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?!

Missed Connection

I've been a fan of Craigslist Missed Connections since last year when a friend introduced me to just check some interesting postings from this site, I mean "crazy" shots. Never missed a day since then, thinking I might be one of those hopefuls that made a connection by just looking in the eye and making some gestures. Anyway, here's one of my faves, enjoy reading it.

"You were wearing a black shirt, blue jeans, and an apron. I was wearing the same sans the apron. It was several years ago but I still remember the "moment". You were the new guy in the restaurant and I was the hot shot bartender ( pun intended ). When we ran into each other and you were introduced to me something something amazing happened. For some odd reason the planet stopped spinning. In Fact everything stopped. Time stopped. people stopped. The soda guns stopped. The fryers stopped. Everything. It was the briefest moment that lasted forever. I can still remember it even today without effort. The sun light was blasting through the door from the patio and it seemed to make you glow in that dark dining room. Your tall, lanky figure popped out like a bright image burning itself onto my minds eye.

You fell in love with me. I couldn't understand why. You are such a tremendous person. Beautiful beyond your environment. I never understood why you liked working in that foul place. I knew I could handle it. Grisly gay men drinking them selves stupid every night. Crowding the floor as you tried to squeeze by with plates of hot food. Scandalous, self-indulgent employers who happily buried that place in poorly planned financial choices. And seemed to laugh as they did so. NO, it didn't make sense. You seemed to be so far beyond that. You were the sweetest thing. Honest and real. Positive, kind, generous and compassionate. You were Mother Teresa. Patrolling the slums for outcasts. You suffered such disrespect. But you were always able to cast your smile my way.

We started dating. We shared a kiss by the light house. Then you dumped me because I said I might be moving soon. We cried in the car like children. I moved to LA but we stayed together anyway. Then our lives were interupted by a jealous roommate. It damaged our relationship but only because I Made poor choices in that time. We began to fight. A lot. I moved in with you and your parents for a breif while and lost my old friends in the process. I did that for you. I told my staunch republican, Irish Catholic father that I am gay. I did that for you. I gave up a lot. I cried a lot. I swore a lot. I got angry and cynical a lot. I did that for you. I lost touch. I drank heavily. I worked in that lousy gay bar down the street. I gained wait. Stopped going to school and drank more. We still made love but fought more often. Remember that house a rented a room in? It was great but my roommates didn't care for me much. I was reclusive, Withdrawn, Uninvolved and a drunk. Then we got in a fight at work and that was the last straw. It was my fault. In between break ups and getting back togethers I slept with someone else. It ruined you. I felt terrible. And what choice of a guy too. I am a sleeze ball. I am a filthy dirtbag. A typical "guy". An unforgivable wretch!

Then you know very well what happened. I packed my things. Threw everything in the truck late one night and got ready to go back home. Then you came by and tried to stop me. You even jumped in the back of my truck! haha, you were so crazy. The sweetest thing. Mother Teresa. I got you out and drove home to mom and my now depressed, disgruntled father in that pitiful small little town where nothing good happens to guys like me.

Two years went by. We hadn't talked but I heard About you through the gape vine. Fags love talk about everyone's business. On some lonely nights I would check out your myspace. Check out the pictures of you and your new man. MY heart would ache. My stomach would become a mixture of burning regret, depression, and anger. Then cynicism. I Moved back to LA. Met some guys here and there. But nothing like you. I worked a few nowhere, nothing jobs. In empty bars. For strangers. I later moved to San Diego. Tried to go back to school but couldn't make it work. I served tables. I hosted. I was everybody's bitch. I got bad gigs and some not so bad. My parent's worries become lost hopes. My roaring twenties began to wane into approaching 30's. But I made some new friends and dated guys here and there. But none of them came close to you. yes, you never seemed to leave my mind. Your image burned so ferociously upon my minds eye. Your good looks and sweet eyes. Your soft voice and even softer lips. You kissed like you couldn't get enough and when you did every part of me fought to get out and become a part of you. I thought of you every day. I played back moments from our lives and struggled to figure out what went wrong. I hoped in secret that we would meet again and fall back in love and would I be able to treat you once and for like you always wanted me to. Like you should have been treated and like I'm sure your boyfriend treats you now. No, I had lost you.

Then something marvelous happened. I had a bad reaction to some drugs and ended up in the hospital. I came close to death and can remember seeing my life flash before my eyes. I saw my sister for some reason. As a child playing in the yard. That moment scared everything out of me. You Sent me a message on myspace that I hadn't responded to but now I felt like it was time to see you again. You sounded like your old self on the phone. That soft voice just like I remember it. I gave you some sappy story about how I almost kicked the bucket and your sweet compassionate heart, unchanged by degree of time, pain, or suffering, opened right up and started gushing tears of empathy. You came to visit me and we met up for dinner. You told me about your boyfriend and how great things were. We went for a walk in the cactus garden and I showed you my favorite spot. Then we settled in the rose garden and I took a picture of you. I still have it.

We fell into old feelings. We talked about love. Then before you left you tried to stop yourself but you were doomed from the moment you first decided to drive to San Diego. We Kissed. It was everything. After that we tried to make something happen But I couldn't go through with it. You were engaged and I couldn't stomach the sneaking around. Besides. Your are not the cheating type. Not you. My sweet saint. My kind, compassionate, angel. Mother Teresa.

We saw each other again a few times but kept things simple. Your fiance is a lucky man and I don't have the right nor the will to fuck that up. Now you're married and we still talk occasionally. I try to resist calling you too often because I know how excited you get when I do and I know what that means. No I want you to live that life. I want you to be happily married to this freak who will do anything for you. I want you get a nice house and fill it with adopted children. Who will be the luckiest, happiest, most loved kids this fucked up world has ever seen. I want you to get that social worker job you've been talking about. I want to hear about your trips to foreign countries. Your vacation in Italy. Your anniversary in Paris and what ever the hell else this mister perfect has planned for you.

In the mean time I have decided to join the army. You know I've been planning it for a while. I'm sick of restaurants and I want to see foreign lands. I Want the government to pay for my school and I want a career in national security. So I can keep you and your family safe. SO your children wont wake up one day and wonder why the towers are burning. SO one day I can also find a family. Provide for them and love them.

You were the love of my life and my ultimate missed connection. You were wearing blue jeans and a black shirt. It was your first day of work and you were very nervous and when we caught each other's eyes everything stopped."

Location: San Diego
it's ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests
PostingID: 1004754156

That was the original posting. Almost die when I was reading the last few sentences. Thank goodness I saved it in my files coz the next day I looked for that Ad again, It was gone or people just flagged the entry.

Second Quarter

Spring time came in. Its time again to see more dudes in board shorts, Speedos, tan lines and more skin. I kept on going to that website which I’ve met and had a chance to date another dude named Leon Hambrook. I noticed him checking my profile every single day I’m online. This time I was not the one who made the first move and throws a pick up line. After a long thread of emails, meeting up was the next topic we’ve finalized. He wants to have sushi for dinner and agreed to pick me up at 6 at the store where I work at.

I worked that morning before our date. I took a shower, dress up and gargled the whole bottle of Listerine. I received a text from him saying he was there already. I walked inside the store and search for a 36 years old White Man, 6 ft 5 inches tall. I can’t remember the eye color, but definitely the size of his ding dong. I was talking to my co-worker asking her if she saw a tall white dude somewhere around the store and before she gave me an answer, I saw him walking in the aisle next to the aisle I was at with the help of our security mirrors. I decided to walk towards the main door to meet him there but we ended up meeting by the end of the aisle. Damn! He’s so freaking tall. We jumped in a white Toyota Rav4 and start the wheels rolling. He asked me again how old I was and I said “I’m 16 and I’m still in 10th grade” the he said “no way, seriously?” Then I said “I’m just kidding you dude.” And he said “good! Coz if you’re really 16, I have to drive you back home, I almost buy that.” Well I know I looked so young as my age. I remember, I was told by a random woman that she thought I was 12-I know right-I said “thank you but I’m not.” Back to the story, when I told him my real age he keeps on telling me he’s old so I threw him the same question. I was like “36 is not old, you’re 36 right?” and he was laughing without even saying a word. And he said “I told you I’m 36 coz I thought you might not be interested if I’ll tell you I’m 41.” I was speechless in a minute and I looked at him and he really does not look 41 to me. But the sad thing is how will you trust a guy who already lied to you? Anyways, we ended up going to Pacific Beach and eat in a Chinese Buffet Restaurant instead of Japanese. After that dinner, he showed me some stuff from an Adult store in Hillcrest and I really have to learn so much stuff seriously. We went to some Gay bars nearby. There’s one for Bears and Cubs, Twinks, a chill bar for everyone but we stopped in another chill bar in 5th Ave, had some beer and we played pool. I heard tons of stories from him and I choose not to go into details just to protect his privacy. We decided to go for a walk in Balboa Park afterwards to sober up. Stories was brought up again while gusting winds brushes the trees, oh it’s because of the airplanes that’s taking off the runway. We stood under that area and one plane went off the runway again and a strong gust of wind made a creepy sound but it was awesome. He grabbed me in my ass and lifted me like a little girl and he said “I always do that to my date.” I did not expect that for real but that was a sweet moment.

It was almost 12 when he drove me back home. I did not give him a lip lock but a friendly kiss on his cheeks and a sweet hug. Before I closed my eyes, he texted me that he got home safe and he had a great time. The detail of our second date is going to be my next entry.

Commercial Break

I supposed to continue my yearender but I'm dealing with a terrible headache and a mild fever right now so I was thinking you might want to see a commercial just to save my thoughts for my next entry. Enjoy!

It was sent to me last year and I want to give credit to my friend KITT-not his real name =)

Awww! I know right!

XLIII Superbowl

I was not surprised of the outcome of today's game between the Pittsburgh Steelers and the Arizona Cardinals. The Pittsburgh boys aggressive play dominated the game in the first half. I'm not a Steelers fan myself just so you know but I've watched how they beat our very own San Diego Chargers three weeks ago-that was the playoffs. However, the Arizona Cardinals tried to steal the game from their opponent in the middle of the fourth quarter. The score was 23-20 in favor of Arizona but a less than a minute stunning touchdown made by Santonio Holmes got his team back into the lead and the game ends with the score of 27-23.

Here is the classic winning touchdown made by Santonio Holmes

Another angle

I'm going to miss the Sunday football esp. the sexy asses jocks.

See you next season!

End of Month

I was out again today celebrating my co-worker’s baby shower and my yearender entry is going to miss the deadline. Oh wait, its overdue already. Well anyway, I’m so tired and I have to go to work early tomorrow. I just want to share some photos from the baby shower and I’ll see you guys tomorrow.

Daddy Mark and Mommy Iwalani

They were having a moment. haha

Chill fellas, don't get too excited. It's not a Bikini Open. It's only a "Diaper Making Game"

Opening Baby Noah's gift.

Before we head out.

And the fellas. She's not my kid, you can tell. lol

We started driving back south around 8 and it was creepy foggy. While driving home, I checked my phone and I had a text message from a dude from Texas-he was an online/phone "friend" for 14 months now and prior to that, I keep on receiving text messages from him this month but I surely won't reply back at him ever anymore. To find out why, just keep on checking my page and I'll post the details about him and the reason why I have to cut the connection.

P.S. Don't forget to watch the 43rd Superbowl Game tomorrow. Go Steelers! =)

Continuation

I noticed something’s missing from the First Quarter portion of my last entry. Lucas Garrison was the third dude I went out on a date with. Mid of March when we started talking. The approach was kind of normal. He said I’m cute-I know that already, *grin*. And complimented my lips a lot, well he said it was kissable (dude he needed a pair of bifocals) and just to be polite; of course I said “Thank you”. I haven’t gotten such a huge compliment ever and I don’t know how to acknowledge it. Anyway, He asked me to go out right away when we first chatted. We picked a day during the week and it was a Wednesday if I’m not mistaken. He insisted to pick me up so I told him to park in front of the store where I work and I’m just going to meet him there. When I was walking towards the store, I saw a 5 ft 7 inches tall, 31 years old white dude in front of the main entrance. He’s a mature Macaulay Culkin look-alike-not that look from Home Alone. He was wearing a leather jacket and looks so formal while I’m wearing a shirt and a pair of jeans with my fave leather shoes but I look so casual. I want to discuss what kind of car he has but I forgot what type and the maker of the car. It was a two seater red convertible sports car. Pretty cozy actually. We went to eat dinner in an Oriental restaurant called Pei Wei in Mission Valley. We decided to watch a movie after dinner and while walking toward the movie theatre, he grabbed my waist. It was somehow awkward coz in the first place, he’s a li’l shorter than me and second we were in public but I still played it cool. The movie was scheduled at 9:45pm and my watch reads 8:30pm. We roamed around the mall first, holding hands, coz we were so freaking early. It was freezing outside and we decided to go inside the movie theatre and we still have to wait for 45. We were the first couple in that room. We sat towards the very last row at the back. We were talking about stuff when suddenly his tongue was inside my mouth and I realized we were in the middle of a lip locking moment already. I aggressively fought back to show him my secret ability. I had his lower lip for 20 seconds. I stepped back when I felt his hand inside my shirt touching the most sensitive part of my chest. I said “what was that?” and then he smiled and the audience started to show up. He drove me home after and sealed the night with a kiss.

Thirteenth Month

I have no chance to write a year ender blog entry during the holidays so now I’m giving it a shot. Basically, what happened last year was a tremendous transformation of my existence. I tried to go out on a date with several dudes, travel to a lot of places, got my first digital SLR camera courtesy of my brother and a load of interesting tale I’ve experienced. I have to split it into four segments so you guys are not going to get bored.

First Quarter

I’ve been a member of “Gay Hook up Sites” since 05 but I started to chat with some guys, late of 07 just to try to meet new personas and possibly hit the dating scene. Chatting was my life every time I’m off. Some guys are cool but most of them are well, so “gay” and too obsess about themselves. Then I met Christopher Moore-my first real date. I saw him in the list of dudes who viewed my profile so I checked his profile too. He was 39 years old white dude, riding a sports bike in his photo. I wrote him a message saying “nice bike, how’s it going?” and that’s how the conversation flourished into a friendship and lead us not into something kinky but most likely a rated G manner, we decided to meet up on a date. He was originated from New Jersey. He was a computer graphic designer when he was in East Coast. A cousin of him here in San Diego asked him to be his roommate so he decided to move here for good. We went out for quite sometime and he’s definitely the sweetest guy ever but I realized there are a lot of things that he needed to focus on, so before the summer time kicked in, I stopped going out with him. The good thing is, we did not burn the bridge connecting us and recently he told me he’s going back to New Jersey. I’m not going to tell any details but I think that’s a good move for him.

I did not expect it’s going to be a hectic week for me before lover’s day hits the calendar. It was the 12th (Tuesday) when a dude named Dan asked me to have a lunch date with him. He was tall and way older than Chris. Anyway, we went to eat in a Thai restaurant somewhere in North Park area. He’s a freelance buy and sell property agent and we’ve talked about houses, properties, more houses and more properties. I got home full and ready to take a nap. The next day (Wednesday) was the day for Chris. We went to watch a movie “Cloverfield’ and that was it. Lover’s day (Thursday) was the day I spent with my “single” friends from work. Cheesecake Factory was our dinner venue and we’ve watched “Step up 2” afterwards. The post lover’s day, the 15th (Friday) was for my Filipino friends. They really want to go out that Thursday but with my fully booked planner that week, I can’t even squeeze my stress relief session. We had a good dinner though in a Mexican restaurant called Guadalajara in the heart of Old Town. And to wrap up the story, here’s a photo of us in Old Town.

Before the first quarter ends, I’ve meet another dude online named Leon and the rest of the details of our dates started in April.

Reconnecting

There is something wrong going on today. My days has been calm since last weekend, til today, I received a text message from a dude I’ve dated (not exclusive) after 61 days of not hearing any news from him-well, he texted me last New Year- but I haven’t gotten a chance to really talk to him just to see whats new in his life and stuff or say “Hi” at least.

I was thinking of not sending him a reply coz the last time I called him, he was going out with the dude he’s seeing so I thought it’s better for me to just disappear from the picture forever but after a couple of hours, could not help myself but to press some keys and hit the send button. My first text says, “Don’t tell me that was a booty call?” and he replied “lol. Damn right!” so I texted, “Well, I’ll pass, thank you though!” but so much for that. He asked me if I was home and when I said yes he called me and we were talking about stuff like him and Alex-the dude he was dating for awhile-is going to take their relationship to the next level which is moving-in together, must be nice but he mentioned that Alex always brings violence into their relationship and he doesn’t like it, so if the moving-in-together-step will not work out, then he said they have to call it quits. I’m really glad we had that talk. He was saying, he doesn’t have the time for himself or hang out with his friends for four months and now he got his normal schedule back, he could reconnect with his friends again and he still owes me a dinner so I think I’m gonna see him again after all.

After we hang up the phone, I checked my mail and I got a friend request in myspace from a dude named Eduardo. When I opened it, it was the dude from San Antonio Texas(originally). It was Edward-the dude that I met online-Manhunt- and wants to meet me in Vegas back then. We stopped texting/calling each other in a long while. Just to give you some background, He has a 17 y/o son and a 13 y/o daughter, was divorced for ten years now. He was the sweetest guy I’ve ever met online but his “Peter Pan,” not that impressive.