Welcome to my happily ever after...
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long and random
Wow...I've needed to make an entry for days now but haven't had a chance as Carlos has been around almost continuously. His new work schedule has him home much, much more than before.
Sooo, here goes. My tete-a-tete with Juiccy Lips on Thursday didn't go quite as I had planned. I came home from work that night and shaved, waxed, plucked, and all the other things that gay boys tend to do when they know they will be getting lucky. He said he'd call when he got back from the gym, around 6 or so. So 6:00 came around. Then 6:30. Then 7:00. Then he finally called around 7:15. I had made up my mind that I wasn't going to answer it if he called that late, however my resolution didn't last long seeing as how I answered the phone. So I told him I'd be over there at 8.
Now perhaps I already had a chip on my shoulder when I went over there. I'm sure I've told you, but I am obsessively on time. I mean , crazy on time to the point of getting everywhere so early that I end up driving around a while to kill time when I'm picking someone up. In turn, when someone tells me they are going to do something at a certain time, I expect them to do it. (See what I have to say about my friend Monica a little later in this entry).
So I show up and he's wearing a towel. A towel? We go straight into the bedroom and mess around. He cums first, and I could tell that after he was done, he just wanted me to leave. No sirree, I didn't clip my chest hair for nothing....you are going to make me CUM. So he did, although I could tell that he wasn't into it. He's one of those kinds....the kind that you always want to cum before they do, otherwise all they want to do is roll over and go to sleep.
Now, after all this, I decided that I didn't really care to see him after this. One thing I forgot to mention was that he called me earlier on my home phone #. I had given him my cell #, however when we'd chatted Tuesday night on the phone, my cell kept cutting out so I called him back on my home #. I guess he saved it because that's the # he used when he called Thursday. Uh-uh. I don't like that. I gave you my cell # for a reason. He doesn't need a 200 lb angry Mexican after his ass after he calls and Carlos answers the phone.
So when I was leaving Juiccy's apartment, I tried to think of the best thing to say to ensure that I would never hear from him again. So, this is what I said right before I walked out:
"You know....we should get together sometime and do something other than just have sex."
LOL...so far it has worked like a charm. I don't think I'll hear from him ever again.
Oh yeah! Another thing about him. Did I mention that he reminded me of Ted from Queer as Folk? Juiccy Lips is an accountant too, just like Ted. They both have immaculate apartments where everything is in perfect right angles. They are both cheap. In fact, Juiccy only had a 30 day trial membership to my gym. When it ran out last Thursday, I asked him what he was going to do now and he told me that he was just going to go to each location one by one and purchase a 30 day membership. Since there's like 15 Bally's in Houston, he said that would be perfect. Reason is that a membership when you join is like $45/month where the trial membership is only $30. I gotta ask...who is so fucking cheap?
Ok, enough about Juiccy Lips.
Friday night after work, I went and worked out, came home and cooked dinner (strip steaks and potatoes), and then Carlos and I went on a marathon cleaning spree here at the condo. We then tried to figure out what to do that night. I suggested calling our friend Greg to see if we could take him out for a drink seeing as his birthday was the day before. He didn't want to go though, so Carlos ended up calling Tasha and her GF. So we met them at JRs at 8:45. Tasha had called a couple of their friends, so there were 6 of us total, and it was rather fun. One of the guys there had to be at work at midnight because he worked as a porn store clerk. Some of the stories he told were hysterical.
Carlos ended up getting crunk drunk for some reason. I had like 3 beers, and then we decided to come home around 11:30. After stopping and getting our usual Jack in the Box on the way home, we then came home and went to bed. That's where the interesting stuff started....Carlos begged and begged and begged for us to have a 3-way with someone. I was like "umm...what?". I can't have my BF watch me suck dick. I just told him to shut up and go to sleep, which he finally did. When we woke up Saturday morning, I asked him if he remembered going on and on about that, to which he responded "Oh shit...I thought I'd just dreamed that." No honey, it was real.
He went to work around 11, and I went to work out and to Whole Foods Market. I am telling you, since I started watching what products I'm using on my skin, my little patch of psoriasis I get on my hand has completely gone away. I see tons and tons of propylene glycol ship out at work day after day to the cosmetic companies, and I'm telling you...it's fucking antifreeze. It's the exact same stuff we also sell to auto product manufacturers that they sell as antifreeze. Well, propylene glycol is in your shampoo, shaving cream, toothpaste (!), moisturizer, soap, lotion, everything. So I bought all new everything yesterday. Organic everything. I especially like the eucalyptus soap and the organic toothpaste I bought.
I then spent the rest of the day alternating between reading a really good crime novel and jerking off to porn on the net. I think I might have thrown a couple of naps in there as well.
Carlos got home from work at 7:30, and I had prepared grilled chicken and oven fried potatoes for dinner. It was good. My friend Monica from A&M was in town, and she was supposed to call me because we'd talked about going to the Barn with her for a couple of drinks. Again, just like Juiccy Lips, the phone didn't ring when it was supposed to. She got to town around 3 PM, so I figured she would at least call me before 8 so we could make plans. So 8:00 came around. Then 9. Then 10. At 10:30, Carlos and I started to get ready for bed and the phone finally rang. I looked at the caller ID and said "No way sister..you shoulda called about 3 hours ago" and didn't answer it. My cat was swirling around my feet trying to get me to feed him for the 3000th time, and I picked up up with my foot and slid him out the kitchen door. Fuck if Carlos didn't walk around the corner at that very moment and when the cat was trying to grab onto something, he grabbed onto his foot and scratched the shit out of him. Now I don't know if I've mentioned it before, but Carlos got no attention from his folks when he was growing up. He's the youngest of 8 kids, and by the time he came around they were worn the fuck out. So there wasn't anyone there to kiss his boo-boos, and consequently, when something happens now at 27 years of age, a scratch on the foot is somehow akin to losing a limb.
I felt really bad I'd hurt him, however he tried to milk it for everything it was worth. Pouting, the whole 9 yards. I thanked him for trying to make me feel bad and told him it was working. That's when he chilled out and started being himself again.
We then went to bed and snuggled a while. I must've passed out because that's the last thing I remember.
That leads me to now. Today I have to go visit my parents. I haven't been out there in like 4 weeks, and keep in mind that I usually go every week. I'm not sure what my deal is. I just haven't felt like it. They don't get along with each other and usually aren't speaking to one another, and it's just a drag. I don't know how to describe it. My dad takes me off somewhere to talk about how horrible my mother is, and then my mother and I go run around shopping or whatever and she wants to talk about how bad my dad is. I'm their child, not their shrink.
But I'm going. And my mother's birthday is April 6th, and I won't be here next weekend so I'll have to give her something today. At this point I have nothing. I'll stop and get a card. Any ideas? LOL...what can I get at Walgreens? I may be gay, but I still have straight guy shopping habits.
I'm going to Dallas next weekend. Did I mention that? I'm going with Maddey and her GF. Seth is going to be in Chicago that weekend, so that's a drag that it worked out that way, but I'm looking to get outta town since my sis is supposed to be here that weekend. I'll explain more about that later.
Whew! Can this entry be any longer and more random?
8:14 a.m. - 2004-03-28
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