Happy Fourth

I had a blast last night just an ol' barbecue party with my colleagues. We were supposed to go party at House of Blues last night but It was pretty late. I was too lazy to go home and get ready. I had a chance to have a deep conversation with Mario under six bottles of beer and that was one of the reasons too I stayed there 'til two. Oh, its actually 1:30am when we left but I just wanted to rhyme the time. =)

Well, I have to get ready coz I have to attend two dinner parties. I know, crazy schedule.

Happy 4th of July everyone!

Photo by: Mark Paul

Bye Bye to the Bi's

I am turning out to be a hater this days, I think it's because I am drinking too much "Hatorade" at work. Well first of all, Adam Lambert did not get the Idol title few weeks ago. Remember Steve from my previous posts? I texted him coz I wanted to know who was the Idol winner (He was somewhere in Texas that time and technically he was 2 hours ahead of time from us) He replied after a decade saying "Yeah, Kris Allen won the Idol, can't talk, I'm driving." Alright, no talk then. I totally understand.

Meanwhile, I was browsing FUBAR that night, checking out the hottest stuff from that site. I came across a profile of a 25 years old white Navy guy from Jacksonville, Florida. Based on the muscles screaming out of his shirt and the masculinity that he possessed in his photos. You could tell he's a pure straight dude but after a five hour chat, he told me "I consider myself as a Bi!" Again, my are-you-kidding-me face was shown and again, WTH! Of course, flirting was expressed into words and I could say we clicked. That wasn't the last time we've chatted 'til last Monday, I saw him online and I said Hi, he did not reply. Saw him again online the next day, waiting for him to say something but he didn't say nothing and today I said Hi again but I didn't get a Hi back.

Given that bisexual dudes are into both ways but it was disappointing when you see a connection with them then suddenly a stop sign cue was posted without giving us a notice. I can't help but wonder if there was a genuine connection or we have to wave our goodbyes and consider them like straight dudes that doesn't care about how we feel?

Kansas City, Missouri Getaway

It was exactly a year ago when I flew to Kansas with my folks to visit my Brother. We stayed for four days. Our flight was at 6:45 in the evening of May 7th and we flew back early morning of May 12th. I haven't released any of our vacation photos yet-even in my myspace account-but now that I have the time, I'll share some shots and clips I took from our trip. Take a look.

Egg Hunting

Well, if you could tell me the exact number of eggs he has and a plus if you'd find the bird.

Happy Easter!

Model: Dave August

Photo Credit: Peter D Brown

See more of his NSFW photos in Manhuntdaily.com

Soiree II

“Hey Mark, I’m coming down to L.A. next Thursday and Friday. Is there any way we could meet up?”

That was the text message I received from Steve, a bloke from Colorado. A Credit Account Consultant and travels a lot for work. He gave me a two hour lecture of the business he does but to make it easier for you to understand, preparing a proposal then closing a gazillion dollar account is his forte, so basically, making moolah is what he really does for living. He got married when he was 18, has two lovely kids but decided to sign the divorce paper after two years.

We’ve been texting for months since I’ve met him thru Manhunt. The first meeting was supposed to be in Toronto but our schedule did not jive. He had a dinner meeting and it was late when he texted me back. He was fully loaded the next day so it did not work for us either. He said, he might have a schedule in San Diego but he doesn’t know when. He travels mostly in east coast. In DC, New York, New England, Baltimore and some other cities like Chicago, Tampa, Ft Lauderdale, Miami, Dallas, Kansas City, Atlanta, San Francisco, Los Angeles and even some areas in Canada too like Vancouver, Winnipeg, Alberta, Ottawa and his favorite city, Toronto. He’s fortunate to travel all 50 states. God, I would love to have his job.

When I got his text, I have no Idea what to reply. I wanted to see him but I have not tried driving to L.A. alone and I don’t have the guts to drive that far. Thank God he called me that night telling me he’s willing to get a hotel accommodation in Carlsbad area- almost 40 miles from where I’m at. I told him and made myself clear that “no expectations, whatever happen happens” and agreed with it.

I lied about him to my folks. I told them I’m going to spend a night with my friends from work and we might hit the beaches the next day. I hate to lie but they were undeniably convinced when I was telling them my piece. Well, honestly I’m pretty bad at it but have I mentioned I’m a very good actor?

I knocked three times on the door with three bold digits next to it. The door opened and there he was, Steve wearing an orange Lacoste polo shirt and a pair of jeans. I went straight inside and noticed there’s only one (king size) bed in that room, sweet! After a small talk, we head out to grab a dinner. I’m not familiar with the area so we ended up eating in a pub. It was not that bad but it was not the place we pictured ourselves having dinner. We went back to the hotel early at 20 because I wanted to watch the Idol elimination. He changed his clothes to PJ’s. He asked me to rub his back, well I have no choice but to say yes. Free food and free hotel in exchange of a back rub? That’s nothing.

Idol was over and it’s time for me to get ready to go to bed. I took a shower, brush my teeth and when I got back he’s already underneath the sheets. I lay beside him and started cuddling. The light was turned off and next thing I know, we were missing our clothes and looking for lube.

~The end~

Soiree

I know I've been idle for weeks but I've got a juicy story for you to tell that happened last Thursday and still cannot believe that finally, I got my own version of Bryan Boy's "You Can Keep Me Here" entry he posted on his blog site months ago.

I really want to keep everything unspoken/unwritten but I thought I'd give you guys an update. Well, unfortunately I have to save the details for now and promise its going to be my very first entry for the month of April.

A Prospect and Three Long Island

I felt really bad and weird about what happened last weekend. Going out clubbing is not really my thing and I feel old dancing with the new generation of songs playing by Mr. DJ until that Saturday. Here are the details and a shocking highlight of that night’s event.

I was asked if I wanted to go to a club in La Jolla by Lisa (a friend/colleague) coz Kevin’s (a colleague and a friend) friend was DJ-ing that night and we were fortunate to be in the VIP list because of him-Kevin, I forgot to thank you for that. 22 is the time we’ve decided to meet up. We’ve phoned every single person from work but only five of us went out that night. I was planning not to go with them, knowing I have to be at store early next day but screw that, I have not gone to a club in a long while.

Driving to La Jolla is not convenient for those people who lives in the south. It’s approximately more than 25 miles from where I live and thank God I was not the designated driver. Lisa drove after we picked her up from her place. I was asked to call Kevin for direction but I decided to text him than talk to him on the phone-I don’t know why but you’ll figure it out after you read the last word of this entry-I was using Lisa’s not so user-friendly phone so I was like a 75 years old who’s trying to text for the first time. While I was typing, the phone rang and it was Kevin, I was panicking and passed it to Cecilia instead. The direction was asked and he texted it to us, and luckily it was correct. =)

Walking downtown La Jolla is so cool. No traffic, gorgeous guys everywhere. Imagine it was a beautiful Saturday night and it’s not even crowded. We went into this two storey building and I heard the party just started. We ordered our drinks right away and I saw Kevin from afar walking towards us. We hit the dance floor but I did not dance right away, I’m still browsing the crowd and seems like there were 90 percent Asian and 10 percent mixed. Lisa was dancing in front of me when a 6’2” tall dude reached out his hand to get Lisa’s attention. He introduced himself to me and Jean Michel (a Friend) and apparently his name is Mark as well, WTH. He introduced his buddy named Jeff. He’s white around 5’11” and according to Jean Michel, they’re from La Mesa area. We’ve lost those dudes after we went back from the car. We bought our next round and we saw Kevin with two other friends. I just remember one of those dudes named Jeremy and that’s it. A cute photographer caught my eye and I told Lisa to tell him to take one frame of us but instead of her doing that, she asked Kevin to do it. He took the photo and gave us his business card without even smiling. So never mind cute photographer, we’re going back to the dance floor. Meanwhile, I heard Lady Gaga busting her lungs singing Poker Face, and us busting our asses to the dance floor. After a couple of songs, we’re ready to have our third round and I’ve chosen to have another long island. I could feel the alcohol numbing my senses but I still manage to brag my dance moves. Everybody’s dancing. I’m dancing with Lisa and Jean Michel, with Cecilia and I danced with her husband too, Felson. I saw Kevin around dancing alone. I caught their attention seeing me dancing with my hands over his shoulders facing him. I know the first time I did it was only a tease but I did try to dance with him again for the second time and it was not only a minute. Damn, I’m a whore!

From left to right: Felson, Cecilia, Mark, Jean Michel, Lisa and Kevin

The lights went on and the crowd begins to fade. It was around 2 when we started to roll going south. I realized what happened at the club was weird and somehow wrong. Kevin was not a close friend of mine for me to dance with him like that. He’s one of the coolest guys at work even though I hate when they tease us every time I go to the pharmacy yet he always plays it cool. I’d like to apologize to him but my friends was telling me its not necessary. Well, It was a club anyway and we were just having fun.

I know right?!