Tuesday, May 20, 2003
Ok, ok, ok…I am back. SO SORRY TO HAVE SOME TIME TO MYSELF!
Sike, never. I wasn’t in work yesterday so I decided to take the day and do things that I like to do. Unfortunately, that didn’t involve being at the computer. But alas…now I am back where I belong. Sitting in front of a piece of shit PC, bored out of my mind, and literally counting the minutes until I can bust out of here at 5pm. Damn my life. And damn my vagina. I hate being a hermie.
Hermie = hermaphrodite.
Hermaphrodite = sadness
SO! Friday night! Hmmmmmmmm………..
After work on Friday, I jetted down to the SOHO area of NYC and met up with Mariah. She took me shopping for some new pants. I thought it best to make myself look as hot as possible, considering that I was going out to meet the man of my dreams. After an hour and a half of trying on different styles and sizes, I finally found the pair of my fantasies. Of course they were more money than I can afford, but at the same time, I needed them. Both for aesthetic reasons, as well as confidence reasons. None of these reasons need to be explained any further.
They’re just reasons.
Kelly and I rocked out at my apartment until about 10pm and then we went over to SBNY, otherwise known as Splash Bar, otherwise known as the place of all hotness. Since we got there pretty early, we sat at a table near the bar and talked for awhile. 3 vodka tonics later, and with my groove on, we went upstairs to do some dancing. Unfortunately, the crowd was a mix of the ugliest people I have seen in a very long time. Now, I have no problem with ugly people at all. In fact, I really like ugly people. They usually possess extremely witty senses of humor. (wow that came across so smarmy)(eh…appropriately smarmy) Kelly and I danced for about 10 minutes as I checked out the scene. To be frank, the scene consisted of losers and whores and I was really not interested in anyone. Kelly and I debated giving up and leaving. I was a bit crushed as I had my heart set on meeting the man of my dreams. Or at least the man of my evening. No such luck.
Before heading out, Kelly and I decided to get one more drink at the bar. We made our way through the crowd, pinching, clawing, and biting when necessary. Finally, we reached our destination and that is when I met HIM. THE man of the night. Thom. Wow…Thom. His beauty was absolutely stunning. He had a very masculine face and a body like I have never seen up close. I’m talking cuts, and ridges, and valleys of muscle that I didn’t know really existed. He had dark blondish hair, was at least 6”1 and weighed in at an estimated 210#. My kinda man! So, Kelly starts to talk to the bartender and he eats her up right away. They were talking and laughing and making everything totally comfortable for me. Kelly is really good at hooking me up with the men. Every guy I have dated has gone through Kelly in some way.
Thom and I talked for a couple of minutes and he served us our drinks. Kelly and I chilled at the bar and watched Thom run around and do his thing. Eventually he came back over to us and offered us some shots. We took them with him and he kept smiling and winking at me. When we had another moment together, this is the conversation we had:
Thom: So, are you from NYC?
Me: Yes. I live in Midtown right now.
Thom: What do you do for a living?
Me: I work for a university and am kind of like a glorified RA. It’s a fine job, but I am actually here to be an actor. One of the million.
(Thom bursts out laughing and points to a tatoo on his right shoulder. I take a closer look and see that he has the dramatic mask symbols emblazoned on his massive shoulder.)
(I smile back at him and continue to bat my eyes and try to look as cool as possible.)
Thom: Do you come to this bar a lot?
Me: Not nearly enough. This is where most of the hot guys go, so when I am in the mood, I try to sneak on over and catch what’s going on.
Thom: What do you think of the crowd tonight?
Me: Honestly, is there another night I should be coming here? Cuz most of the guys here tonight are busted. I don’t see one potential guy in the whole room.
Thom: Really?? Well tonight is the night that you would want to come here. You don’t see anyone that you like? Anyone at all?
Me: Well, from what I can see, the only guy I want to talk to is you. And I know better than to get mixed up with a bartender.
Thom: (laughs) Oh yeah? Why is that?
Me: (laughing as well) Why do you think? Come on man, no guy should ever spend his time at a bar falling for the bartender. It is a waste of effort.
Thom: It’s not necessarily a waste tonight. I think you are really cute. Probably one of the cutest guys in the place. So stick around a bit longer.
Me: Cool. I will.
Kelly and I talk and I explain to her that, although against my better judgement, I am falling quickly for Thom, the bartender. She is excited for me, but also reminds me of the “No bartender” rule. I agree with her and we decide that we want to leave pretty soon.
Thom: Did you guys want another shot?
(I glance at Kelly and she seems willing)
Me: Sure. What are we having?
Thom: It’s up to you. Whatever you want.
Me: (beginning to panic…what’s the cool shot to have??) Um…Maybe…I don’t…(well…I suck…and I have NO PERSONALITY!)
Kelly: Why don’t you make us your specialty shot?
Thom: Cool. Will do.
Me: Kelly, thank you for saving my ass.
Eventually Thom returns with our shots. We all clink glasses and down em.
Thom and Kelly talk for awhile and he asks her some questions about me. I was definitely peaking his interest. My stomach was tossing and turning with anticipatory excitement. This guy was fucking BEEYOOTIFULL. Eventually they turned their attention back to me.
Without going into even more unnecessary detail…Thom offered to give me his number, but I gave him mine instead. We talked for about another half-hour or so. He put his hand on my face numerous times and leaned in and kissed me twice. It was simple, yet sweet, and my god, the boner I was sporting was fucking huge. My hand barely covered the rock bicep of his upper arm. I wanted him and badly…
Eventually Kelly and I had to leave. Thom asked if I would be coming back the next night and I told him “no”. I started to want to marry him and Kelly had to drag me out of the bar. He mentioned to her that he thought I worried too much about everything. I guess I was being a bit overbearing toward the end. It’s just that I wanted to set a wedding date before I left that night. I mean, I knew that he was the man of my dreams and I didn’t want him to bail on the details of our big event. You know how it goes. Guys never want to help plan the celebration.
When we got outside, I begged Kelly to let me go back in and talk to him one more time. She said “never” and I am so glad she did. Rita always said that I have no game and she is right. When I get drunk and fall in “love” with a guy, it is almost impossible to pull me away from them. No. That’s an understatement. It IS impossible. I went home with Kelly and we had a good rest of our evening. I couldn’t stop talking about Thom. He was so beautiful and funny and sweet and exactly the kind of man, that after one night of knowing, I wanted to be with. Gosh.
Saturday, Thom didn’t call and I felt fine about it. I mean, he didn’t like me as much as I liked him. Or once again…never go for the bartender.
On Sunday, Kelly and I went to see X MEN 2. It was fucking awesome. Then, that night, Kelly went out to a dyke bar with a bunch of friends. Around 11:30pm, the phone rang and I thought it was Paul telling me what time he was coming over. I picked it up and heard a strange voice on the other end.
Me: Hello?
Strange voice: “Is this Joe?”
Me: Yes it is. Paul?
Strange voice: Hahaha. No, it’s Thom. Do you have a lot of different guys calling you?
Me: (FREAKING OUT!) Uh, yeah…you know. You were Friday night, Paul is tonight.
Thom: Hahaha. Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight. Maybe get a drink together?
Me: I would love to. Thanks for calling and asking. Unfortunately, I have to work in the morning and I am just about to crash for the evening. (Now I was pissed that Paul was on his way over)
Thom: Well that’s too bad. Maybe another time then?
Me: Definitely another time. Let me know.
Thom: Will do. Enjoy your rest.
Me: Thanks Thom. Talk to you soon.
And that was it! Um! He actually called! Damn! I must be like the hottest ticket in town! I get a bartender to call ME!?!? Sweet. That made me feel fucking excellent. I hope he calls again. Thom is definitely someone I would love to run my tongue down. Did I mention that he is 34? Well, yeah. He’s 34. So he is really only interested in me for sex, but that works fine for me. I will make that decision if it ever comes down to it. But what a high I am on!!!
I want so badly to go tonight too, but everyone is working. I am debating going by myself, but that’s risky. Paul and Mariah go out by themselves sometimes, but it’s just not my style. I need to have that friend in the corner that I can turn and run to if things get hairy. But then again, do I want to pass up a night meeting hot guys at Beige? Hmmm….I don’t know yet.
The weather outside is beautiful and I feel great! I want to enjoy it as much as possible. And Paul, well Paul…
Paul is great right now. We are getting along well and we are being very open and honest about the demise of our relationship. Not that it is over or anything…he just needs time to figure things out. He wants me to go out and have some fun and I am not about to sit around and wait for him any longer. If you know someone who is really great, gay, and overly masculine, send them my way. I am so ready to meet and get to know new guys.
It’s about fucking time.
Sike, never. I wasn’t in work yesterday so I decided to take the day and do things that I like to do. Unfortunately, that didn’t involve being at the computer. But alas…now I am back where I belong. Sitting in front of a piece of shit PC, bored out of my mind, and literally counting the minutes until I can bust out of here at 5pm. Damn my life. And damn my vagina. I hate being a hermie.
Hermie = hermaphrodite.
Hermaphrodite = sadness
SO! Friday night! Hmmmmmmmm………..
After work on Friday, I jetted down to the SOHO area of NYC and met up with Mariah. She took me shopping for some new pants. I thought it best to make myself look as hot as possible, considering that I was going out to meet the man of my dreams. After an hour and a half of trying on different styles and sizes, I finally found the pair of my fantasies. Of course they were more money than I can afford, but at the same time, I needed them. Both for aesthetic reasons, as well as confidence reasons. None of these reasons need to be explained any further.
They’re just reasons.
Kelly and I rocked out at my apartment until about 10pm and then we went over to SBNY, otherwise known as Splash Bar, otherwise known as the place of all hotness. Since we got there pretty early, we sat at a table near the bar and talked for awhile. 3 vodka tonics later, and with my groove on, we went upstairs to do some dancing. Unfortunately, the crowd was a mix of the ugliest people I have seen in a very long time. Now, I have no problem with ugly people at all. In fact, I really like ugly people. They usually possess extremely witty senses of humor. (wow that came across so smarmy)(eh…appropriately smarmy) Kelly and I danced for about 10 minutes as I checked out the scene. To be frank, the scene consisted of losers and whores and I was really not interested in anyone. Kelly and I debated giving up and leaving. I was a bit crushed as I had my heart set on meeting the man of my dreams. Or at least the man of my evening. No such luck.
Before heading out, Kelly and I decided to get one more drink at the bar. We made our way through the crowd, pinching, clawing, and biting when necessary. Finally, we reached our destination and that is when I met HIM. THE man of the night. Thom. Wow…Thom. His beauty was absolutely stunning. He had a very masculine face and a body like I have never seen up close. I’m talking cuts, and ridges, and valleys of muscle that I didn’t know really existed. He had dark blondish hair, was at least 6”1 and weighed in at an estimated 210#. My kinda man! So, Kelly starts to talk to the bartender and he eats her up right away. They were talking and laughing and making everything totally comfortable for me. Kelly is really good at hooking me up with the men. Every guy I have dated has gone through Kelly in some way.
Thom and I talked for a couple of minutes and he served us our drinks. Kelly and I chilled at the bar and watched Thom run around and do his thing. Eventually he came back over to us and offered us some shots. We took them with him and he kept smiling and winking at me. When we had another moment together, this is the conversation we had:
Thom: So, are you from NYC?
Me: Yes. I live in Midtown right now.
Thom: What do you do for a living?
Me: I work for a university and am kind of like a glorified RA. It’s a fine job, but I am actually here to be an actor. One of the million.
(Thom bursts out laughing and points to a tatoo on his right shoulder. I take a closer look and see that he has the dramatic mask symbols emblazoned on his massive shoulder.)
(I smile back at him and continue to bat my eyes and try to look as cool as possible.)
Thom: Do you come to this bar a lot?
Me: Not nearly enough. This is where most of the hot guys go, so when I am in the mood, I try to sneak on over and catch what’s going on.
Thom: What do you think of the crowd tonight?
Me: Honestly, is there another night I should be coming here? Cuz most of the guys here tonight are busted. I don’t see one potential guy in the whole room.
Thom: Really?? Well tonight is the night that you would want to come here. You don’t see anyone that you like? Anyone at all?
Me: Well, from what I can see, the only guy I want to talk to is you. And I know better than to get mixed up with a bartender.
Thom: (laughs) Oh yeah? Why is that?
Me: (laughing as well) Why do you think? Come on man, no guy should ever spend his time at a bar falling for the bartender. It is a waste of effort.
Thom: It’s not necessarily a waste tonight. I think you are really cute. Probably one of the cutest guys in the place. So stick around a bit longer.
Me: Cool. I will.
Kelly and I talk and I explain to her that, although against my better judgement, I am falling quickly for Thom, the bartender. She is excited for me, but also reminds me of the “No bartender” rule. I agree with her and we decide that we want to leave pretty soon.
Thom: Did you guys want another shot?
(I glance at Kelly and she seems willing)
Me: Sure. What are we having?
Thom: It’s up to you. Whatever you want.
Me: (beginning to panic…what’s the cool shot to have??) Um…Maybe…I don’t…(well…I suck…and I have NO PERSONALITY!)
Kelly: Why don’t you make us your specialty shot?
Thom: Cool. Will do.
Me: Kelly, thank you for saving my ass.
Eventually Thom returns with our shots. We all clink glasses and down em.
Thom and Kelly talk for awhile and he asks her some questions about me. I was definitely peaking his interest. My stomach was tossing and turning with anticipatory excitement. This guy was fucking BEEYOOTIFULL. Eventually they turned their attention back to me.
Without going into even more unnecessary detail…Thom offered to give me his number, but I gave him mine instead. We talked for about another half-hour or so. He put his hand on my face numerous times and leaned in and kissed me twice. It was simple, yet sweet, and my god, the boner I was sporting was fucking huge. My hand barely covered the rock bicep of his upper arm. I wanted him and badly…
Eventually Kelly and I had to leave. Thom asked if I would be coming back the next night and I told him “no”. I started to want to marry him and Kelly had to drag me out of the bar. He mentioned to her that he thought I worried too much about everything. I guess I was being a bit overbearing toward the end. It’s just that I wanted to set a wedding date before I left that night. I mean, I knew that he was the man of my dreams and I didn’t want him to bail on the details of our big event. You know how it goes. Guys never want to help plan the celebration.
When we got outside, I begged Kelly to let me go back in and talk to him one more time. She said “never” and I am so glad she did. Rita always said that I have no game and she is right. When I get drunk and fall in “love” with a guy, it is almost impossible to pull me away from them. No. That’s an understatement. It IS impossible. I went home with Kelly and we had a good rest of our evening. I couldn’t stop talking about Thom. He was so beautiful and funny and sweet and exactly the kind of man, that after one night of knowing, I wanted to be with. Gosh.
Saturday, Thom didn’t call and I felt fine about it. I mean, he didn’t like me as much as I liked him. Or once again…never go for the bartender.
On Sunday, Kelly and I went to see X MEN 2. It was fucking awesome. Then, that night, Kelly went out to a dyke bar with a bunch of friends. Around 11:30pm, the phone rang and I thought it was Paul telling me what time he was coming over. I picked it up and heard a strange voice on the other end.
Me: Hello?
Strange voice: “Is this Joe?”
Me: Yes it is. Paul?
Strange voice: Hahaha. No, it’s Thom. Do you have a lot of different guys calling you?
Me: (FREAKING OUT!) Uh, yeah…you know. You were Friday night, Paul is tonight.
Thom: Hahaha. Well, I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight. Maybe get a drink together?
Me: I would love to. Thanks for calling and asking. Unfortunately, I have to work in the morning and I am just about to crash for the evening. (Now I was pissed that Paul was on his way over)
Thom: Well that’s too bad. Maybe another time then?
Me: Definitely another time. Let me know.
Thom: Will do. Enjoy your rest.
Me: Thanks Thom. Talk to you soon.
And that was it! Um! He actually called! Damn! I must be like the hottest ticket in town! I get a bartender to call ME!?!? Sweet. That made me feel fucking excellent. I hope he calls again. Thom is definitely someone I would love to run my tongue down. Did I mention that he is 34? Well, yeah. He’s 34. So he is really only interested in me for sex, but that works fine for me. I will make that decision if it ever comes down to it. But what a high I am on!!!
I want so badly to go tonight too, but everyone is working. I am debating going by myself, but that’s risky. Paul and Mariah go out by themselves sometimes, but it’s just not my style. I need to have that friend in the corner that I can turn and run to if things get hairy. But then again, do I want to pass up a night meeting hot guys at Beige? Hmmm….I don’t know yet.
The weather outside is beautiful and I feel great! I want to enjoy it as much as possible. And Paul, well Paul…
Paul is great right now. We are getting along well and we are being very open and honest about the demise of our relationship. Not that it is over or anything…he just needs time to figure things out. He wants me to go out and have some fun and I am not about to sit around and wait for him any longer. If you know someone who is really great, gay, and overly masculine, send them my way. I am so ready to meet and get to know new guys.
It’s about fucking time.
