I Don't Understand Gay Men
Jan. 21st, 2013 12:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thepnutgalleryTwo of our underwriters were out, and a number of the insurance companies were closed, so there wasn't much to do. Gave me time to reorganize the filing cabinets to make room for the influx we recieved last week. I had a good workout at the gym. I keep doing more and more arms, in the hopes of getting sore the next day, but I never am. I noticed an older guy looking at me on the floor. Really, I notice a lot of people looking at me, but I figure they're not used to someone prancing around the gym. He showered in the stall next to me. Uncharacteristically, I jerked him off, and made out with him. He asked if I wanted to go into the handicapped stall with a curtain. That would have been a little too risky for me, but I did take his cumshot over my face and beard. He seemed happy. It's not such a bad life, being a gay man. Hooking up at the gym is just another opportunity to connect, for me. I think for a lot of gym cruisers, though, it's specifically semi-public activity that's a turn on for them. He was cute, and I'd like to do more than blow him, is what I'm saying. It's been a while since I've done anything at the gym, and it brightened my day considerably.
Since things were so slow, I was going to try to fill in some of the backlog of journal entries. Found some old emails from Tim, and made the mistake of reading them.
There was a gangbang scheduled, and Tim was RSVP'd. I haven't seen him online in days, but looking away is what allows things to blindside you. Almost immediately got hit up by a somewhat sketchy Latin gent with a bunch of "Ask Me" in his profile. Didn't take his invitation too seriously. Got hit up by a *very* handsome Latin Daddy Bear, too, but he disappeared after I returned a couple messages reciprocating interest. Guy 1 was gonna come over, about an hour after he'd first messaged me, but needed 30 min to get ready. He texted he was toweling off, said his ETA would be under 20. 20 min later, he texted he was getting in his car. 25 min after that, I texted him that I was going to the store. Fuck's sake, man!
At the store, I got 5 texts in rapid succession. He had parked. He was waiting. Had I canceled? Hello? Rather than try to text and wait for it, I just called him. He'd sent them a while ago (apparently didn't see me leave my apartment), and was going home. I asked how far he'd gotten, he hesitated, then said he was by 52nd. Either he was lying about a lot of things, or it was just bad luck. I'll give him one more chance, but not tonight.
FHA also texted; he was at Martini's. I had been expecting a little more notice, but went home to get ready anyway. Figured out I wasn't feeling up to being social, and wasn't even up to drinking at home or jerking off before bed. Chip and I had been emailing back and forth all day. Someone writing in to Dan Savage had been messaged by their ex from a year prior saying they "might" want to get back together. Dan says he didn't miss her, he misses how she made him feel - find someone else. This is bullshit for a number of reasons, but moving on was the right answer.
Since things were so slow, I was going to try to fill in some of the backlog of journal entries. Found some old emails from Tim, and made the mistake of reading them.
There was a gangbang scheduled, and Tim was RSVP'd. I haven't seen him online in days, but looking away is what allows things to blindside you. Almost immediately got hit up by a somewhat sketchy Latin gent with a bunch of "Ask Me" in his profile. Didn't take his invitation too seriously. Got hit up by a *very* handsome Latin Daddy Bear, too, but he disappeared after I returned a couple messages reciprocating interest. Guy 1 was gonna come over, about an hour after he'd first messaged me, but needed 30 min to get ready. He texted he was toweling off, said his ETA would be under 20. 20 min later, he texted he was getting in his car. 25 min after that, I texted him that I was going to the store. Fuck's sake, man!
At the store, I got 5 texts in rapid succession. He had parked. He was waiting. Had I canceled? Hello? Rather than try to text and wait for it, I just called him. He'd sent them a while ago (apparently didn't see me leave my apartment), and was going home. I asked how far he'd gotten, he hesitated, then said he was by 52nd. Either he was lying about a lot of things, or it was just bad luck. I'll give him one more chance, but not tonight.
FHA also texted; he was at Martini's. I had been expecting a little more notice, but went home to get ready anyway. Figured out I wasn't feeling up to being social, and wasn't even up to drinking at home or jerking off before bed. Chip and I had been emailing back and forth all day. Someone writing in to Dan Savage had been messaged by their ex from a year prior saying they "might" want to get back together. Dan says he didn't miss her, he misses how she made him feel - find someone else. This is bullshit for a number of reasons, but moving on was the right answer.
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