Quote of the Day
You like someone because. You love someone although. -- Unknown
Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
I know it's not shocking for this to have happened because I always secretly believed that it was going to have to happen anyway or she and the Bush administration would come under MAJOR fire from all sides (and not just Democrats). However, part of me just grins inwardly because I really thing that Condi Rice thought she could just flaunt her position, status, and title, and get away without having to publicly testify (which even if she did testify in private would create a bigger furor I think).
I was talking with a friend last night who said she thought Condi Rice was a bitch.
Part of me wants to agree with her...but part of me really just sees her as putting on a strong front when she's probably more vulnerable than she wants to admit.
I was talking with a friend last night who said she thought Condi Rice was a bitch.
Part of me wants to agree with her...but part of me really just sees her as putting on a strong front when she's probably more vulnerable than she wants to admit.
Monday, March 29, 2004
I was reading this post when something else hit me as well...how does someone who has just stabbed someone 17 times not get blood on themselves and make a (pardon the pun) clean getaway?
Of course, being the sick freak that I am I wonder about these things. It reminds me of the last time I was in Chicago and I saw Shear Madness because my friend had gotten tickets to it thinking that I would love it. Well, I totally embarrassed her when I questioned whether or not anyone was left handed. The audience was all going, "No, right handed...right handed." So I shot back with the following:
"She was stabbed on the left side of her neck which means that the killer has to be left handed and stabbed from behind. If the killer was right handed then they would have been facing the victim and there would have been defense wounds on the hands from where she put them up to protect herself from the attack. As the coroner said there were no defensive wounds on the hands, then we HAVE to assume that she was attacked from behind and the killer was left handed."
Silence from the audience. The guy playing the police officer was the first to speak:
"Sir, may I ask what you do for a living?"
I had to think quick so I said the first thing that came to mind:
"I'm a public defender in New York City."
The audience howled with laughter.
Anyway, Palochi, I'll come over and protect you...no one's stabbing you when I'm around...well with a knife at least... :)
Of course, being the sick freak that I am I wonder about these things. It reminds me of the last time I was in Chicago and I saw Shear Madness because my friend had gotten tickets to it thinking that I would love it. Well, I totally embarrassed her when I questioned whether or not anyone was left handed. The audience was all going, "No, right handed...right handed." So I shot back with the following:
"She was stabbed on the left side of her neck which means that the killer has to be left handed and stabbed from behind. If the killer was right handed then they would have been facing the victim and there would have been defense wounds on the hands from where she put them up to protect herself from the attack. As the coroner said there were no defensive wounds on the hands, then we HAVE to assume that she was attacked from behind and the killer was left handed."
Silence from the audience. The guy playing the police officer was the first to speak:
"Sir, may I ask what you do for a living?"
I had to think quick so I said the first thing that came to mind:
"I'm a public defender in New York City."
The audience howled with laughter.
Anyway, Palochi, I'll come over and protect you...no one's stabbing you when I'm around...well with a knife at least... :)
In a case of being 1) a total flirt and 2) a total asshole, I had quite a bit of fun on Saturday.
As I overslept and didn't make it to practice with the team on Saturday, I did join them for lunch at Dallas BBQ afterwards and wound up sitting next to one of the new guys who has caught many a lustful gaze from some of the veteran team members including one who latched himself onto him the second he saw him (much to the amusement of many people).
So let's see...we'll call the new player The Rookie and the other guy....PITA...which is just my personal nickname for him which one day I may explain....
So The Rookie was sitting next to me and PITA was across from us when my jumbo sized alcoholic beverage (okay a frozen apple martini) arrived complete with a marachino cherry with a stem. Now I've never really been a fan of marachino cherries. They're okay but they just don't seem to do it for me. Anyway, I picked up the cherry and turned to The Rookie and jokingly said, "Wanna pop my cherry?"
The Rookie laughed, opened his mouth, and one of those backwards nods to indicate that yes...he would indeed pop my cherry...my marachino cherry of course. I put it in his mouth and gave the stem a gentle tug and thus the flirtation was over. What I learned later was that PITA had this glare on his face as he was watching me do this to The Rookie (who really is a nice guy and happens to be in the middle of breaking up with his current boyfriend that lives with him and yadda yadda yadda...I may be dating a few people but I am so not a rebound guy). PITA didn't say anything but from what I was told, the look on his face was one that was pissed that 1) I was doing it, 2) it wasn't him, and 3) he didn't have the chance to do it.
The Rookie is a nice guy as much as I may lust after him, I'm still committed to not messing around with any of my teammates so as not to cause problems should anything negative happen.
That being said...should something happen...he would be the first to test that conviction...
As I overslept and didn't make it to practice with the team on Saturday, I did join them for lunch at Dallas BBQ afterwards and wound up sitting next to one of the new guys who has caught many a lustful gaze from some of the veteran team members including one who latched himself onto him the second he saw him (much to the amusement of many people).
So let's see...we'll call the new player The Rookie and the other guy....PITA...which is just my personal nickname for him which one day I may explain....
So The Rookie was sitting next to me and PITA was across from us when my jumbo sized alcoholic beverage (okay a frozen apple martini) arrived complete with a marachino cherry with a stem. Now I've never really been a fan of marachino cherries. They're okay but they just don't seem to do it for me. Anyway, I picked up the cherry and turned to The Rookie and jokingly said, "Wanna pop my cherry?"
The Rookie laughed, opened his mouth, and one of those backwards nods to indicate that yes...he would indeed pop my cherry...my marachino cherry of course. I put it in his mouth and gave the stem a gentle tug and thus the flirtation was over. What I learned later was that PITA had this glare on his face as he was watching me do this to The Rookie (who really is a nice guy and happens to be in the middle of breaking up with his current boyfriend that lives with him and yadda yadda yadda...I may be dating a few people but I am so not a rebound guy). PITA didn't say anything but from what I was told, the look on his face was one that was pissed that 1) I was doing it, 2) it wasn't him, and 3) he didn't have the chance to do it.
The Rookie is a nice guy as much as I may lust after him, I'm still committed to not messing around with any of my teammates so as not to cause problems should anything negative happen.
That being said...should something happen...he would be the first to test that conviction...
Friday, March 26, 2004
Small update on the knee thing....the first chance at an appointment is on APRIL 13!!! There's a small chance I could get an appointment on the 8th but considering some of the pain that I'm in (and it's not a small amount of pain) I would like to get in earlier if possible....ugh....this so blows...
Thursday, March 25, 2004
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
I'm tired today.
I got home late from rugby practice and was kinda pissed at myself. I just got over shin splints and now I'm developing some achilles problems. I talked to our team trainer and she said that I needed some major anti-inflammatories (Celebrex or Vioxx were her suggestions) and ice the achilles down BEFORE practice. I'm going to pick up some more of the gel ice pack things you throw in the freezer so I can do that before practice. She says it will help and there's a support wrap she's going to show me.
I'm also going to try to get in to see my doctor as well since my left knee is giving me some problems again and the brace I'm wearing, while it works, also hinders me from really being able to run much. During sprints last night I had to bow out after the third round because I could feel the achilles ache starting to set in and ache as it did during the warm ups.
What really kills me...I really want to play this year. REALLY REALLY REALLY. I want to kick some butt. I'm not content to sit on the sidelines. But to do that means I need to take care of myself as well and heal. I didn't do as much of it last year as I should have and I paid the price. This year it will be different.
On the plus side, the really kinda hot new guy and I were goofing around at the bar after practice and I had my arms wrapped around him in what our coach would call a really bad tackle and he tried to shake me off by dragging me around the bar. On the plus side though, he and I did tackle drills together and he did say that I was tough to bring down. Of course, I reminded him that the guy he was tackling at bootcamp was about half my size...
Sigh...
Legs sore. Hurt.
I got home late from rugby practice and was kinda pissed at myself. I just got over shin splints and now I'm developing some achilles problems. I talked to our team trainer and she said that I needed some major anti-inflammatories (Celebrex or Vioxx were her suggestions) and ice the achilles down BEFORE practice. I'm going to pick up some more of the gel ice pack things you throw in the freezer so I can do that before practice. She says it will help and there's a support wrap she's going to show me.
I'm also going to try to get in to see my doctor as well since my left knee is giving me some problems again and the brace I'm wearing, while it works, also hinders me from really being able to run much. During sprints last night I had to bow out after the third round because I could feel the achilles ache starting to set in and ache as it did during the warm ups.
What really kills me...I really want to play this year. REALLY REALLY REALLY. I want to kick some butt. I'm not content to sit on the sidelines. But to do that means I need to take care of myself as well and heal. I didn't do as much of it last year as I should have and I paid the price. This year it will be different.
On the plus side, the really kinda hot new guy and I were goofing around at the bar after practice and I had my arms wrapped around him in what our coach would call a really bad tackle and he tried to shake me off by dragging me around the bar. On the plus side though, he and I did tackle drills together and he did say that I was tough to bring down. Of course, I reminded him that the guy he was tackling at bootcamp was about half my size...
Sigh...
Legs sore. Hurt.
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Sign that Brian watches too much TV
So I'm standing on the subway platform minding my own business when I hear this voice that for some reason sounds so familiar. I look over my shoulder and there's this cute black woman talking and not only is the voice familiar but so is the face.
I pondered this for a while and knew that I recognized but I couldn't remember where and then it hit me.
It was her.
It looks like she's still following the rules rather well.
So I'm standing on the subway platform minding my own business when I hear this voice that for some reason sounds so familiar. I look over my shoulder and there's this cute black woman talking and not only is the voice familiar but so is the face.
I pondered this for a while and knew that I recognized but I couldn't remember where and then it hit me.
It was her.
It looks like she's still following the rules rather well.
Monday, March 22, 2004
I was way too naughty at the Gay Business Expo this weekend.
Okay maybe not way too naughty but a little too much mango rum and Irish Lemonade will do it to ya and make just a wee bit naughty.
I ran into a friend of mine at the Expo that I've really always had a crush on but I know that he's in a relationship so I don't pursue it and just let it be just a crush...and just on the physical level...none of that deep down, let me get to know you kinda crushes where I've picked out a china pattern and the interior design plan of the bedroom as well.
Anyway, so we're talking and it's clear that he's a little buzzed from the free Bud Light beer and I'm buzzed off all of the liquor and champagne coursing through my system....and we started making out right in front of the gay rodeo booth.
With tongue.
And some groping...
I disgust myself sometimes.
:)
Okay maybe not way too naughty but a little too much mango rum and Irish Lemonade will do it to ya and make just a wee bit naughty.
I ran into a friend of mine at the Expo that I've really always had a crush on but I know that he's in a relationship so I don't pursue it and just let it be just a crush...and just on the physical level...none of that deep down, let me get to know you kinda crushes where I've picked out a china pattern and the interior design plan of the bedroom as well.
Anyway, so we're talking and it's clear that he's a little buzzed from the free Bud Light beer and I'm buzzed off all of the liquor and champagne coursing through my system....and we started making out right in front of the gay rodeo booth.
With tongue.
And some groping...
I disgust myself sometimes.
:)
Thursday, March 18, 2004
Today I just want to curl up into a little ball and go back to sleep.
I told my sister today about Daddy Guy...it was more than she could handle and said I should dump him right away. Apparently she's already thinking that we're moving in together and getting married when we're WAY far away from that point....
It kinda cracks me up...
I told my sister today about Daddy Guy...it was more than she could handle and said I should dump him right away. Apparently she's already thinking that we're moving in together and getting married when we're WAY far away from that point....
It kinda cracks me up...
Wednesday, March 17, 2004
So...the freak show of a coworker that I cover for when she's out (which is at least once a week as of late) called in today to say that she was in a car accident and must go see her doctor immediately. She later sent in an email saying that she was also diagnosed with multiple sclerosis and yadda, yadda, yadda...
Basically it means she's going to be out a lot, will have a somewhat genuine medical reason to NOT get fired, and I will wind up doing all of her work as usual.
Why do I feel like I'm being used here....
Basically it means she's going to be out a lot, will have a somewhat genuine medical reason to NOT get fired, and I will wind up doing all of her work as usual.
Why do I feel like I'm being used here....
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Monday, March 15, 2004
Quote of the Day
You must wear the scarlet letter of the slut... -- Judge Scott from my rugby team as he wrote the letter "S" on my back during our team's Kangaroo Court
Misread Item of the Day
In McDonalds...their new promotion is for "Clikits." Well....I read it as Clit Kits.
I know....I'm gross.....
You must wear the scarlet letter of the slut... -- Judge Scott from my rugby team as he wrote the letter "S" on my back during our team's Kangaroo Court
Misread Item of the Day
In McDonalds...their new promotion is for "Clikits." Well....I read it as Clit Kits.
I know....I'm gross.....
Friday, March 12, 2004
J'ai décidé d'être aujourd'hui pretentious et de faire un poteau entier en français. Je ne sais pas pourquoi mais il est juste quelque chose peu un impair et littly un génial et lui des ajustements justes mon humeur en ce moment. Si vous ne pouvez pas lire ceci, alors... ce que la baise vous veulent que je fasse à son sujet. Je suis sûr qu'il y a des autres choses que vous pouvez employer pour traduire ceci.
J'ai décidé que je pense que Thom d'oeil étrange pour le type droit est probablement l'un des membres plus attirants du groupe et s'il me demandait dehors une date je ne dirait pas probablement le non. Bien que, je puisse également dire qu'un des types du plan droit pour l'homme gai est également un peu chaud mais puisque j'ai seulement vu un épisode je ne savez pas qui il est bien que l'exposition me fende vers le haut.
J'ai décidé que je pense que Thom d'oeil étrange pour le type droit est probablement l'un des membres plus attirants du groupe et s'il me demandait dehors une date je ne dirait pas probablement le non. Bien que, je puisse également dire qu'un des types du plan droit pour l'homme gai est également un peu chaud mais puisque j'ai seulement vu un épisode je ne savez pas qui il est bien que l'exposition me fende vers le haut.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Last night the team's bar night was a huge success bringing in just over $500. Three cheers to this man for his hard work and enduring me looking at him blankly and saying, "Um....okay....." I think I mentally checked out of the evening around 7:30 or so when I was just too tired to really do anything else than plop down some dough and chow down on some jello shots.
Sadly, though, no one came through and said the magical words to get themselves a free drink. I'll resume that at a later date I'm sure but for now...there is no winner.
However, one blogger did come to the event...Adam...where are you Adam? You gave me your blog URL and I don't remember it to save my life. Man, I still hope your name is Adam too...
The best part though came when the super hunky bar owner, Mark (who also has perhaps the most amazing bubble butt imaginable), agreed to be in our bachelor auction. I was thankful that I could stand up a few minutes later and not have the kilt tented...
All in all good night....Daddy Guy wasn't able to show but I totally understood since he's got the kids...we did talk last night as I was walking home and well...my Southern vocabulary is giving him fits (dagnabbit, "caught the vapors," babycakes....etc)...I'm hoping he and I can get together soon but we'll see what happens...have to compromise with him because of the kids and I'm willing to do it...
Sadly, though, no one came through and said the magical words to get themselves a free drink. I'll resume that at a later date I'm sure but for now...there is no winner.
However, one blogger did come to the event...Adam...where are you Adam? You gave me your blog URL and I don't remember it to save my life. Man, I still hope your name is Adam too...
The best part though came when the super hunky bar owner, Mark (who also has perhaps the most amazing bubble butt imaginable), agreed to be in our bachelor auction. I was thankful that I could stand up a few minutes later and not have the kilt tented...
All in all good night....Daddy Guy wasn't able to show but I totally understood since he's got the kids...we did talk last night as I was walking home and well...my Southern vocabulary is giving him fits (dagnabbit, "caught the vapors," babycakes....etc)...I'm hoping he and I can get together soon but we'll see what happens...have to compromise with him because of the kids and I'm willing to do it...
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
And to make it more interesting....if you are the first person (non rugby player mind you...I know how my team works) to come up to me, shake my hand, and say, "The dogs are barking, the peacocks are crowing," I'll be the first to pony up to the bar and buy you a beer....and if you come in afterwards and do the same thing (still non-rugby player)....well....I'll be touched....
Just one last reminder about tonight....
Here ye', here ye'... An open call to all New Yorkers to join the Gotham Knights Rugby Football Club for a night of drunken revelry and merriment (a.k.a. a bar night) at our new favorite pub (and newest sponsor) on the Upper East Side, Who's on First. The ale will be flowing, with Gotham Knights serving as guest bartenders (and they have Guinness on tap!). Rugby matches will be featured on the televisions along with good music blaring through the speakers. You can test your skills at billiards or darts... just don't try dancing... it is strictly prohibited. There will be a variety Jell-o shots for sale and a raffle with great prizes. Donations will also be accepted at the door. The proceeds from this event not only go to help the team make its way to London to compete in the Bingham Cup but will also go to the family of Patrol Officer Tom Fantry of the Mt. Vernon Police Department. PO Fantry has passed away due to terminal cancer and left behind two twins upon his death. We will be taking up a special collection to help this family during this difficult time. This is also a great opportunity to come out and meet the newest Gotham Knights fresh out of Bootcamp. Hope to see you there!
When: Wednesday, March 10th from 7:00 PM until whenever they throw us out!
Where: Who's on First, 1683 First Ave. @ East 87th St., NY, NY 10028
I ask all New York bloggers to help us spread the word about this event!
Here ye', here ye'... An open call to all New Yorkers to join the Gotham Knights Rugby Football Club for a night of drunken revelry and merriment (a.k.a. a bar night) at our new favorite pub (and newest sponsor) on the Upper East Side, Who's on First. The ale will be flowing, with Gotham Knights serving as guest bartenders (and they have Guinness on tap!). Rugby matches will be featured on the televisions along with good music blaring through the speakers. You can test your skills at billiards or darts... just don't try dancing... it is strictly prohibited. There will be a variety Jell-o shots for sale and a raffle with great prizes. Donations will also be accepted at the door. The proceeds from this event not only go to help the team make its way to London to compete in the Bingham Cup but will also go to the family of Patrol Officer Tom Fantry of the Mt. Vernon Police Department. PO Fantry has passed away due to terminal cancer and left behind two twins upon his death. We will be taking up a special collection to help this family during this difficult time. This is also a great opportunity to come out and meet the newest Gotham Knights fresh out of Bootcamp. Hope to see you there!
When: Wednesday, March 10th from 7:00 PM until whenever they throw us out!
Where: Who's on First, 1683 First Ave. @ East 87th St., NY, NY 10028
I ask all New York bloggers to help us spread the word about this event!
The son of California's most prominent opponent of gay marriage exchanged vows with his longtime boyfriend. David J. Knight, 42, the son of state Sen. William J. ''Pete'' Knight, married his partner Joseph J. Lazzaro, 39, in San Francisco.
The elder Knight is a Republican senator who authored a successful 2000 ballot initiative that strengthened California's ban on same-sex marriage.
The elder Knight is a Republican senator who authored a successful 2000 ballot initiative that strengthened California's ban on same-sex marriage.
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
Monday, March 08, 2004
So let's talk about the dating life shall we...it's been a while since we've done that and I have promised you that update on my date with Daddy Guy for quite a while but we'll get to all that in a second...
First and foremost, let's be a little honest, here...I've been doing the online dating thing. I figured why the heck not...it's not going to kill me and will put me out there to more men than I would probably ever meet in the normal course of dating. It's also a little safer course of action for me to "approach" someone online than in person because we all know of that "fear of rejection" thing I have going for me and something tells me that I can handle online rejection much better than I could "in person" rejection. So let's meet the some of the guys (in addition to Daddy guy)...
Doctor Guy -- Lives way out in Amagansett. He's 36 and, obviously, a doctor. We've been doing a lot of talking and trying to work out a time to meet up but with him being practically at the other end of Long Island travel time is what sucks the most.
EyeGlasses Guy -- Had coffee with him on Friday. He's a nice guy but I can tell you already that it's not going to work out between us. He's very quiet and seemingly the exact opposite of me.
InteriorDesign Guy -- He's also out on Long Island and...well...he's again, someone who is pretty much the exact opposite of me. Nice guy...we're in the midst of phone tag so we'll see where it goes.
Finance Guy -- He's out in New Jersey but something tells me it's not gonna work with me and him. I think he's looking more for friends than anything else.
SkiGuy -- Here's an update on him, in case you care...when he and I were on our dates, we would occasionally talk about the Martha Stewart case since he was avidly following it. Well, after hearing about her conviction, I shot him a quick friendly email to get his reaction to it and, being a nice guy, asking about his ski trip. I got a email back from him with an update on both things and I thought that was it... Well I logged onto to the site that he and I met through and was just messing around when I clicked on the "see who has viewed you" section...sure enough, the night he sent the email, he went and looked at my online profile again. It just makes me scratch my head...
Daddy Guy -- Okay let's get into him shall we....
As I've said before, he's 43 years old and has two kids (ages 11 and 5) that live with him....and his soon to be ex-wife. Yep, the wife is living under the same roof as him because Daddy Guy wanted to make sure that his son (whose birthday is tomorrow) had both parents with him for his formative years (to which is wife asked what that meant). Now that the youngest is a bit older, they are going to look into selling the house and getting their own separate spaces. On the really cool side, her parents have already said that they would side with him in any custody battle since they think he's the better parent.
So we had dinner when he was in town for a trade show. That meant we had about two hours to eat and talk since 1) the lot where he parked his car closed at eight and 2) he had to pick his daughter up from karate. We found this small, pretty much empty Mexican restaurant near where he parked and we managed to get a table as far away from everyone as possible where we sat and talked about our respective lives and backgrounds.
First and foremost...the man is pretty hot. There are those of you that have seen the picture and would agree with me that the man is pretty sexy...especially that smile. But when I sat down and we actually talked and he went through the coming out, his marriage, his family, etc., it was just nice to actually have a smooth flowing conversation that didn't have any pauses, didn't have any uncomfortable moments, and didn't make me wonder what the heck I was doing there and we both learned that we have very similar experiences and interests which makes it even more interesting (for me at least) to see where it goes.
We ended the date with me walking him to his car and him giving me a lift home since it was on his way. We sat in his car for a while listening to the cast recording of Wicked outside my building before he finally had to shove off or risk being late picking up his daughter so we ended it with a nice, kinda long-ish hug and a peck on the cheek.
Since then, we've been emailing back and forth and calling each other...he actually called me this morning on his way into work to see how things were going and I've invited him to the rugby team's bar night this Wednesday which he said he may try to make. So...if you want to see the guy (but just don't tell him the blog exists because he doesn't know about it)...stop by on Wednesday....
So that's the current story...still looking for love...still putting myself out there and taking a few risks...
And it feels good...
First and foremost, let's be a little honest, here...I've been doing the online dating thing. I figured why the heck not...it's not going to kill me and will put me out there to more men than I would probably ever meet in the normal course of dating. It's also a little safer course of action for me to "approach" someone online than in person because we all know of that "fear of rejection" thing I have going for me and something tells me that I can handle online rejection much better than I could "in person" rejection. So let's meet the some of the guys (in addition to Daddy guy)...
Doctor Guy -- Lives way out in Amagansett. He's 36 and, obviously, a doctor. We've been doing a lot of talking and trying to work out a time to meet up but with him being practically at the other end of Long Island travel time is what sucks the most.
EyeGlasses Guy -- Had coffee with him on Friday. He's a nice guy but I can tell you already that it's not going to work out between us. He's very quiet and seemingly the exact opposite of me.
InteriorDesign Guy -- He's also out on Long Island and...well...he's again, someone who is pretty much the exact opposite of me. Nice guy...we're in the midst of phone tag so we'll see where it goes.
Finance Guy -- He's out in New Jersey but something tells me it's not gonna work with me and him. I think he's looking more for friends than anything else.
SkiGuy -- Here's an update on him, in case you care...when he and I were on our dates, we would occasionally talk about the Martha Stewart case since he was avidly following it. Well, after hearing about her conviction, I shot him a quick friendly email to get his reaction to it and, being a nice guy, asking about his ski trip. I got a email back from him with an update on both things and I thought that was it... Well I logged onto to the site that he and I met through and was just messing around when I clicked on the "see who has viewed you" section...sure enough, the night he sent the email, he went and looked at my online profile again. It just makes me scratch my head...
Daddy Guy -- Okay let's get into him shall we....
As I've said before, he's 43 years old and has two kids (ages 11 and 5) that live with him....and his soon to be ex-wife. Yep, the wife is living under the same roof as him because Daddy Guy wanted to make sure that his son (whose birthday is tomorrow) had both parents with him for his formative years (to which is wife asked what that meant). Now that the youngest is a bit older, they are going to look into selling the house and getting their own separate spaces. On the really cool side, her parents have already said that they would side with him in any custody battle since they think he's the better parent.
So we had dinner when he was in town for a trade show. That meant we had about two hours to eat and talk since 1) the lot where he parked his car closed at eight and 2) he had to pick his daughter up from karate. We found this small, pretty much empty Mexican restaurant near where he parked and we managed to get a table as far away from everyone as possible where we sat and talked about our respective lives and backgrounds.
First and foremost...the man is pretty hot. There are those of you that have seen the picture and would agree with me that the man is pretty sexy...especially that smile. But when I sat down and we actually talked and he went through the coming out, his marriage, his family, etc., it was just nice to actually have a smooth flowing conversation that didn't have any pauses, didn't have any uncomfortable moments, and didn't make me wonder what the heck I was doing there and we both learned that we have very similar experiences and interests which makes it even more interesting (for me at least) to see where it goes.
We ended the date with me walking him to his car and him giving me a lift home since it was on his way. We sat in his car for a while listening to the cast recording of Wicked outside my building before he finally had to shove off or risk being late picking up his daughter so we ended it with a nice, kinda long-ish hug and a peck on the cheek.
Since then, we've been emailing back and forth and calling each other...he actually called me this morning on his way into work to see how things were going and I've invited him to the rugby team's bar night this Wednesday which he said he may try to make. So...if you want to see the guy (but just don't tell him the blog exists because he doesn't know about it)...stop by on Wednesday....
So that's the current story...still looking for love...still putting myself out there and taking a few risks...
And it feels good...
I'm not sure how I feel about this....but I got it from Crash (welcome back honey) so...hmmmm...interesting...actually I couldn't figure out if I wanted to be cool or mild and tropical so I did it both ways....interesting results either way ya know...
Mild and Tropical
Cool
Again I have to say.....hmmmmmmmm......
Mild and Tropical
You're Thailand!
Calmer and more staunchly independent than almost all those around you,
you have a long history of rising above adversity. Recent adversity has led to questions
about your sexual promiscuity and the threat of disease, but you still manage to attract a
number of tourists and admirers. And despite any setbacks, you can really cook a good
meal whenever it's called for. Good enough to make people cry.
face="Times New Roman">Take the Country
Quiz at the Blue Pyramid
Cool
You're South Africa!
After almost endless suffering, you've finally freed yourself
from the oppression that somehow held you back. Now your diamond in the
rough is shining through, and the world can accept you for who you really are.
You were trying to show who you were to the world, but they weren't interested
in helping you become that until it was almost too late. Suddenly you're
a very hopeful person, even if you still have some troubles.
face="Times New Roman">Take the Country
Quiz at the Blue Pyramid
Again I have to say.....hmmmmmmmm......
Friday, March 05, 2004
Here ye', here ye'... An open call to all New Yorkers to join the Gotham Knights Rugby Football Club for a night of drunken revelry and merriment (a.k.a. a bar night) at our new favorite pub (and newest sponsor) on the Upper East Side, Who's on First. The ale will be flowing, with Gotham Knights serving as guest bartenders (and they have Guinness on tap!). Rugby matches will be featured on the televisions along with good music blaring through the speakers. You can test your skills at billiards or darts... just don't try dancing... it is strictly prohibited. There will be a variety Jell-o shots for sale and a raffle with great prizes. Donations will also be accepted at the door. The proceeds from this event not only go to help the team make its way to London to compete in the Bingham Cup but will also go to the family of Patrol Officer Tom Fantry of the Mt. Vernon Police Department. PO Fantry is currently in the final stages of terminal cancer and will leave behind two twins upon his death. We will be taking up a special collection to help this family during this difficult time. This is also a great opportunity to come out and meet the newest Gotham Knights fresh out of Bootcamp. Hope to see you there!
When: Wednesday, March 10th from 7:00 PM until whenever they throw us out!
Where: Who's on First, 1683 First Ave. @ East 87th St., NY, NY 10028
I ask all New York bloggers to help us spread the word about this event!
When: Wednesday, March 10th from 7:00 PM until whenever they throw us out!
Where: Who's on First, 1683 First Ave. @ East 87th St., NY, NY 10028
I ask all New York bloggers to help us spread the word about this event!
Thursday, March 04, 2004
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
Tuesday, March 02, 2004
Monday, March 01, 2004
SuitMan and I had a long talk tonight...(I swear I'll get to Daddy soon)....in the middle of our talk where he kept referring btinging up things that involved the good times that we had shared and so forth, I finally asked the hard question that I didn't want to ask, but knew I had to ask if I was going to finally bring it to closure with him.
"Why did it not work out between us?"
I told him to take his time but I wanted a blunt, honest answer from him.
There was a long, long, incredibly long pause on the other end of the line.
"You started getting too close," he finally said. "You're someone I could have really fallen in love with and it scared me."
The long pause again...this time from my end of the phone.
"To be honest, I don't think I got that close," was the only thing I could come back with. It was an honest statement because there was so much more to him than what I got to know. I had always been honest with him from the time we got back from the chorus retreat in upstate New York. I wanted to take it slow. I wanted to get to know him. I wanted to move at a pace that was comfortable for him. I didn't want to push, I didn't want to shove, I didn't want to lean on him too hard. I knew he was holding back and I was slowly chipping away at his exterior.
We went through everything from that point on...from our first meeting to the point where I decided that it was going to have to be enough to be his friend. We went through the litany of friends who had warned me against getting too seriously involved with him because it was simply destined for heartbreak -- even before he mentioned he was going to move back to Colombia and my conscious decision to pursue it anyway. He knew that I saw through the facades he put up -- the attitude, the occasional obnoxious fit, everything. I saw through it to the person that was deep inside, the true inner beauty that was...well, is...SuitMan. He told me that it was brave, courageous, and pretty daring for me to keep at him over and over, slowly peeling away the layers and risking my own personal emotions to get to know him better.
I finally admitted to him that I would have risked it all for him -- broken heart and all. It was more than I had banked on telling him, but we were both being very honest at that point and I thought he should know.
"And I don't regret it," I told him. "Not at all. You're an incredible, amazing person and I cherish the time we spent together. The greatest thing a person can ever do is love with all their heart regardless of the outcome, regardless of what happens, regardless of whether or not it is returned. To love is the greatest risk but it can also be the greatest reward. And either way you learn from it and you grow. I wasn't in love with you but had we moved forward I probably would have been sooner rather than later. And yeah. I wouldn't have regretted it all."
Silence from his end of the phone.
"Thank you."
"No. Thank you."
(Of course there's more that was said as well but....I think I finally have the closure I need.)
"Why did it not work out between us?"
I told him to take his time but I wanted a blunt, honest answer from him.
There was a long, long, incredibly long pause on the other end of the line.
"You started getting too close," he finally said. "You're someone I could have really fallen in love with and it scared me."
The long pause again...this time from my end of the phone.
"To be honest, I don't think I got that close," was the only thing I could come back with. It was an honest statement because there was so much more to him than what I got to know. I had always been honest with him from the time we got back from the chorus retreat in upstate New York. I wanted to take it slow. I wanted to get to know him. I wanted to move at a pace that was comfortable for him. I didn't want to push, I didn't want to shove, I didn't want to lean on him too hard. I knew he was holding back and I was slowly chipping away at his exterior.
We went through everything from that point on...from our first meeting to the point where I decided that it was going to have to be enough to be his friend. We went through the litany of friends who had warned me against getting too seriously involved with him because it was simply destined for heartbreak -- even before he mentioned he was going to move back to Colombia and my conscious decision to pursue it anyway. He knew that I saw through the facades he put up -- the attitude, the occasional obnoxious fit, everything. I saw through it to the person that was deep inside, the true inner beauty that was...well, is...SuitMan. He told me that it was brave, courageous, and pretty daring for me to keep at him over and over, slowly peeling away the layers and risking my own personal emotions to get to know him better.
I finally admitted to him that I would have risked it all for him -- broken heart and all. It was more than I had banked on telling him, but we were both being very honest at that point and I thought he should know.
"And I don't regret it," I told him. "Not at all. You're an incredible, amazing person and I cherish the time we spent together. The greatest thing a person can ever do is love with all their heart regardless of the outcome, regardless of what happens, regardless of whether or not it is returned. To love is the greatest risk but it can also be the greatest reward. And either way you learn from it and you grow. I wasn't in love with you but had we moved forward I probably would have been sooner rather than later. And yeah. I wouldn't have regretted it all."
Silence from his end of the phone.
"Thank you."
"No. Thank you."
(Of course there's more that was said as well but....I think I finally have the closure I need.)
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