THE 3 GAYS PART 2

Despite all the encouragement I have received in regards to the last post, I have not, nor will I engage in an illicit 3/4 way. It's just not my style, and besides, as a bit of a control freak, that whole situation simply wouldn't suit my many neurosis.

HOWEVER! In the meantime, I have managed to meet not one, two but three guys. I'm only fucking one of them (depending on your definition), and then there's him, which is basically over in my mind.

Here's a breakdown:

A: Totally adorable "twink" type, 24 y/o, we drink, make out, watch cartoons and make out some more. Great date material too; and my roommate loves him in that not really loving strangers kind of way. [He's coming over over tonight]

B: This guy could also be described as a "twink", but holy hell he fucks like it's going out of style. Despite his appearance, he can not only take it, but invent new ways to roll around without pants on. We both wear similar glasses too, which is both cute and annoying when we make out.

C: The Non-Drinker. I saved the best for last. "C" just moved here, and although we only have hung out a few times, I feel a very close connection to him, for no rational/discernible reason.

The last night I spent with him included nothing beyond us laying in his bed, cuddling and talking about art, life, history...fucking amazing. I have never found another guy like this before. And I REALLY like his influence on me in terms of staying sober.

Not to sound...whatever, but I do believe certain people come into your life for a reason. And although I'm/We're not committed, I feel such a great energy from him, an energy that I haven't felt in some time. Who knows how it will go. But I'm willing to see it through.

PS - Sorry if the title was misleading. The Alpha Homo did touch my arm the other day, but that's as far as anything has gone, and likely will.

AFTER SCHOOL SPECIAL

IT'S been a fucking awful week in so many ways, but let's start with the thing I did after my DUI class on Tuesday (which was tough enough): the Victim Impact Panel. This is a court mandated experience, and one that I was least looking forward to.

What happens, is that 250+ people that recently got a DUI gather in a stuffy room in a courthouse and listen to several speakers. Thankfully, I recognized a guy from the classes/therapy I'm taking, which made it a bit easier to deal with. But barely.

I'm sitting down and wondering why this women is blowing up and affixing balloons to the podium in front of us. Also trying to help the old man with a brain injury next to me from falling over (poor guy) and scoping out the room, wondering if I belong with such a motley crew (I do and did).

Here's the short story from the first speaker, and the one that matters, because I had an awful nightmare as a result.

On the day I attended this event, it would have been the 18th birthday of Mikela, she died 3 years prior as the result of a drunk driver hitting her as she crossed the street; 19 and drunk, driving an SUV, with buddies also full of booze, as was the truck.

Awful shit.

But if that wasn't enough my stupid brain decided to reiterate that lesson in the form of a nightmare, which cast me in the role of a not so innocent bystander, in the backseat of that truck that hit the aforementioned girl. In this scenario, I even helped the asshole drunk driver hide his booze.

More detail, we drove out onto a frozen lake, hole in the windshield dripping with blood and hair. Breaking holes in the ice to cover our tracks, as if that would make a difference. Around this time the fine people at Discover Card showed up and I was tasked with hiding the credit cards from minors seeking our illicit booze.

Weird shit.

I thought all this other bullshit I've had to do would teach me NEVER to drink and drive again, but all in all, this one particular 24 period of unconscious self-loathing/scaring myself straight did the trick. Or so I hope.

SPEAKING OF POTENIAL ROOMIES...

In the ad I posted on-line seeking to find a roommate, I mentioned that as being a young-ish white gay guy, I would prefer a similar type of person to live with; besides the obvious comfort level, I thought that living with another homo, that maybe, just MAYBE I could learn to be a better Gay. Like, maybe my Maybe Gay Roomie would school me on hair tips, and I could introduce him to the wonderfulness that is Even Williams whiskey. Or something like that.

So I was excited when this guy contacted me and wanted to see the place; from the tone of his voice left on my voice mail it was fairly obvious we played for the same team. And he seemed nice and cool, etc. We set a time and a date for him to come over and take a look at my place, and see if we clicked in person. When the time came, he called me, from outside in front of my front door and I buzzed him up. When I opened My Door, in walked...

OK, obviously not Bruno, but what could easily pass for a facsimile, or a stunt double, or maybe his younger brother. We're talking HARD-CORE Eastern European G-A-Y with hair highlights that would out put Lady Gaga to shame. And his outfit...bitch please. He looked like he was roaring to to go clubbing at fucking Jackhammer, and this was at 1PM on a Wednesday. No way in hell would I/could I have this be my new Roomie.

Thankfully, after looking at the place and talking to me for approximately 45 seconds, he ran out of my place like it was on fucking fire. So I guess the feeling was/is mutual. And before you hate on me for not wanting to live with such a F-A-B-U-L-O-U-S man, that wasn't the primary issue. I have a problem interacting with people that communicate as if they under the influence of Meth, Coke, Crack or some combination. I can't deal with the constant, yet distant look of surprise in said people's eyes (also, I imagined rivers of hair dye staining the fixtures in my bathroom-YUCK).

That being said, I believe I have solved my Roomie Issues. Let's call her "Mags"; she is 31 y/o, a teacher and an ex-pat from from Poland who had resided in Chicago for the last 7 or 8 years (little known fact to non-Chicagoans: Chicago is the 2nd largest Polish city by population after Warsaw). It took me a week to wrap my head around the idea, but I feel solid about it now, and I'm confident she won't fuck me over or freak out when I eventually bring a guy home. Fingers crossed!

COCK-BLOCKED

"I'm not really into Asian Guys..." - Me

About an hour after I slurred those words out of my mouth, an adorable Asian guy slid his tongue against mine in the middle of a dance floor that I had no business being on. But it was late and I was drunk and he was cute, so why not?

I've been with all sorts of guys, White, Black, Latino...and last night I almost got it on with an Asian guy for the first time. Mind you, it's not as if I wanted to get it on with this guy for the sake of "charting new territory". I was drunk and horny, and a this guy threw himself at me.

Unfortunately for us (or perhaps fortunately) his friend decided to vet me, and advised him NOT to seal the deal. Damn, I really wanted to get my fuck on too. This experience has afforded me a new perspective, and you know what? I'm REALLY not into Asian Guy's that cock block me.