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.