The great hunt, and non-dates continue despite my recent canine ennui.
The truth is: I can count on one finger how many times I’ve been laid since I don’t know when, probably more than six months. That was until last week.
The correlation of increased testosterone levels and the recent change in events probably have a lot to do with it.
Ultimately I’d like one out of two things to happen. Either I get to know some guys who I can get together on a regular basis, as I hate cruising these internet sites, or I get into some sort of relationship.
One guy I reconnected with online. We had seen each other in our travels but never had spoken. Every since I had seen him, I thought he was so sexy. Last week we spent a lot of time speaking on the phone with great enthusiasm to finally meeting.
Last Sunday morning we set up a time to talk about arranging a place to meat and grab some dinner and then hang out.
Since I was feeling very sad about having the vet appointment coming up the next morning, this was something I was very much looking forward to. I didn’t care about the sex, it more about changing the channel in my head, and getting to finally get some face-to-face time with this guy.
He never showed, he never called. Now feeling sad, and really hungry, I went to Gingers to get something to eat.
From time to time I get asked, “How come you are still single?”
Today I think, “You know, if I can’t even get them to show up for dinner, it’s no wonder I’m still single.”
Nonetheless, there is a part of me that worries, like my friend B. who disappeared due to a bike accident. I guess I’ll never know.
Perserverance does pay off though.
On the flip side, I had been mutually cruising this guy at the Y. First I wasn’t sure, but after a few days of this, I had to go over and say hi. A gorgeous short guy with a, tight, smooth body of death. Yum.
We exchanged phone numbers and we met up yesterday afternoon. My first successful cruising experience at a gym, and I’ve been going a long time.
However, when we got together, I had to do what I now call “the reveal” it sounds so much more like home decorating reality show where I’m about to suprise a design-remiss homeowner with a glamorous make over on HGTV.
He already knew, not by my face he said, but by my stomach.
I really hate that feeling of being marked. And here, I’ve actually gotten it done quite a bit with the change of diet and exercise.
In the end it didn’t matter. He was actually very naïve about being with positive guys, and I did have to do some post-coital 101 with him.
Usually I hate that, and I feel like I’m taking on the role of “teacher.” However, he’s so damn sexy, and his questions were based solely in seeking knowledge versus simply trying to squash fear.
I just got a text message from him. Really, I have no idea where this is going.
But what the hell, he seems to know how to use a phone, and apparently, given recent events, this meets my minimum requirements.
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