In JSA #51, Mordru growled and jumped at Dr. Fate right after Dr. Fate called him a coward. Mordru grabbed Dr. Fate's neck and shouted, "Coward?! I fear nothing, and you are nothing!!" Sure enough, Mordru tried to strangle and absorb Dr. Fate. Nevertheless, Mordru failed to do so, according to the story but if it was up to me, I'd allow Mordru to crush Dr. Fate and conquer everything that the United States fought for.
I'd love to see Mordru kicking Todd Bertuzzi!
who is he? He is a professional hockey player from Vancouver Cancucks who pulled a sucker punch from behind on an opposing player. And tackled him to the ground -- broke his neck and bashed his face.
The next day, Todd brought his wife to the press conference and were reportedly to choke three times as he apologized for hurting Steve Moore. "I did not mean to do it," Todd sobbed. I was like, "Wait a sec, you pulled a sucker punch and tackle on this guy on a purpose to *hurt* him and you did not mean this?"
That was a major turn-off. He is only sorry because he lost his pay for the remainder of the season. It was clever of him to bring his wife to the press conference to "paint" himself as an average person. Oh, god.
somebody please kick that GW Bush in the ass? GW Bush complained that President Clinton was using White House for his "friends" to sleep over. Republicans reacted incessantly for weeks. Now Bush did it 270 times with different people and where are the Republicans? Hiding and acting like it's OK for the Republicans to have that but not the Democrats. GW Bush is one stupid fella. There is no way in Heavens or Hell that I will call him as the President of my country.
Beth is coming to Gotham City tomorrow evening -- then we will drag her throughout the island and by time she is done with the city, her vision of what the world should be will be shattered.
Web helped me out by highlighted my hairdo -- in few days, I will make sure to cut the hairdo to look like Dan Dickau, a hottie from Portland Trailblazers BUT too bad, he's a Christian. Not a good sign.
Ahh, The Simpsons is coming on -- I gotta watch it! It is a great "family values" that many Christians should emulate from. They are articulate, smart and funny. Now, the question is: What state is Springfield located in?!
Cheers,
R-
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Sunday, March 07, 2004
Larry Gonick Rocks
It is not often that I complimented a hearing person. But Larry Gonick rocks. His works on "The Cartoon History of the Universe I, II and III" are awesome.
If I was to teach World Civilization at Gallaudet or at a deaf school, this is the book I would require the students to read. It is funny, informative and interesting. How often do you get to learn that a certain persons would behead their heads off in order to rally their soldiers before the battle started? Well, it *did* happen in China. Stuff like that could make students see that religion plays a pivotal role in wars.
Last week at work was so hectic and dramatic. I hope this week will be much better.
I think I'll ring that guy down the street for a quickie or something.
I went out last Friday to a movie with Boris, Joe, Web and Sarah. The French film, that is. You know how French folks are. They eat people, snails and dont shave their armpits or legs. And in this film, you get to see a brother fucking a sister. What else is new with French?
After that, we went to Deaf Professional Happy Hour -- nothing exciting except that I saw a familiar face from college. It was nice time to chat a little then went home. I stayed home on Saturday and Sunday. I was good boy. Really, I was.
Cheers,
R-
If I was to teach World Civilization at Gallaudet or at a deaf school, this is the book I would require the students to read. It is funny, informative and interesting. How often do you get to learn that a certain persons would behead their heads off in order to rally their soldiers before the battle started? Well, it *did* happen in China. Stuff like that could make students see that religion plays a pivotal role in wars.
Last week at work was so hectic and dramatic. I hope this week will be much better.
I think I'll ring that guy down the street for a quickie or something.
I went out last Friday to a movie with Boris, Joe, Web and Sarah. The French film, that is. You know how French folks are. They eat people, snails and dont shave their armpits or legs. And in this film, you get to see a brother fucking a sister. What else is new with French?
After that, we went to Deaf Professional Happy Hour -- nothing exciting except that I saw a familiar face from college. It was nice time to chat a little then went home. I stayed home on Saturday and Sunday. I was good boy. Really, I was.
Cheers,
R-
Monday, March 01, 2004
Just An Ordinary Weekend
Chlms paged me last week that my actions transcended the meaning of shock value and my actions elevated myself separate from the term. Well, well, well ... truer words were never spoken, my dear!
Last Saturday night, I was IMmed by a straight guy who has a dilemma. His girlfriend pestered him to have a threesome (again), but this time it is 2-guys, 1-gal arrangement. He was scared, nervous and unsure. He wanted to experience to see if he could maintain an erection and enjoy the romp with a guy. And he discovered that I am in the area, it is to save time and bullshit. I was skeptical but he proved it to me nevertheless. He came over. He was such a charming fella with a nice wood. He was worried that he couldn't have an erection. But after 5 minutes of massage, he sported an angry boner that demands the full attention of mine.
It was fun. He said, "No kisses, no romantic stuff, just teach me." I complied but he abolished these rules as he pulled me to make out and grind him out. It was fun. Now he can do the threesome to fulfill his girlfirend's fantasies.
On Sunday night, I was off the track for two hours on the subway because a deranged man caused a series of explosions on the subway rails that paralyzed A, C, E, F, D and G trains (I use F, A, C often). That deranged man was caught as soon as he emerged out of these tunnels but I had to scramble to get another train to Manhattan to meet Mikey and Walter.
We met at SBNY, and had a boring time. So we decided to take advantage of open bar at The Park sponsored by Jon McGovern's infamous "Gay Pimp" stuff. Little did I know that Corey, my dah-lin' DJ at The Hole and The Cock is a friend of Jon. The Park is gorgeous place but I was sitting by a door that doesn't shut properly -- so when someone opens the door, it goes open and I'm freezing my ass off. Mikey and I had to close, close, close and close the fucking door. Then people come in and out and in and out and in and out. We decided to throw limes and ices at them if they did not close. At one point, Mikey threw the whole cup of mixed drink at someone but too bad, his aim is awful. ;-)
Later, I watched the Oscars and Jon was sitting not far from me and I cracked a line that the winners of Oscars should bang their trophies on whatmacallit in front of the audience to see if it's real trophy. Jon broke into laughter. Nice fella.
Boom! The door upstairs opened, Corey had to work. Of course, I get free drinks as always. Gotta love Corey. Guess who was next to me and chatted briefly with me, Mikey and Walter? His name is none other than Boy George.
Oh, lord. Hold yourselves! I also have to say something else ... he is not thin. He is ... what I'd say: BIG guy. He was nice but bit dorky.
Shortly, Mikey, Walter and I had an argument with one guy who made fun of Walter and I wrote him a note to scold him but he did not read the note -- instead he put the note into the candle and it ignited a small fire. Then Mikey, in one of his drunken behaviors, snatched this man's alcoholic drink and poured it on this small fire. It exploded into a huge one on the bar as we left the man to scramble and try to douse the fire.
The moral of the story is ... fuck with us, you pay for your sins.
Cheers,
R-
Last Saturday night, I was IMmed by a straight guy who has a dilemma. His girlfriend pestered him to have a threesome (again), but this time it is 2-guys, 1-gal arrangement. He was scared, nervous and unsure. He wanted to experience to see if he could maintain an erection and enjoy the romp with a guy. And he discovered that I am in the area, it is to save time and bullshit. I was skeptical but he proved it to me nevertheless. He came over. He was such a charming fella with a nice wood. He was worried that he couldn't have an erection. But after 5 minutes of massage, he sported an angry boner that demands the full attention of mine.
It was fun. He said, "No kisses, no romantic stuff, just teach me." I complied but he abolished these rules as he pulled me to make out and grind him out. It was fun. Now he can do the threesome to fulfill his girlfirend's fantasies.
On Sunday night, I was off the track for two hours on the subway because a deranged man caused a series of explosions on the subway rails that paralyzed A, C, E, F, D and G trains (I use F, A, C often). That deranged man was caught as soon as he emerged out of these tunnels but I had to scramble to get another train to Manhattan to meet Mikey and Walter.
We met at SBNY, and had a boring time. So we decided to take advantage of open bar at The Park sponsored by Jon McGovern's infamous "Gay Pimp" stuff. Little did I know that Corey, my dah-lin' DJ at The Hole and The Cock is a friend of Jon. The Park is gorgeous place but I was sitting by a door that doesn't shut properly -- so when someone opens the door, it goes open and I'm freezing my ass off. Mikey and I had to close, close, close and close the fucking door. Then people come in and out and in and out and in and out. We decided to throw limes and ices at them if they did not close. At one point, Mikey threw the whole cup of mixed drink at someone but too bad, his aim is awful. ;-)
Later, I watched the Oscars and Jon was sitting not far from me and I cracked a line that the winners of Oscars should bang their trophies on whatmacallit in front of the audience to see if it's real trophy. Jon broke into laughter. Nice fella.
Boom! The door upstairs opened, Corey had to work. Of course, I get free drinks as always. Gotta love Corey. Guess who was next to me and chatted briefly with me, Mikey and Walter? His name is none other than Boy George.
Oh, lord. Hold yourselves! I also have to say something else ... he is not thin. He is ... what I'd say: BIG guy. He was nice but bit dorky.
Shortly, Mikey, Walter and I had an argument with one guy who made fun of Walter and I wrote him a note to scold him but he did not read the note -- instead he put the note into the candle and it ignited a small fire. Then Mikey, in one of his drunken behaviors, snatched this man's alcoholic drink and poured it on this small fire. It exploded into a huge one on the bar as we left the man to scramble and try to douse the fire.
The moral of the story is ... fuck with us, you pay for your sins.
Cheers,
R-
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
Barnes & Noble Booksellers Cannot Afford ... ?
10 months ago, I found out that there would be an appearance by Billy Bean to promote his book about his experiences as a professional baseball player and later, came out of the closet after his retirement. As a gay guy who enjoys sports tremendously -- really, I do! Honest! Ask anyone else who knew me!
However, I called Barnes & Noble Booksellers in downtown DC in the same building where Kevin and Larry worked, in order to request about having an interpreter so I can enjoy the reading and lecture by Billy. When I went to the Barnes & Noble Booksellers on that particular day, there was no interpreter. I was offended. I looked around for Billy Bean. I couldn't recognize him. I asked someone else where he is -- he pointed at him. My eyes nearly popped out -- he's shorty and ... EFFEMINATE! It is as if when he finally came out of the closet, he was able to overcompensate for what he missed during his baseball times.
Either way, I decided not to buy his book and solicit his signature because it would defeat the purpose of teaching him and the store a lesson or two about their discrimination. I made it clear by writing an email to Billy Bean via its official website and trashed him on that subject ... ok, I'll get back to this but now I gotta jump off the subject and talk about something else.
Someone asked me about "The Fuck on Chlms' B'day" -- one gal wanted to know who's who. I care about him. He's genuine, smart and sincere. I'll not use his name since he has a boyfriend who permitted me banging his ass when I feel like hooking up with him. Ah, I think I should make a note that ... he is kinda neighbor, about few blocks down the street. Which is convenient, though.
I want to take a vacation to Bora Bora with a guy I love. But I feel it will not happen, for some reasons. Bora Bora is one of these luxury hotels somewhere in the South Pacific. Why them? You have to check it out somewhere on the Internet.
I wrote an erotic story for the first time and submitted to a website. It got published and featured on a certain website. I already got 16 emails telling me that it was hot and they jerked off to it. I'm flattered, dude. And that story is based on a true story. :-)
Few days ago, Mikey and I chatted at Urge in East Village and one so-so guy came to us and said "ILY" in ASL, he interrupted our conversation. And pegged us with most overused sign in the world. I suddenly stood up and tapped on his shoulder while he stared at me as I flipped him my gorgeous middle finger. He was speechless and confused -- but laughed then asked me why? I told him that I did it for shock value to see his reaction. He was pretty cool with it -- even bought us a round of drinks. Gotta love these men in East Village!!
You know, what scared me the most is our liberal use of words to imitate the ASL signs, like "dodo" -- when we say "What you dodo tonight?", it means "What are you going to do tonight?", right? But if you say "what you dodo tonight?" to a hearing guy? The hearing guy would say, "Why did you ask me about shit?"
Now, back to the original subject about Billy Bean, he wrote me an email yesterday. I was surprised to get his email and when I read it, I was not satisfied with his comments. Here is what he wrote:
Subj:
Date: 2/24/2004 2:05:06 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: xxxxx@xxxxxxxx.xxx
To: Ridor1973@aol.com
Sent from the Internet (Details)
Hello Ricky,
Please understand that I made an appearance in 21 cities on that tour. I had no idea the bookstore did not hire a person to sign for you or others. Most bookstores don't have the budget to provide that service. I certainly am considerate of all potential readers with or without disabilities.
I am sorry you had a bad experience.
I wish you well, and hope you will give the book a chance someday....
sincerely,
billy bean
Billy Bean, are you that stupid? Barnes & Noble Booksellers made a lot of profits in selling merchandises, contract with Starbucks and setting up more and more stores around the country, plus its bn.com are gaining grounds against amazon.com -- you think they do not have the money to get an interpreter?
Kiss my ass, Billy. It took you 10 months to think of a small sentence and yet, hoped that I'll give your book a chance? To coin a phrase from Mark's famous words: SYL to your book and SKSK to your face.
R-
However, I called Barnes & Noble Booksellers in downtown DC in the same building where Kevin and Larry worked, in order to request about having an interpreter so I can enjoy the reading and lecture by Billy. When I went to the Barnes & Noble Booksellers on that particular day, there was no interpreter. I was offended. I looked around for Billy Bean. I couldn't recognize him. I asked someone else where he is -- he pointed at him. My eyes nearly popped out -- he's shorty and ... EFFEMINATE! It is as if when he finally came out of the closet, he was able to overcompensate for what he missed during his baseball times.
Either way, I decided not to buy his book and solicit his signature because it would defeat the purpose of teaching him and the store a lesson or two about their discrimination. I made it clear by writing an email to Billy Bean via its official website and trashed him on that subject ... ok, I'll get back to this but now I gotta jump off the subject and talk about something else.
Someone asked me about "The Fuck on Chlms' B'day" -- one gal wanted to know who's who. I care about him. He's genuine, smart and sincere. I'll not use his name since he has a boyfriend who permitted me banging his ass when I feel like hooking up with him. Ah, I think I should make a note that ... he is kinda neighbor, about few blocks down the street. Which is convenient, though.
I want to take a vacation to Bora Bora with a guy I love. But I feel it will not happen, for some reasons. Bora Bora is one of these luxury hotels somewhere in the South Pacific. Why them? You have to check it out somewhere on the Internet.
I wrote an erotic story for the first time and submitted to a website. It got published and featured on a certain website. I already got 16 emails telling me that it was hot and they jerked off to it. I'm flattered, dude. And that story is based on a true story. :-)
Few days ago, Mikey and I chatted at Urge in East Village and one so-so guy came to us and said "ILY" in ASL, he interrupted our conversation. And pegged us with most overused sign in the world. I suddenly stood up and tapped on his shoulder while he stared at me as I flipped him my gorgeous middle finger. He was speechless and confused -- but laughed then asked me why? I told him that I did it for shock value to see his reaction. He was pretty cool with it -- even bought us a round of drinks. Gotta love these men in East Village!!
You know, what scared me the most is our liberal use of words to imitate the ASL signs, like "dodo" -- when we say "What you dodo tonight?", it means "What are you going to do tonight?", right? But if you say "what you dodo tonight?" to a hearing guy? The hearing guy would say, "Why did you ask me about shit?"
Now, back to the original subject about Billy Bean, he wrote me an email yesterday. I was surprised to get his email and when I read it, I was not satisfied with his comments. Here is what he wrote:
Subj:
Date: 2/24/2004 2:05:06 PM Eastern Standard Time
From: xxxxx@xxxxxxxx.xxx
To: Ridor1973@aol.com
Sent from the Internet (Details)
Hello Ricky,
Please understand that I made an appearance in 21 cities on that tour. I had no idea the bookstore did not hire a person to sign for you or others. Most bookstores don't have the budget to provide that service. I certainly am considerate of all potential readers with or without disabilities.
I am sorry you had a bad experience.
I wish you well, and hope you will give the book a chance someday....
sincerely,
billy bean
Billy Bean, are you that stupid? Barnes & Noble Booksellers made a lot of profits in selling merchandises, contract with Starbucks and setting up more and more stores around the country, plus its bn.com are gaining grounds against amazon.com -- you think they do not have the money to get an interpreter?
Kiss my ass, Billy. It took you 10 months to think of a small sentence and yet, hoped that I'll give your book a chance? To coin a phrase from Mark's famous words: SYL to your book and SKSK to your face.
R-
Saturday, February 21, 2004
Shock Value
That words, Shock Value, define who I am. That is who I am.
Last Thursday night at The Hole, I am not sure if Web and Little Joe saw but Cyn saw it and she shrieked when I did something drastic. Someone threw a lime into the air and it landed in my cup filled with my favorite drink, Cape Cod. I was offended but certainly not upset. I lost the appetite to drink that cup so I tossed the whole cup in the air and let it land on someone else. Not my problem. Cyn was stunned and said, "YOU DID IT! MY GOD! YOU DID IT!!"
My response was, "Me what?"
Cheers,
R-
Last Thursday night at The Hole, I am not sure if Web and Little Joe saw but Cyn saw it and she shrieked when I did something drastic. Someone threw a lime into the air and it landed in my cup filled with my favorite drink, Cape Cod. I was offended but certainly not upset. I lost the appetite to drink that cup so I tossed the whole cup in the air and let it land on someone else. Not my problem. Cyn was stunned and said, "YOU DID IT! MY GOD! YOU DID IT!!"
My response was, "Me what?"
Cheers,
R-
There Was That Old Lady ...
Few years ago at Gallaudet, I was watching a documentary on NBC's Dateline focusing on a woman who runs the Parliament in London. The attention on this woman was bit controversial back then because she instituted a new radical policy not to require the wigs to run the Parliament. Her response was, "I am a woman, must I wear this ridiculous white curly wigs that was passed for many generations?!"
She appeared to be in her 50s or 60s, not thin or fat, but just ordinary British mother. She also instituted a new rule to run the Parliament which both Houses of Commons and Lords approved overwhelmingly. Everyone can insult everyone as long as it is corny and funny. But not degrading. You can crack a joke but not to make fun of one's personality or character. The result is that the meetings at the Parliament becomes lively and emotional outbursts. This led to Tony Blair's domination in the Parliament, though. But I digress.
This lady has a way of using words that is snappy. At one point, she chortled few comments at one member of the Parliament, scolding him for his antics during the meeting then she stood up and said, "Now, the meeting is adjourned. Now go home and say something nice to your friends and family tonight!" The members stood and grinned.
That is what we needed in our judicial, legislative and executive branches. Be serious and at the same time, be human.
I try to do that with my job with my consumers. When my consumer complained to me that he will have a surgery because "they want to check my insides up." I smiled and said, "Yeah, they want to pull it out and keep it for themselves, you cool with it?" That consumer smiled hard and said, "NO NO NO NO! It is mine! It is mine!"
I grinned, "Why not?" He looked at me like I was crazy. Of course I am. Why do you think I work with them? Even live in this city?
Cheers,
R-
She appeared to be in her 50s or 60s, not thin or fat, but just ordinary British mother. She also instituted a new rule to run the Parliament which both Houses of Commons and Lords approved overwhelmingly. Everyone can insult everyone as long as it is corny and funny. But not degrading. You can crack a joke but not to make fun of one's personality or character. The result is that the meetings at the Parliament becomes lively and emotional outbursts. This led to Tony Blair's domination in the Parliament, though. But I digress.
This lady has a way of using words that is snappy. At one point, she chortled few comments at one member of the Parliament, scolding him for his antics during the meeting then she stood up and said, "Now, the meeting is adjourned. Now go home and say something nice to your friends and family tonight!" The members stood and grinned.
That is what we needed in our judicial, legislative and executive branches. Be serious and at the same time, be human.
I try to do that with my job with my consumers. When my consumer complained to me that he will have a surgery because "they want to check my insides up." I smiled and said, "Yeah, they want to pull it out and keep it for themselves, you cool with it?" That consumer smiled hard and said, "NO NO NO NO! It is mine! It is mine!"
I grinned, "Why not?" He looked at me like I was crazy. Of course I am. Why do you think I work with them? Even live in this city?
Cheers,
R-
Monday, February 16, 2004
I love New York. It is difficult to explain except that my sex life has rocketed. It is easy to ask anyone, "I'm horny, anyone willing to help me out?" You'd see no hands raising up in DC or VA. But in NYC, they maul you down if you need someone to get you off.
Last Saturday, let's say ... I got laid on 14th of February -- that is Chlms' birthday and that Valentine's Day thing. My first time to get laid on 14th. Awesome.
Oh, by the way, happy birthday, Chlms! You fakey ho in Arizona!
I went to Kate Breen's palace in West Side for the Goulash Event. Among the participants were: Sarah, Kate, Web, Lil Joe, CMK, K.R. and few others as well -- it was nice and cozy. Got a chance to watch Sex and the City and the Iron-Jawed Angels. Great film. Oh, yeah. Gotta tell you something -- I was amused that Kate and Sarah (who are the Hostesses of the Goulash event, they had to put the drinks, meats or anything that needs to be kept cold -- outside of their windows on the emergecy stairways because their fridge are broken -- suffice to say, we had to bring our sodas and beers back in because the weather (20f) was too cold and these drinks would explode. :-)
Oh, yeah. My roommate moved out! And she left an unused bottle of Nair. I always had been curious about it -- so I brought it to the Goulash Event and had Joe use Nair on my fucking back -- the upper part. And it fell out. Very nice and cool. I think I will use this product to swipe these pesky back hair off the map.
Oh, last Friday night, I went to The Puffin Room to watch Darrin, a guy whom I really liked very much but I dont think he liked me that much -- too bad, though -- he used to be hearing but somehow his hearing gradually declined so I'd classify him as Deaf, despite the fact that he can dance. yeah, he dances for a group at The Puffin Room. Cyn, Alberto and I snickered, snickered and snickered at the 2nd scene of 4 dances. I swear that these dancers from the second scene escaped from some hospital's mental ward.
Shortly, Darrin performed. I was enamored and fascinated with his passion. Then he shocked me -- know what he did? He sat on my laps when he took few minutes' break from the dancing ... I was in the audience, motherfucker. He sat on my lap -- I saw his left hand -- it was penned with some phone numbers -- obviously, some guys hitting on him earlier. I pointed at that. He slapped my hand lightly and said to watch the show. I grinned.
He was sweating, panting and smelt good. You know you read the books, if you smell a guy and liked it instanteously, you knew he is the one for you. Well, I thought he was the one but I'm tired of trying to doing something while he does not do a thing.
Let me describe what Darrin looks like. He is 5'8 or so, brown hair, green eyes maybe, definitely a twink but has a hairy chest (a huge plus for me) and a mellow attitude -- a little of lazy bastard that you'd detect out of Terry, Beth's brother up in Michigan.
But at times, I'm tired of doing all the works. Why can't I be *chased*? It is OK that I ask for a fuck or two -- but it seems to me that finding a boyfriend permanent in a gay world is definitely hard thing to do.
ahh, life sucks but I move on.
Oh, yeah, Tabitha is returning to New York this weekend -- yay.
R-
Last Saturday, let's say ... I got laid on 14th of February -- that is Chlms' birthday and that Valentine's Day thing. My first time to get laid on 14th. Awesome.
Oh, by the way, happy birthday, Chlms! You fakey ho in Arizona!
I went to Kate Breen's palace in West Side for the Goulash Event. Among the participants were: Sarah, Kate, Web, Lil Joe, CMK, K.R. and few others as well -- it was nice and cozy. Got a chance to watch Sex and the City and the Iron-Jawed Angels. Great film. Oh, yeah. Gotta tell you something -- I was amused that Kate and Sarah (who are the Hostesses of the Goulash event, they had to put the drinks, meats or anything that needs to be kept cold -- outside of their windows on the emergecy stairways because their fridge are broken -- suffice to say, we had to bring our sodas and beers back in because the weather (20f) was too cold and these drinks would explode. :-)
Oh, yeah. My roommate moved out! And she left an unused bottle of Nair. I always had been curious about it -- so I brought it to the Goulash Event and had Joe use Nair on my fucking back -- the upper part. And it fell out. Very nice and cool. I think I will use this product to swipe these pesky back hair off the map.
Oh, last Friday night, I went to The Puffin Room to watch Darrin, a guy whom I really liked very much but I dont think he liked me that much -- too bad, though -- he used to be hearing but somehow his hearing gradually declined so I'd classify him as Deaf, despite the fact that he can dance. yeah, he dances for a group at The Puffin Room. Cyn, Alberto and I snickered, snickered and snickered at the 2nd scene of 4 dances. I swear that these dancers from the second scene escaped from some hospital's mental ward.
Shortly, Darrin performed. I was enamored and fascinated with his passion. Then he shocked me -- know what he did? He sat on my laps when he took few minutes' break from the dancing ... I was in the audience, motherfucker. He sat on my lap -- I saw his left hand -- it was penned with some phone numbers -- obviously, some guys hitting on him earlier. I pointed at that. He slapped my hand lightly and said to watch the show. I grinned.
He was sweating, panting and smelt good. You know you read the books, if you smell a guy and liked it instanteously, you knew he is the one for you. Well, I thought he was the one but I'm tired of trying to doing something while he does not do a thing.
Let me describe what Darrin looks like. He is 5'8 or so, brown hair, green eyes maybe, definitely a twink but has a hairy chest (a huge plus for me) and a mellow attitude -- a little of lazy bastard that you'd detect out of Terry, Beth's brother up in Michigan.
But at times, I'm tired of doing all the works. Why can't I be *chased*? It is OK that I ask for a fuck or two -- but it seems to me that finding a boyfriend permanent in a gay world is definitely hard thing to do.
ahh, life sucks but I move on.
Oh, yeah, Tabitha is returning to New York this weekend -- yay.
R-
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