Wednesday, April 02, 2003
TGIW!
Ok, can I stop with that lame “TGIW” shit already? I gotta get some new material. And fast.
So, when one problem ends, another begins. I am not as miserable today about my brother and the whole war in Iraq thing, as I have been over the last couple of days. Instead I’m pissed cuz my hair looks like fucking garbage. Can anyone answer a question for me? Why is it (for guys) that one day you go to bed and your hair looks fine, but when you wake up the next day, you notice that somehow your hair has grown an extra half inch over night and now looks like cunt? It’s a very strange dilemma.
I am feeling SO MUCH better today. I’m like a brand new boy. I have to say that the support I have gotten from everyone around me (including my readers…how could I possibly forget?!) has helped me tremendously. I have bounced back and feel much more like my old self again. You know, fat, balding, and missing half my teeth! It’s great!
Tonight is “Date Night” with Paul. I think we might have sushi. I haven’t had those little fishy bastards in about 2 weeks and I am in some sort of withdrawal. Yet, Paul wants to go somewhere “gay”, of course. So, as per my weekly ritual, I have picked out a few nice restaurants in Chelsea and am giving him the option of picking the final place. He is paying, afterall. I don’t care where we go. We have been having so much fun on these “date nights” that I am excited just to be with him, out to dinner.
When Paul and I hung out on Monday night, we decided that tonight we were going to start “hooking up” again. I know how lame it sounds that we have to plan this, but it’s been 2-3 months since we have had an orgasm together. A lots been going on and to be honest, when you are with someone for over 3 years, sometimes the other issues take the place of physical romance. I am not upset that we haven’t been intimate, but its definitely damn time that we start doing the nasty again. I mean, at this point, I’m not going to lose my virginity until I am 54. Oh yeah. Did you forget that I was a virgin? Cuz I pathetically am. Let’s not talk about it right now.
--Sidenote-- I woke up incredibly horny this morning and was FORCED to jerk my dick off. Good thing I build up a lot of jizz during the day, or I would never be able to get the “hooks” tonight.
SO LAST NIGHT, I am walking to my apartment from my Columbus Circle subway stop, when this Asian guy stops me and asks “Excuse me sir, have you ever modeled before?”
Joe: (Having been stopped by people like this before, I say:) “Yes, I have.”
Asian Persuasion: “Are you currently being represented by anyone?”
Joe: “No, actually I am in between agencies at the moment.”
A.P.: “Oh, great! How would you like to come to an open call for ‘TransAtlantic’ tomorrow night at 7:30pm?”
Joe: “I’m not sure what I have going on tomorrow night, but if you want to give me your card, I will think about it.”
A.P.: “Well, actually, I can’t give you my card if you aren’t going to guarantee me that you will show up.”
Joe: “Okay, that’s weird. I don’t know if I can make it tomorrow night, but if you give me your card, I can follow up with you in the morning.”
A.P.: “I can’t do that sir. My job is to find attractive men and women and get them to come to our open call.”
Joe: “But I don’t understand. You will give me your card, but only if I make a promise to you that I will be there tomorrow night.”
A.P.: “Correct.”
Joe: “What if I promise you that I will go, but then don’t show up? Do you come back and take the card away from me?”
A.P.: (Getting flustered) “No, well of course not. But we will have your name and phone number listed with our company and if you didn’t show up, I guess we would have a problem working with you in the future.”
Joe: “Hmmm. I think this sounds sketchy and I have been stopped on the street for this type of thing before. My feeling is that if you were really interested in me, as a potential model for your company, you would make every effort to accommodate me, am I correct?”
A.P.: (starting to lose his mind) “Uh, yes…um…no. I don’t know. Are you interested in coming to an open call tomorrow night for ‘TransAtlantic’?
Joe: “Can I have your card?”
A.P.: “Not unless you are guaranteeing me that you will be at the open call.”
Joe: (starting to laugh) “Good day to you sir.”
I walked away and when I got to the end of the block, I looked back to the spot where the guy had stopped me. He was still standing there looking as confused as I have ever seen an Asian look. I smiled to myself and went home to eat chicken and scalloped potatoes. BTW, it was a YEM dinner.
Why is it that no one can ever stop me and discover me for real? Why, when I am stopped on the street, is it only to be scammed for one reason or another? It’s some shit, lemme tell you. You gotta be careful who you give your phone number to in this city and even more careful what type of situations you put yourself into. Yet, if the guy who stopped me was a bodybuilder, instead of an Asian, I would have done whatever he asked me to do. And I would have been putting myself into a much more dangerous position. But, it’s just that I like muscles so much.
Spoke with Rita today for the first time in awhile. I sent her a very long email last night detailing everything that has been going on in my life. She wrote back immediately and then called me as soon as she could today. Hearing her voice was like getting a load blown in my ear. Or, hmmm. No, not getting the load blown in my ear, more like blowing the load in someone’s ear.
OK I DON’T KNOW! Whatever kind of load it was, it made me so happy. We are trying to arrange a visit for the sometime this month. I haven’t seen her since she moved out of our apartment on March 1st. I long for her company daily. I am not sure yet if she will be coming to NYC or if I will be going to Syracuse for the visit, but either way, it couldn’t come fast enough. She is my love.
Time to get something to eat. I am so starving, that I am about ready to start swallowing the fingernails that I so readily chew off every day. I have never actually done that before, but at this point, add some salt and blue cheese to them and I am sure they would taste just fine.
YEM!
Ok, can I stop with that lame “TGIW” shit already? I gotta get some new material. And fast.
So, when one problem ends, another begins. I am not as miserable today about my brother and the whole war in Iraq thing, as I have been over the last couple of days. Instead I’m pissed cuz my hair looks like fucking garbage. Can anyone answer a question for me? Why is it (for guys) that one day you go to bed and your hair looks fine, but when you wake up the next day, you notice that somehow your hair has grown an extra half inch over night and now looks like cunt? It’s a very strange dilemma.
I am feeling SO MUCH better today. I’m like a brand new boy. I have to say that the support I have gotten from everyone around me (including my readers…how could I possibly forget?!) has helped me tremendously. I have bounced back and feel much more like my old self again. You know, fat, balding, and missing half my teeth! It’s great!
Tonight is “Date Night” with Paul. I think we might have sushi. I haven’t had those little fishy bastards in about 2 weeks and I am in some sort of withdrawal. Yet, Paul wants to go somewhere “gay”, of course. So, as per my weekly ritual, I have picked out a few nice restaurants in Chelsea and am giving him the option of picking the final place. He is paying, afterall. I don’t care where we go. We have been having so much fun on these “date nights” that I am excited just to be with him, out to dinner.
When Paul and I hung out on Monday night, we decided that tonight we were going to start “hooking up” again. I know how lame it sounds that we have to plan this, but it’s been 2-3 months since we have had an orgasm together. A lots been going on and to be honest, when you are with someone for over 3 years, sometimes the other issues take the place of physical romance. I am not upset that we haven’t been intimate, but its definitely damn time that we start doing the nasty again. I mean, at this point, I’m not going to lose my virginity until I am 54. Oh yeah. Did you forget that I was a virgin? Cuz I pathetically am. Let’s not talk about it right now.
--Sidenote-- I woke up incredibly horny this morning and was FORCED to jerk my dick off. Good thing I build up a lot of jizz during the day, or I would never be able to get the “hooks” tonight.
SO LAST NIGHT, I am walking to my apartment from my Columbus Circle subway stop, when this Asian guy stops me and asks “Excuse me sir, have you ever modeled before?”
Joe: (Having been stopped by people like this before, I say:) “Yes, I have.”
Asian Persuasion: “Are you currently being represented by anyone?”
Joe: “No, actually I am in between agencies at the moment.”
A.P.: “Oh, great! How would you like to come to an open call for ‘TransAtlantic’ tomorrow night at 7:30pm?”
Joe: “I’m not sure what I have going on tomorrow night, but if you want to give me your card, I will think about it.”
A.P.: “Well, actually, I can’t give you my card if you aren’t going to guarantee me that you will show up.”
Joe: “Okay, that’s weird. I don’t know if I can make it tomorrow night, but if you give me your card, I can follow up with you in the morning.”
A.P.: “I can’t do that sir. My job is to find attractive men and women and get them to come to our open call.”
Joe: “But I don’t understand. You will give me your card, but only if I make a promise to you that I will be there tomorrow night.”
A.P.: “Correct.”
Joe: “What if I promise you that I will go, but then don’t show up? Do you come back and take the card away from me?”
A.P.: (Getting flustered) “No, well of course not. But we will have your name and phone number listed with our company and if you didn’t show up, I guess we would have a problem working with you in the future.”
Joe: “Hmmm. I think this sounds sketchy and I have been stopped on the street for this type of thing before. My feeling is that if you were really interested in me, as a potential model for your company, you would make every effort to accommodate me, am I correct?”
A.P.: (starting to lose his mind) “Uh, yes…um…no. I don’t know. Are you interested in coming to an open call tomorrow night for ‘TransAtlantic’?
Joe: “Can I have your card?”
A.P.: “Not unless you are guaranteeing me that you will be at the open call.”
Joe: (starting to laugh) “Good day to you sir.”
I walked away and when I got to the end of the block, I looked back to the spot where the guy had stopped me. He was still standing there looking as confused as I have ever seen an Asian look. I smiled to myself and went home to eat chicken and scalloped potatoes. BTW, it was a YEM dinner.
Why is it that no one can ever stop me and discover me for real? Why, when I am stopped on the street, is it only to be scammed for one reason or another? It’s some shit, lemme tell you. You gotta be careful who you give your phone number to in this city and even more careful what type of situations you put yourself into. Yet, if the guy who stopped me was a bodybuilder, instead of an Asian, I would have done whatever he asked me to do. And I would have been putting myself into a much more dangerous position. But, it’s just that I like muscles so much.
Spoke with Rita today for the first time in awhile. I sent her a very long email last night detailing everything that has been going on in my life. She wrote back immediately and then called me as soon as she could today. Hearing her voice was like getting a load blown in my ear. Or, hmmm. No, not getting the load blown in my ear, more like blowing the load in someone’s ear.
OK I DON’T KNOW! Whatever kind of load it was, it made me so happy. We are trying to arrange a visit for the sometime this month. I haven’t seen her since she moved out of our apartment on March 1st. I long for her company daily. I am not sure yet if she will be coming to NYC or if I will be going to Syracuse for the visit, but either way, it couldn’t come fast enough. She is my love.
Time to get something to eat. I am so starving, that I am about ready to start swallowing the fingernails that I so readily chew off every day. I have never actually done that before, but at this point, add some salt and blue cheese to them and I am sure they would taste just fine.
YEM!
