Going Round(s)
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thepnutgalleryWoke up at 2am. Makes sense. Kept telling myself I was going to get up, drive to the 24 hour Ralphs downtown to buy cereal, maybe hit the gym while there. But it was so cold in my room, and so warm in my blankets. Downloaded, tried out, and deleted a bunch of games instead. Man, there's a lot of crap out there. Didn't notice until I was on my way to work, but Beruby had sent me a text message with an image of flowers. Awwwww! The workday was slow, again, and Jen thought I'd forgotten to scan a bunch of files. She's really nice about it, but she's still wrong. I don't mind correcting her now, but I can't have people thinking I'm wrong after I leave.
I wasn't feeling my workout, but I got through it all the same. Stopped at the store on the way home, finally caved and bought bread, tofurky slices, and tomatoes, but managed not to buy any sweets or similar. Ate several sammiches when I got home 3? 4? Not nearly as many as I was expecting, so yay? TJ was still deciding if he wanted to come by that night or the next for his shoot the following day. I watched some porn, and was suddenly convinced to go to the gym again. It was GREAT. I ran on the cross-trainer for almost an hour, did a bunch more crunches, a bunch more arm curls. I probably still won't be sore tomorrow, but I feel better for it. I got hit on twice - once, on entering the locker room by an older Latin gent, and then after, in the showers, by a black gent. Actually, I maybe got hit on 3 times, as the developmentally disabled guy next to me paused his shower to introduce himself and ask how my day was going.
I can't help but think about Timall the time when Latin guys hit on me. He likes all kinds of guys, but really really really likes Latin gents. Most of the attention I get is from Latin guys.
TJ had said he was going to be there around 10:30, but didn't really get there until almost 11. I was a little tired, for having been up for almost 24 hours and gone to the gym twice at this point, but strangely not exhausted. There was a little one-upmanship going on, I think, when TJ and I chatted, but that could have been self-perception. (http://www.cracked.com/blog/5-ways-youre-accidentally-making-everyone-hate-you/).
He slept in my bed - we cuddled briefly, and I think I could have fucked him, but all sorts of issues were tussling in my head. TJ is thin and hairless, and doing porn at a younger age (19 or 27, depending on who you talk to). He's self-assured, from what I can see, in a way that I've never been. I don't want him thinking his sex with me is payment for letting him stay, I don't want him comparing me to his vast sample size of previous tops, I don't need yet another hierarchy to be beneath him on. I slept poorly, but I did sleep.
I wasn't feeling my workout, but I got through it all the same. Stopped at the store on the way home, finally caved and bought bread, tofurky slices, and tomatoes, but managed not to buy any sweets or similar. Ate several sammiches when I got home 3? 4? Not nearly as many as I was expecting, so yay? TJ was still deciding if he wanted to come by that night or the next for his shoot the following day. I watched some porn, and was suddenly convinced to go to the gym again. It was GREAT. I ran on the cross-trainer for almost an hour, did a bunch more crunches, a bunch more arm curls. I probably still won't be sore tomorrow, but I feel better for it. I got hit on twice - once, on entering the locker room by an older Latin gent, and then after, in the showers, by a black gent. Actually, I maybe got hit on 3 times, as the developmentally disabled guy next to me paused his shower to introduce himself and ask how my day was going.
I can't help but think about Tim
TJ had said he was going to be there around 10:30, but didn't really get there until almost 11. I was a little tired, for having been up for almost 24 hours and gone to the gym twice at this point, but strangely not exhausted. There was a little one-upmanship going on, I think, when TJ and I chatted, but that could have been self-perception. (http://www.cracked.com/blog/5-ways-youre-accidentally-making-everyone-hate-you/).
He slept in my bed - we cuddled briefly, and I think I could have fucked him, but all sorts of issues were tussling in my head. TJ is thin and hairless, and doing porn at a younger age (19 or 27, depending on who you talk to). He's self-assured, from what I can see, in a way that I've never been. I don't want him thinking his sex with me is payment for letting him stay, I don't want him comparing me to his vast sample size of previous tops, I don't need yet another hierarchy to be beneath him on. I slept poorly, but I did sleep.
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