Welcome to my happily ever after...
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the truth comes out
I guess it's time I was finally honest with everyone about my life and what I do for a living. I'm not really an analyst for a Houston based company like I write about often here. You know all those business trips I'm always going on? Well, I am going on business, but they are a little more covert than I let on.
I shouldn't be writing about this here because I took an oath of secrecy. I guess I can trust you guys, so here goes:
My freshman year in college I was approached by a man that told me I fit a profile and was a prime candidate to work for the Central Intelligence Agency. I was broke and needed the money so I listened to what he had to say. That was 13 years ago. I now work for the United States Government and am a full agent for the CIA. No one knows, not my parents, Carlos, no one. In fact I shouldn't have told you because you are now a target.
I'm just kidding. I bought Season One of Alias on DVD yesterday and am wishing I could kick some ass rather than sit at my desk ANALyzing all day. I love me some Sydney Bristow. Sometimes I really do think I should have stuck to my first career plan and become one of Charlie's Angels.
I had an interesting weekend. Friday night I went to Jason's house around 8:30 so we could go out. Well, remember what I said about how much he drinks? He'd already drank a whole bottle of wine before I picked him up, and it was one of those BIG ones. I'd have passed out. So we sit there for a while talking until it gets all uncomfortable so I suggest just walking around the corner to Meteor so we wouldn't be too far in case he got sick. He calls his friend Nick to meet us there, and we're off!
I can tell that Jason is trying to get me crunk drunk, and I've told you my philosophy on getting drunk in public, so I drank very, very slowly. At one point, I am sitting there with 3 beers and a shot of tequila that Jason has bought me. His friend Nick is relatively pleasant, so we sit there and shoot the shit while Jason makes eyes at me because he can barely form words at this point.
As an aside, I've been emailing a new friend that lives here in Houston that was supposed to be at Meteor that night as well. I've never met him in person, and therefore have no idea what he looks like even though we went to A&M at the same time. For the first 30 minutes or so, I kept my eyes peeled to see if I might recognize him, however how do you recognize someone that you've never seen before? Duh.
So around 11:00, Jason decides that some begging was in order, and he pleads to take me home so he can suck my dick. I politely decline saying that he didn't need an angry 200 lb Mexican after his ass. Well, the threat of bodily harm didn't work because he kept telling me that he was in love with me and that he'd be so much better for me that Carlos. I just ignore him and begin chatting with some guys sitting next to us that Nick has started talking to.
Cut to 1 AM, those guys leave and the place is clearing out. At this point Nick jumps on the dick sucking bandwagon.
"Jon, come on, just let Jason suck your dick and get it out of his system."
Umm, no thanks.
So I decide I've had enough and tell them it's time to go home. Nick drives us back to Jason's house, and there I tell them that I have to pee before I drive home. I go in there, do my business, and when I come out, they are both sitting on the couch. Porn is playing on the TV and poppers are sitting on the coffee table.
After I saw what Jason and Nick were up to, I lost it. I know that I shouldn't have, but I did. I went into a verbal tirade and pretty much ripped them both a new one and then stormed out. Why can't I ever find gay male friendships wheresome sort of sexual undercurrent isn't always present? I mean, I have the friends that Carlos and I have together, but every time I try to find friends on my own, I find out later that they are into drugs or want to get me in the sack. That's why all my good buds are all lesbians.....they don't have agendas. I know that I'm a flirt...I KNOW it. But I'm a harmless flirt. I flirt with grandmas and garbage men. I don't mean anything by it. Perhaps that's why I find myself in these situations. However I know that I haven't been flirting with Jason. I have a strict work/no flirt agreement with myself.
Saturday morning, when Carlos got up and was getting ready for work, he asked if I had fun the night before. I was half asleep and responded with "I'd have had more fun if Jason hadn't tried to suck my dick the whole night".
DING-DING-DING! Dumbass alert! Why did I do that now? Carlos wants to rearrange his face now. Am I ever going to learn?
So then I got up and went to the thrift store over in the Heights that I love so much. I'm really into vintage tees right now, and the kind I find there are authentic vintage, man, not the $25 knockoffs they have at Urban Outfitters. Plus how can you beat them at 66 cents apiece? Woo-hoo! Remind me to leave a note in Ryan's guestbook to tell him about that place.
The rest of the day I just piddled around and went to the grocery store (finally!), and then around 7 I went to Maddey's house to hang out with her GF and her. It was so awesome to just sit around and shoot the shit and laugh about old times. I haven't really been clicking when I've been around people lately, and I always know that when I'm around Maddey that it will be just like old times. That really recharged my battery.
I couldn't stay at Maddey's house too long because Carlos was getting home from work around 9:30, however he called and said I could hang out until 10:30 because he and his coworkers were going to have Mexican food after work. Yea! Another hour with Maddey and then I could go home and spend some time with my BF. Carlos and I haven't had any time together in two weeks now because of his work and school schedule.
When I got home though, he'd had 3 margaritas with his friends at the restaurant and was already asleep on the bed with his clothes on. So much for a romantic evening. So I put a blanket on him and took a bath and read in the tub.
Sunday I got up and went to Kingwood to hang out with the parental units. They are in the process of having hardwood floors put down on the first floor, and the house is an absolute mess! My mom is fanatical about keeping a neat house, and the furniture is all over the place from having to shift it from room to room. It looked like a bomb exploded. As a result of my trying to document my life more, I took some pictures. You can see them here.
Their house is such a wreck that they haven't even been able to cook, so I took us all the Joe's Crab Shack for lunch. That place is a White Trash Extraordinaire, I tell you. But the food was good.
Last night, Carlos and I watched two episodes on Alias and then hit the sack early. I was really tired from all the drama on Friday night.
And that leads to me today. Friends, give me your thoughts, do you think that drinking leads people to do things they would not ordinarily do, such as Jason's behavior? Or do you think that drinking only brings out the inner devils that are already there, and the alcohol just lowers our inhibitions? I'm curious to see what you think.
9:51 a.m. - 2003-09-08
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