I was paid a surprise visit by a couple of Corpus Christi boys last weekend. Just finishing classes for the semester, they decided to travel around Texas visiting friends. Little did they know that I was so busy with work that I hardly had any time to visit. I ended up meeting up with them when I left the office around 1:00am or so and had a couple of drinks before going home to pass out.
Saturday night was a little different. Work actually slowed up a little so I was able to head to a party with Bartender Boy and have a generally good time before heading home to chat with the boys once they got home from yet another night on the town. (Note: A better name has been thought up for Bartender Boy. He shall now be referred to as Shot Guy, as it was such a short, yet potent, affair). So, Shot Guy and I head to bed and he quickly falls asleep. He has this *uncanny* ability to pass out within minutes of his head touching the pillow. No matter. I can't sleep. So I head to the living room to watch some tv and there's one of the Corpus boys on my laptop. I assume he's just checking his e'mail or surfing or something.
"Hey man, can't sleep?" I ask. He quickly and nervously closes my laptop and moves towards the guest room.
"Uh... just looking at some pictures. Goodnight." And he hurriedly leaves the room. I'm intrigued. I turn on the tv, head to BBC Worldnews, and grab my laptop to see exactly what pics he was viewing.
The screen comes to life. iPhoto is open. And filling almost the entire screen is a pic of me taken during a certain desert yoga photo shoot . I smile and laugh.
Friday, May 25, 2007
Thursday, May 24, 2007
The Kiss
It was a simple action. A series of movements that brought him closer to me. His body was soon pressing against mine as he leaned in and kissed me. I had to admit that I was a little surprised as he had previously stated his inability to pursue something. "It'd be like bringing an 800lb gorilla onto a sinking raft. My life is just not all that stable right now," he tearfully said one night.
I understood. In fact I wasn't all that sure I was in a place to pursue anything either. I had already almost called him Latex on more than one occasion (thankfully, not in *that* situation).
But as long as I was having fun, I was fine with things as they were. There was no need to define or label what we were doing. We were hanging out, having a few drinks, having a good time just being with one another. Did I say a few drinks? Maybe more than that... cuz this is Bartender Boy. Yes, he's a bartender.
After the kiss I looked at him rather quizically. I looked into his eyes and saw sincerity. "Damn," I said to myself. "Why does he have to be so cute."
And that's how I was drawn in. Cute, baby-doe eyes. I'm a sucker... no, I'm a gonner... for cute, baby-doe eyes.
But as quickly as it began, it ended. He was acting strange when I picked him up for dinner. He held my hand for a moment and looked down.
"You can't do this, can you?" I asked. "Not even as casual as we are..."
"It's not that I don't want to..." he started, but I stopped him. "I know," I said. "I can see the attraction in your eyes. But you're troubled. You're not in a space to give freely of yourself, and I understand."
He laughed. "Why can't you be a jerk about this? It'd make it so much easier for me."
And then it was my turn to take that simple action. To make that series of movements that brought my body closer to his. I held him close and kissed him gently.
I understood. In fact I wasn't all that sure I was in a place to pursue anything either. I had already almost called him Latex on more than one occasion (thankfully, not in *that* situation).
But as long as I was having fun, I was fine with things as they were. There was no need to define or label what we were doing. We were hanging out, having a few drinks, having a good time just being with one another. Did I say a few drinks? Maybe more than that... cuz this is Bartender Boy. Yes, he's a bartender.
After the kiss I looked at him rather quizically. I looked into his eyes and saw sincerity. "Damn," I said to myself. "Why does he have to be so cute."
And that's how I was drawn in. Cute, baby-doe eyes. I'm a sucker... no, I'm a gonner... for cute, baby-doe eyes.
But as quickly as it began, it ended. He was acting strange when I picked him up for dinner. He held my hand for a moment and looked down.
"You can't do this, can you?" I asked. "Not even as casual as we are..."
"It's not that I don't want to..." he started, but I stopped him. "I know," I said. "I can see the attraction in your eyes. But you're troubled. You're not in a space to give freely of yourself, and I understand."
He laughed. "Why can't you be a jerk about this? It'd make it so much easier for me."
And then it was my turn to take that simple action. To make that series of movements that brought my body closer to his. I held him close and kissed him gently.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Oy...
News story from the Houston Chronicle (via Pinkdome):
Me: Great. Now I've got cancer too.
Pinkdome: hahahahahahaha
Me: Well, at least we can be bedmates at M.D. Anderson.
Pinkdome: Isn't that how we got cancer in the first place?
The virus that causes cervical cancer, the subject of heated debate in Austin, also sharply increases the risk of throat cancer for both men and women engaging in oral sex, according to a new study.
The study found that people who have had more than five oral-sex partners in their lifetime are 250 percent more likely to develop throat cancer than those who do not have oral sex. The cancer at one time was thought to be caused only by alcohol or tobacco.Great. Now I've got cancer. So I sent a text to pinkdome himself...
Me: Great. Now I've got cancer too.
Pinkdome: hahahahahahaha
Me: Well, at least we can be bedmates at M.D. Anderson.
Pinkdome: Isn't that how we got cancer in the first place?
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