call me old fashioned...
10:34 p.m.
email exchange tonight...
"Michael
wanna meet and have some fun drop me a line.
Jeremy"
"hi there...hmm, i think i've seen you around gay.com...cant find your profile though...i think i'm a bit out of your age range.....er..got a picture ?"
"YOU'RE NOT OUT OF MY AGE RANGE. I HAVE NO PIC STILL WORKING ON GETTING ONE BUT I REALLY NEED YOU TONIGHT. IF YOU WANT ME TONIGHT AND WANT TO GET TOGETHER, PLEEEEEASE DROP ME A LINE. YOU CAN STOP BY AND GET ME AT ____ _ STREET.
JEREMY"
"you NEED me? you don't even know me...wow, you should be careful, kid."
well, that sorta ruined my night, it depresses me. people who don't care who they hook up with...bleah.
as i've said before, these guys don't know if i have a freezer full of boy's heads...
chatted with j. right after that, the same guy was bugging him at gaydot...j.'s not about to meet someone with no pic, at night, no less. i told him i'm really glad that i know people like him.
and asking to see a picture doesn't mean i'm looking for a nice warm anonymous hole.
and ok, i DID do the whole awc thing..i don't regret any of that...but that's over now. i certainly didn't go meet any strangers from all that.
meeting jrob in s.f...we had been talking almost a year! the love of his life committed suicide! that was about comforting, and closeness. i didn't do anything unsafe. nothing went, uh, IN anywhere.
ok.
tmi, perhaps. i'm just making a point.
almost two years ago i posted this pic i found somewhere...
underneath it i wrote "THIS looks nice...is it too much to ask for?"
apparently not. but look, there's some shit i won't talk about, even here.
i think i'm a pretty nice guy most the time. i've paid my dues.
last year started as a tight little bud, and ended like a rose in full bloom.
i'm happy. a wee bit confused, but happy.
remember, i threw away the map.
ok, time for bed...i have TWO sneak attacks w/ baked goods planned for tomorrow!
who's your daddy?
it might just be me.
xoxo,
MICHAEL