Update With The Date -- Sort Of.

Took the subway and bus to Upper East Side to meet a gentleman that I became friends with. When I arrived at his apartment building, I was bit set back by the fact that it is luxury apartment. He lives on 34th floor with the stunning view of Midtown. Truly breathtaking.

Apparently, this person has friends in high places. We chatted about a lot of things and he cooked the dinner for both of us. Very delicious. He was very cordial, sweet and average guy.

I joked that I'd love to have an apartment like this. He said that he could check with his friends about it. I was bit flabbergasted and said that he does not have to. He smiled and shrugged me off.

We talked about this, that and there. He said he will check with his friends about getting me a job with better pay. That is one shitty thing about New York -- you have to have friends in high places to survive. You have to balance who you are as Deaf person and work with ... them out there.

But I was humbled when he said he wanted the best for me. He did not have to do that, but he wanted to. Truly nice man. After 3 hours of chatting and bullshitting, I departed.

I'm telling you guys, the luxury apartment where he lives makes me feel so inferior. Standing next to a dog in the elevator is something I'm not used to. Was afraid that it'd go berserk and bite me. Or piss on me.

I'd love to live in that building. If you throw a stone, it'll land in Central Park, figuratively.

Yes, I'd give anything to have an apartment like that.

Cheers,

R-

A Date For Tonight -- Sort of.

Wish me luck.

R-

Last Night

Went with Jenny to The Iguana Restaurant -- there I get to socialize with CMK, CK, Regan and the visitor in Frazier. CMK organized the last-minute gathering which was very nice. Had several coldaches after drinking frozen Marguaritas (I can't spell the worth shit on that term!), ouch.

After that, I parted from them and headed out to The Cock. I like Mondays at The Cock Bar. I guess it is my comfort zone on Mondays.

I bumped into one very attractive guy whom I will not identify his name for the time being because I really think he's worth the energy to get to know more. Gee, thanks to Corey, I was bit out of it last night. There were not many cute guys there except for that one whom I met. We had four things that kinda ... pushed us in the same direction -- which is very odd or coincidence. But I'm not betting high hopes on this, mainly because it is not good to have high hopes.

Saw a certain person and asked him about the next "Triple XXX" Party -- he smiled and said, "I'll need some help, you want to pitch out the next time around? But not very soon because we have to lay low -- the cops are on us these days."

Uh-oh.

R-

Jeers to Arthur Finkelstein

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A Message from A Certain Person In Afterlife

Oooo. The Xians are in deep shit.

Check this message.

R-

Billy Will Kill Me But His Kids Will Love This

I was cleaning my wallet while watching the SuperVolcano on Discovery Channel today and I found a laminated picture of my nephew and niece by Junior, my older brother. The ones in my wallet are the latest pictures of my ever-growing nephew and niece, but the one I am posting up is an old picture of two years, I believe. Jordon is now 8 1/2 years old, I believe.

I know Junior will lecture me with blistering tone while Tanya rants with some crazy notions that someone is going after her kids when I posted up the old picture of Jordon with Becca on my blog

Jordon is not his first name. So is Becca. I'm quite protective of my nephews and nieces. I have four. Zach, Becca, Jordon and Yamka. I love 'em dearly -- so when I saw the pictures, I smiled and sighed a little.

I am protective of them, but again, I do not like children. One time, Jordon wanted a hug and a kiss from me when he was 3 or 4, I shrugged mainly because I do not feel comfortable being around with kids. Junior pointed his finger at me and said, "Give him that!" I was bit startled and started to snicker a little.

Looking back at that, Junior is right -- in order to make his children sensitive and care for others, one has to share the affection in return. It was bit unusual for me to handle it since I rarely deal with kids. I always made fun of children from distance but when one says, "Hey, RT, hold this!", I simply freak out and held their foot in the air and say, "What do I do next?" If the kids were getting on my nerves, I'd mutter to my Mom, "Can you throw them in the trash can?!"

But hey, Jordon, don't worry, I'll always make these insane comments but I'll never throw you in the trash can or anything like that. After all, you guys are mine. Permanently.

Jordon and Becca
Oh, yeah, much to the chagrin of some readers who feared that I'd wage the genocide on all hearing persons -- Jordon, Becca, Yamka and Zach are all hearing. I will move the worlds to ensure that they will not be treated badly as many did to me.

R-

Kyle & Breyer

I love Greg Fox's Kyle Bed & Breakfast comic strip. I occasionally got in touch with Greg and talked about the character I always felt for -- Kyle. Kyle is a sweet guy who operated the bed & breakfast inn in Long Island (a dream of mine to build one in Pennsylvania) -- I was enamored that Kyle finally found his match in Breyer.

This happened right after Kyle told Breyer that his dick size does not matter (apparently, before that, people looked at Breyer as a big guy and expected a big dick -- Breyer avoided Kyle for a while after dating him, but Kyle finally caught Breyer and learned of this problem) -- and Breyer was thrilled when Kyle said his dick size does not matter at all. I told Greg Fox that this particular panel is my favorite because it is easy to love Kyle -- enjoy!



Thanks, Greg, for entertaining me with your imagination.

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