Then he kissed me.

The alarm clock then decided to go off, so I did not get to see what happened next. But I woke up with major morningwood, so I at least know what my reaction would have been... It put me in a 'mood' again today. I wish I could get over him.

Chances are

Friday night was a strange night at the club. Seth, the straight guy who seems to like me, but spends all night clarifying that he's straight, came in rather early and spent the whole night hanging out with me. Was a little touchy, too, but still got defensive if I made any suggestive remarks.

Some random guy was trying to leave at one point, and Seth was harassing him about me, or something, and it ended up with the guy (Rob) giving me his number. It was obviously not his original idea, so I didn't get too excited. Seth asked if I was going to call him, and I said probably not. He was like, But you totally should, he was nice. I commented that he only gave me his number because Seth was pressuring him into it. Seth's response was basically that he still gave it to me.

Leo was there, too. He said he was busy Saturday, and busy Sunday. I asked if I could see him Monday, or if he'd be busy with Marcelo. He laughed, and said he would not be hanging out with Marcelo. We shall see if I get to see him...

Adam was there, too. About a month ago, I chatted with him on a Sunday evening that I had gone in to the club to see the cabaret show. He said he had gone to call me one day and got some other psycho friend of his. He never actually got my number before - he just thought he had. So, he asked for my number, and I gave it to him. He then declared what a big bottom he his. Ohhh crap. He is a nice guy and all, but I really do need a top.

I kind of took the rest of the weekend easy, so don't have much to report.

Bedroom

I do not have to work tomorrow! It is a temporary reprieve, but I will take it anyway!

In honor of my ability to sleep in Saturday morning, I thought I'd pick a nice bedroom photo for this week's selection.

And, uh, they lost

Yesterday was the SuperBowl. The Patriots were on track for a perfect season, and then seem to have choked, or got bored, or threw the game, or something. The prevailing theory I guess is that Belichik's red sweatshirt jinxed them. But I brought white chocolate cheesecake (with raspberry sauce), jello shots, and Doritos. Which just happened to also be our favorite commercial! The formal, kind of British-y, guy setting out the mousetrap with the Dorito wedge on it, with the Habanera playing in the background. Funny!

Aside from that, the weekend kinda sucked. I worked Friday night (we were DEAD). Worked Saturday morning (hated it!). I worked Saturday night (we were SLAMMED). I need a vacation.

Yeah, that's all I got.

Back to the Usual

Girl Gone Green whined about the face on our Southern gentleman, so I went with face-only, and she whined about wanting to see the body. So, fine, I will return to what would be considered my type. And hopefully this one will satisfy the fussy straight girls of the world, too!

Kisses!!

Well, come to think of it, I think those kisses are meant for him...