I. Like. Shoes. I mean, I *really* like shoes. I feel it's just so important to have a large selection of shoes to choose from when putting your outfits together.
These are my shoes. Well, most of them. Some of my friends say I have an addiction. Some have tried to stage interventions. All to no avail. I keep searching for new acquisitions.
Especially after this past week. Cuz this past week, tragedy struck. I lost a pair of boots. Brown suede Kenneth Cole ankle boots, to be precise. To recount the events that led up to the loss simply fills my eyes with tears.
I was at the gym. I had changed into my workout clothes and put my street clothes into my locker. I worked out. I came back into the locker room to shower and change. That's when I realized. That's when I realized I had basically abandoned my boots. I had left them out when I put everything else into my locker.
So, someone, somewhere has my boots. Someone took my babies. I hope they treat them well, cuz they deserve to be loved. Caressed. Brushed on a regular basis. Paired with a cute pair of jeans, dark button-down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up.
So what does this all mean? I need to go shopping. For there is now a vacancy in my shoe rack. And we all know that nature abhors a vacuum.
Yoakum, Texas. Population: 5,731
Goliad, Texas. Population: 1,975
These are the locations that comprised my business trip today. I know, I know, glamorous. Don't you wish you had my job? Thankfully, the day has ended in Corpus Christi, Texas. Population: 277,454. A city with an Omni Hotel. That overlooks the bay.
Now, there was this tiny, almost insignificant, little storm called Hurricane Dolly that slammed into the Texas coast yesterday just South of here. Which has resulted in a rather wet and windy trip. But, it's all worth it. Tomorrow I head out into the gulf for a weekend diving trip. Here's hoping I'm not susceptible to sea sickness.
Let me set up the situation:
I'm out having a few drinks with friends. The watering hole where we are partaking of these libations is giving away tickets to the current running of The Altar Boyz. I end up winning a pair of these tickets. Immediately, several of the other gayz start asking if I'll take them with me to see the show. (Really? Tickets aren't THAT expensive, just buy one). Several of these individuals know of my current situation with Brit Boy being gone, and me not having had sex since I last saw him in Thailand. Several of these individuals joke that if I take them with me to the show, they'll put out.
After a few times, I finally look at one of my friends and say, "You know, I don't even really care about sex anymore. I don't think I've masturbated in over a week. Put out, don't put out. Fuck me, let me fuck you. Or don't. I really just don't care about it right now." To say that my friend was shocked is the understatement of the month. Me. Mister take care of things four times a day. Me. The guy that has had sex six times in a 24-hour period. Several times, actually. Me. The guy who's laptop hard-drive is over half-full of porn. Yeah, I'm not really feeling the sex thing.
Which I guess is a good thing since I don't really have an outlet for it right now. But it does kinda concern me. Since when did I become an old man?
