Okay reading my own blog can be a little depressing. A whole month has gone by already. Well update time. Maybe I am busier than I thought.
The first date was with a guy that is a foot taller than I. I have for some time known that I wanted someone that is within say two inches of my height, taller or shorter, but I am also determined not to set absolute values on many things.
We agree to meet for drinks. He drives back from The City and gets back a little late. We meet but he is tired and the conversation doesn’t flow very well. After 45 minutes the date is over and we both know it will not be repeated.
The second date is the next night. I drive out to Roseville and to pick him up. He is waiting for me in the hall. We say hello and he turns off the TV by unplugging it. As we head out he limps along behind me (a fact that he hadn’t mentioned). We go to dinner and he answers my questions but never starts a conversation on his own. I am thinking damn this is hard work. After a slow meal and lugubrious conversation my date and I go to the movies.
My roommate screwed up and called in passes for the movie, but Triple X is still in it’s first week of release and so the passes were no good. Our only option was that movie Master of Disguise. The only thing good about this movie is that it is only 65 minutes long. I felt horrible. Here I was not having a very good time and then I subject this poor guy to an absolute atrocity of cinema. I was sure I would be obligated to two more unpleasant dates just to make up for this nightmare.
After the movie ended, we went to the gay bars downtown since my date had never been there. At The Depot I introduced him to the guys I knew who in turn introduced him to their friends. All in all, we did not have too bad an experience. One of my acquaintances found out that we had met on the ‘net and that my date knew more about me than he did. My acquaintance gave my date his number so they could talk (I am thinking “Oh yeah! This is gonna be great!”). After a short time here we moved across the street to Faces to check it out. Again introduced my date to my friends and showed him around the dance club. He had a good time, which is slightly unfortunate because he will not be going back with me.
So ends my two internet induced dates.
Friday, September 27, 2002
Friday, August 23, 2002
Okay, I have been a little lazy when it comes to updating this. Shouldn't be surprised my hardcopy diary went two years without an entry. For good reasons. I was the social queen of Sacramento, I went from no friends of my own 7 years ago (total introvert) to 1500 friends that are all mine (almost total extrovert-TY weight lifting).
I am reverting to a little less extroverted, well that is not true; this is not a Myers-Briggs level personality change. It is a phase-of-life change. It is time for me to withdraw from the hyper social existence of the last six years and move into the "it's my life and I will live it my way" stage. Do I need to give Frank Sinatra credit here? I don't believe so, even though I did hear someone doing a karaoke version of his standard while I was typing that line.
Let's see what has happened since the last time I spoke at you. Dang, I was just back from the new nephew visit... Hum, well the brief news is... Internet dating, e.g. Match.com was an expensive failure. Internet dating, e.g. Yahoo! groups have proven to be a free failure. Meeting bisexual men with enormous needs to flirt and have sex with other men (bi preferably or gay men with muscles) has proven to be extremely easy. If I were still in my slut space, I would be getting sex three times a day minimum. I have meet three guys that are into weight lifting to an equal or greater extent than I (one is a musclehead, the other two are like me). This has worked well as we talk about the gym, routines, progress, benefits and a strong common interests that allows us to chat about something other than sex and so much of my unsolicited IM'ing is that hateful... "STATS!!". I am not going to tell you my height, weight, waist, biceps, quads and dick size on the net. Ain't going to happen, don't go there.
Anyway, I will address most of the above in a more thorough manner and in a reverse chronological order so that the flow of the blog is maintained.
Since returning from Ft. Collins I have been doubly impacted by my competing desires to become a father and to become a life-partner. The former is a fairly (no pun intended) straight-ahead project; I simply need to get started. Choosing between gestational surrogacy ($70,000), traditional surrogacy ($20,000), adoption ($10,000) or the detestable old time method of knocking up a woman (free??).
As for finding a man to marry, well this is much more difficult and is fraught with peril. Let me tell you a story or two or three. While I was in Ft. Collins I hit upon Match.com by accident clicking on one of their Internet ads. I found this guy that seemed like a ‘potential’ and after my friend Christopher failed to find him search the UC Davis on-line sources I broke down and paid $25.00 for a month of Match.com so that I could email this boy. He never responded, maybe my picture sucked, it wasn’t a good one according to a friend so I changed it. Anyway, I simultaneously placed an ad so he would have some information on me to determine if it would be worth his time responding. Needless to say, he didn’t and a month later I had not had a single response to my ad, even after it had been ‘featured’ on Match.com. In frustration, I cancelled Match.com and let the ad fade a way. I had already had a bad experience on Yahoo! Personals and so didn’t bother placing any more ads.
Is this the end of my Internet dating? Well I did think so, but alas it was not to be. Somehow I ended up updating my Yahoo! Interests and getting into the Yahoo! Group’s area and pursuing my muscle fetish I joined a dozen muscle groups. This had the amusing little effect of inundating my email with postings to these groups. I managed to get in and edit my preferences to “no email” so stopped the barrage of email that was mostly unimportant to me. However, the next day when I logged into Yahoo! Messenger I got eight people IM’ing me who had run across my Yahoo! Profile http://profiles.yahoo.com/leonfairley (not that one, my x-rated one, think you can find it?).
Lots of them turned out to be gay men that want to do webcam J/O sessions or bi-sexual guys that wanted to chat and talk dirty (and eventually got around to wanting to J/O). Apparently the muscle fetish groups are full of horn dawgs! I have actually met and talked to three guys that are worth keeping around. Two bi-sexual men from the East coast and one gay musclehead also from back east. I have also through the Sacramento Metro gay groups met three boys (literally under the age of 21, one is 16yo!) who love to talk. I think they believe they are shocking me by their raunchy sex talk. They have no idea of the things I have done and seen.
So there are a handful of guys that I continue to chat with, most get frustrated and never come back when I don’t “show” or wont give my STATS! I did talk to two guys that are local, my age and didn’t once say STATS! They also managed to carry-on conversations for more than three days without asking about getting naked. I ended up dating them both and their stories will follow.
I am reverting to a little less extroverted, well that is not true; this is not a Myers-Briggs level personality change. It is a phase-of-life change. It is time for me to withdraw from the hyper social existence of the last six years and move into the "it's my life and I will live it my way" stage. Do I need to give Frank Sinatra credit here? I don't believe so, even though I did hear someone doing a karaoke version of his standard while I was typing that line.
Let's see what has happened since the last time I spoke at you. Dang, I was just back from the new nephew visit... Hum, well the brief news is... Internet dating, e.g. Match.com was an expensive failure. Internet dating, e.g. Yahoo! groups have proven to be a free failure. Meeting bisexual men with enormous needs to flirt and have sex with other men (bi preferably or gay men with muscles) has proven to be extremely easy. If I were still in my slut space, I would be getting sex three times a day minimum. I have meet three guys that are into weight lifting to an equal or greater extent than I (one is a musclehead, the other two are like me). This has worked well as we talk about the gym, routines, progress, benefits and a strong common interests that allows us to chat about something other than sex and so much of my unsolicited IM'ing is that hateful... "STATS!!". I am not going to tell you my height, weight, waist, biceps, quads and dick size on the net. Ain't going to happen, don't go there.
Anyway, I will address most of the above in a more thorough manner and in a reverse chronological order so that the flow of the blog is maintained.
Since returning from Ft. Collins I have been doubly impacted by my competing desires to become a father and to become a life-partner. The former is a fairly (no pun intended) straight-ahead project; I simply need to get started. Choosing between gestational surrogacy ($70,000), traditional surrogacy ($20,000), adoption ($10,000) or the detestable old time method of knocking up a woman (free??).
As for finding a man to marry, well this is much more difficult and is fraught with peril. Let me tell you a story or two or three. While I was in Ft. Collins I hit upon Match.com by accident clicking on one of their Internet ads. I found this guy that seemed like a ‘potential’ and after my friend Christopher failed to find him search the UC Davis on-line sources I broke down and paid $25.00 for a month of Match.com so that I could email this boy. He never responded, maybe my picture sucked, it wasn’t a good one according to a friend so I changed it. Anyway, I simultaneously placed an ad so he would have some information on me to determine if it would be worth his time responding. Needless to say, he didn’t and a month later I had not had a single response to my ad, even after it had been ‘featured’ on Match.com. In frustration, I cancelled Match.com and let the ad fade a way. I had already had a bad experience on Yahoo! Personals and so didn’t bother placing any more ads.
Is this the end of my Internet dating? Well I did think so, but alas it was not to be. Somehow I ended up updating my Yahoo! Interests and getting into the Yahoo! Group’s area and pursuing my muscle fetish I joined a dozen muscle groups. This had the amusing little effect of inundating my email with postings to these groups. I managed to get in and edit my preferences to “no email” so stopped the barrage of email that was mostly unimportant to me. However, the next day when I logged into Yahoo! Messenger I got eight people IM’ing me who had run across my Yahoo! Profile http://profiles.yahoo.com/leonfairley (not that one, my x-rated one, think you can find it?).
Lots of them turned out to be gay men that want to do webcam J/O sessions or bi-sexual guys that wanted to chat and talk dirty (and eventually got around to wanting to J/O). Apparently the muscle fetish groups are full of horn dawgs! I have actually met and talked to three guys that are worth keeping around. Two bi-sexual men from the East coast and one gay musclehead also from back east. I have also through the Sacramento Metro gay groups met three boys (literally under the age of 21, one is 16yo!) who love to talk. I think they believe they are shocking me by their raunchy sex talk. They have no idea of the things I have done and seen.
So there are a handful of guys that I continue to chat with, most get frustrated and never come back when I don’t “show” or wont give my STATS! I did talk to two guys that are local, my age and didn’t once say STATS! They also managed to carry-on conversations for more than three days without asking about getting naked. I ended up dating them both and their stories will follow.
Monday, July 08, 2002
Last night I typed and typed and typed till my fingers bleed and then when I went to post & publish I was derailed by a Microsoft VB error. ARGH!! Death to the Microsoft power beast.
At least this will prevent me from being so redundant. The month of June in retrospect... Watch out for the ellipse, I think the error message I got last night implied my use of three-dot journalism was the culprit that undid me.
June is gay pride month, and as usual I was very proud. The first weekend was the FrontRunners Sacramento (http://www.frsac.org/) 10th anniversary celebration which I contributing on the organizing and setup committees and then spent the entire day participating in the events.
The following weekend was Lambda Freedom Fair (Sacramento pride festival) where I spent the entire day working the FrontRunners Sacramento booth and the Roseville/Greater Sacramento Area Hewlett-Packard Gay and Lesbian Employee Network booth. The following day and I am off to the Yolo County Pride Day (Davis, CA). Fortunately Davis is very low key and mostly lesbian so it is bring a picnic basket and a blanket and as my Southern friend Greg would say, let’s make company.
The next week I was off to Ft. Collins, CO to visit my brother Lester and his wife Terri who were celebrating the birth of their first child, my nephew Gavin. After doing an appropriate amount of diaper changing, feeding, burping and walking my new nephew I drove down to Denver to get in a run with the FrontRunners of Denver. Unfortunately none of the Denver Frontrunners showed up for the Saturday run, but a new to Denver gentleman from LA was there for his first run with the group as well. He decided against running in favor of the gym, but he pointed me to Cheeseman Park and gave me the approximate distance so I put in my mileage anyway. During the run I saw some tents up and figured they had to be related to Denver’s Pride festival, which was the following day. After my run I walked over and checked it out and found a gay volleyball tournament in action. This was definitely a queer venue as one of the teams was made up of guys wearing pink teddies. There were a couple of very handsome and well-designed bodies available for viewing as well. The first of three sunburns was the result.
The following day I did a 10-mile run with my brother in preparation for the Portland Marathon (http://www.portlandmarathon.org/) in October. Following the run and before my other brother and his family arrived, I scooted down to Denver for Pride Fest 2002. Not knowing anyone or being known by anyone made for a very low-key experience. The only people talking to me were the ones interested in meeting me, kind of a nice experience.
I returned to a four-day work week before HP closed all North America facilities for the first week of July to save costs. That weekend being the last weekend of June is San Francisco Pride. I had not planned on attending, but my friend Todd had acquired a room at the St. Francis on Union Square for a great deal over the internet. We were in the old building ninth floor corner room with a stupendous view (we were looking directly out at the Nautica billboard guy in his briefs) of Union Square. Since the Three Musketeers had to cancel the annual Santa Cruz “Wharf to Wharf” trip at the end of July I agreed to go to SF for Pride.
Friday evening Terry and I spent tooling around The Castro district with my friend Michael and had a very nice evening. The next day was the SF FrontRunners pride run followed by the gay rugby tournament sponsored by the young gay man who was killed on 9/11 in the Pennsylvania field when the passengers tried to retake the plane. Mark was a member of the SF Fog Rugby team that sponsored the international event (SF Fog were the eventual victors as well). This was sunburn number two. The Saturday before pride is “Pink Saturday” and the streets in The Castro are closed to automobile traffic and the boys come out in droves to drink, gawk, cruise and talk. It is a pretty good time for most.
Sunday is off course the parade and then the gathering in the civic center with all the vendors, clubs, organizations and entertainment. I loved Marcella Detroit’s (Shakespeare’s Sister) performance on the main stage. There were three dance venues so spent a little time dancing and drinking and eating and gawking and trying to sneak pictures of handsome men that I don’t have the courage to talk to. Of course, I flirted shamelessly with straight guys, felt up the arms, chest and necks. They like the attention and their girlfriends really seem to get off on the attention paid to their guys. Of course if you read the entry prior to this, you will see the result of all this fawning.
After pride I drove all the way to S. Lake Tahoe and spent the evening with my brother and his family. The next day I brought my niece, Samantha, (11 y.o.) and my nephew, Jeffrey, (8 y.o.) back to Sacramento for four days to re-stake my claim to favorite uncle status.
We spent our time at Sunsplash water park in Roseville, the arcade at Scandia, going to four movies, renting and playing Xbox games and getting them addicted to my favorite science fiction show, “Farscape”. We also managed to make Jeffrey’s special brownies (Cool Whip, sparkles, and candied cake decorations) while watching a video.
I returned the kids on the 4th of July and we spent the day in Tahoe with friends of theirs out on my brother’s boat and on the beach including a bbq/picnic followed by fireworks. Tahoe puts on one of the best fireworks displays in the country (casino money) especially considering the town has a year around population of only 25,000. They float a launch pad out in the lake to reduce the risk of fire danger. Two days earlier they had a forest fire ignited near the base of Heavenly Valley’s new gondola (cigarette thrown from the gondola is believe to be cause) that almost caused the fireworks to be cancelled. El Dorado County has a strict no fireworks policy due to extremely high fire danger. Due to the high traffic volume of boats on the lake we didn’t get home until midnight.
The following morning I drove back to Sactown and spent the next three days decompressing, cleaning the house, lying out at McKinley Park (sun burn number three) and working in the yard.
Now it is back to work with no relief in site and predicted 110 degrees by Wednesday. Ugh!
Up next, internet dating...
At least this will prevent me from being so redundant. The month of June in retrospect... Watch out for the ellipse, I think the error message I got last night implied my use of three-dot journalism was the culprit that undid me.
June is gay pride month, and as usual I was very proud. The first weekend was the FrontRunners Sacramento (http://www.frsac.org/) 10th anniversary celebration which I contributing on the organizing and setup committees and then spent the entire day participating in the events.
The following weekend was Lambda Freedom Fair (Sacramento pride festival) where I spent the entire day working the FrontRunners Sacramento booth and the Roseville/Greater Sacramento Area Hewlett-Packard Gay and Lesbian Employee Network booth. The following day and I am off to the Yolo County Pride Day (Davis, CA). Fortunately Davis is very low key and mostly lesbian so it is bring a picnic basket and a blanket and as my Southern friend Greg would say, let’s make company.
The next week I was off to Ft. Collins, CO to visit my brother Lester and his wife Terri who were celebrating the birth of their first child, my nephew Gavin. After doing an appropriate amount of diaper changing, feeding, burping and walking my new nephew I drove down to Denver to get in a run with the FrontRunners of Denver. Unfortunately none of the Denver Frontrunners showed up for the Saturday run, but a new to Denver gentleman from LA was there for his first run with the group as well. He decided against running in favor of the gym, but he pointed me to Cheeseman Park and gave me the approximate distance so I put in my mileage anyway. During the run I saw some tents up and figured they had to be related to Denver’s Pride festival, which was the following day. After my run I walked over and checked it out and found a gay volleyball tournament in action. This was definitely a queer venue as one of the teams was made up of guys wearing pink teddies. There were a couple of very handsome and well-designed bodies available for viewing as well. The first of three sunburns was the result.
The following day I did a 10-mile run with my brother in preparation for the Portland Marathon (http://www.portlandmarathon.org/) in October. Following the run and before my other brother and his family arrived, I scooted down to Denver for Pride Fest 2002. Not knowing anyone or being known by anyone made for a very low-key experience. The only people talking to me were the ones interested in meeting me, kind of a nice experience.
I returned to a four-day work week before HP closed all North America facilities for the first week of July to save costs. That weekend being the last weekend of June is San Francisco Pride. I had not planned on attending, but my friend Todd had acquired a room at the St. Francis on Union Square for a great deal over the internet. We were in the old building ninth floor corner room with a stupendous view (we were looking directly out at the Nautica billboard guy in his briefs) of Union Square. Since the Three Musketeers had to cancel the annual Santa Cruz “Wharf to Wharf” trip at the end of July I agreed to go to SF for Pride.
Friday evening Terry and I spent tooling around The Castro district with my friend Michael and had a very nice evening. The next day was the SF FrontRunners pride run followed by the gay rugby tournament sponsored by the young gay man who was killed on 9/11 in the Pennsylvania field when the passengers tried to retake the plane. Mark was a member of the SF Fog Rugby team that sponsored the international event (SF Fog were the eventual victors as well). This was sunburn number two. The Saturday before pride is “Pink Saturday” and the streets in The Castro are closed to automobile traffic and the boys come out in droves to drink, gawk, cruise and talk. It is a pretty good time for most.
Sunday is off course the parade and then the gathering in the civic center with all the vendors, clubs, organizations and entertainment. I loved Marcella Detroit’s (Shakespeare’s Sister) performance on the main stage. There were three dance venues so spent a little time dancing and drinking and eating and gawking and trying to sneak pictures of handsome men that I don’t have the courage to talk to. Of course, I flirted shamelessly with straight guys, felt up the arms, chest and necks. They like the attention and their girlfriends really seem to get off on the attention paid to their guys. Of course if you read the entry prior to this, you will see the result of all this fawning.
After pride I drove all the way to S. Lake Tahoe and spent the evening with my brother and his family. The next day I brought my niece, Samantha, (11 y.o.) and my nephew, Jeffrey, (8 y.o.) back to Sacramento for four days to re-stake my claim to favorite uncle status.
We spent our time at Sunsplash water park in Roseville, the arcade at Scandia, going to four movies, renting and playing Xbox games and getting them addicted to my favorite science fiction show, “Farscape”. We also managed to make Jeffrey’s special brownies (Cool Whip, sparkles, and candied cake decorations) while watching a video.
I returned the kids on the 4th of July and we spent the day in Tahoe with friends of theirs out on my brother’s boat and on the beach including a bbq/picnic followed by fireworks. Tahoe puts on one of the best fireworks displays in the country (casino money) especially considering the town has a year around population of only 25,000. They float a launch pad out in the lake to reduce the risk of fire danger. Two days earlier they had a forest fire ignited near the base of Heavenly Valley’s new gondola (cigarette thrown from the gondola is believe to be cause) that almost caused the fireworks to be cancelled. El Dorado County has a strict no fireworks policy due to extremely high fire danger. Due to the high traffic volume of boats on the lake we didn’t get home until midnight.
The following morning I drove back to Sactown and spent the next three days decompressing, cleaning the house, lying out at McKinley Park (sun burn number three) and working in the yard.
Now it is back to work with no relief in site and predicted 110 degrees by Wednesday. Ugh!
Up next, internet dating...
Sunday, June 30, 2002
Spent the weekend in San Francisco doing the SF gay pride thing. As always the event is a little frustrating seeing several guys that I find just incredibly attractive and they are either in a couple, from a distance I am not willing to (seriously) relate over or who I don't approach for whatever reason.
Fell into my usual habit of finding unobtainable men (read as = straight) tell them I find them attractive and then with the encouragement of the their girlfriends get mildly physically with the guy. Fun for me and absolutely no risk involved. Back in Sacramento now and all cleaned up for the trip to S. Lake Tahoe. I am going to pick up my niece and nephew and bring them back to Sacramento for the next three days.
Well not to jet, I will probably write more over the next couple of days. May even try to get my niece into this web log stuff. She has become a big fan of IM and internet games with her uncles so this might be a natural extension for her.
Fell into my usual habit of finding unobtainable men (read as = straight) tell them I find them attractive and then with the encouragement of the their girlfriends get mildly physically with the guy. Fun for me and absolutely no risk involved. Back in Sacramento now and all cleaned up for the trip to S. Lake Tahoe. I am going to pick up my niece and nephew and bring them back to Sacramento for the next three days.
Well not to jet, I will probably write more over the next couple of days. May even try to get my niece into this web log stuff. She has become a big fan of IM and internet games with her uncles so this might be a natural extension for her.
Wednesday, June 26, 2002
Read about blogs some months ago and thought since I spend so much time at a keyboard that this would be more effective than actually writing in my journal, which has actually gone a couple of years without an entry.
Doing a search today, I accidently came across a reference to a historical fact (Hobo signs-US Great Depression Era) and then was reading news on Yahoo! which mentioned Warchalking for Wi-Fi sites in the UK which was based on the Hobo signs of the 30's in the US.
I was out at the FIFA World Cup site looking for Team USA merchandise and even though it says it has merchandise for all participating teams there is nothing for the USA. Turns out it is only merchandise for the final 12 teams. Oh well! Not being able to find what I was looking for I wanted to start ranting and recalled something about web diaries and a Google seach later, you have this entry.
As soon as I host my domain, I will move the blog there, but for now. Welcome to my life.
Doing a search today, I accidently came across a reference to a historical fact (Hobo signs-US Great Depression Era) and then was reading news on Yahoo! which mentioned Warchalking for Wi-Fi sites in the UK which was based on the Hobo signs of the 30's in the US.
I was out at the FIFA World Cup site looking for Team USA merchandise and even though it says it has merchandise for all participating teams there is nothing for the USA. Turns out it is only merchandise for the final 12 teams. Oh well! Not being able to find what I was looking for I wanted to start ranting and recalled something about web diaries and a Google seach later, you have this entry.
As soon as I host my domain, I will move the blog there, but for now. Welcome to my life.
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