He bites!

I wrote this months ago but never posted it, but given my current topic i thought it definitely deserves to be read :) Hope it still flows well.

What a night! I'm sure i've said that before, but this was way different. In the past it was probably about clubbing or going out or even getting laid or something like that. This night involved none of those but it was incredible. Of course you all remember what happened in NY. If i'm going to blog about him I need a name... i'm sure i will come up with something. Or maybe i shouldn't be blogging about him. Maybe i should keep some things to myself, or between us. At the very least i'm writing this for posterity. I'm going to call him sabra (the hebrew word for a prickly pear)- because he can be a prick on the outside, but he's really sweet on the inside.

Things were not looking good, after last Thursday's experience, and getting caught out in a lie. I had another friend who was in town for the weekend. Straight, married. I told my parents I was going to be out with him. Who is he? A friend. Religious? Yes. What's his name? _____. Well what kind of jewish name is that?! Then the weather turned ugly. He was here for a weekend and ever since he arrived it had been raining nonstop. So much for summer. Really i just wanted to hang out with him, and if we'd be forced to spend the day in his hotel room I wouldn't have minded (put away all your naughty thoughts please, this is not one of those posts).

Anyway, I drove to meet him, and went up to his hotel room. I don't know why I was so nervous. True I'd never met him before, but I felt like I knew him. We'd been chatting and texting and emailing for months, and speaking on the phone. With trepidation (unwarranted of course) I knocked on the door. He answered it without a shirt on, damn he's cute :) . He invited me in and he finished getting dressed as we chit chatted about stuff. Before we left, he sat on my lap and kissed me. Not like a smooch, but a real kiss. What? Now I want to stay! Ok, fine, let's go. But what to do?

There were a few options but it was early to go clubbing or something like that. So instead we went out for a walk, along the river, into the city. Just talking, walking aimlessly, with no set destination, making turns randomly, just talking about life. At one point he was about to take me into a store. I know he didn't like my shoes, but he claimed to like everything else I was wearing. Claimed being the operative word. Now i'm all for receiving presents, but on a first date?! Seriously, kidding. Good he was comfortable enough to be straight up with me.

Eventually we made it back and thought we'd head in the general direction of the club that someone had recommended to me. It was early so we thought maybe a bar would be a good idea first. We went to the closest gay one but it didn't seem open. Or happening. So he called a friend of his instead. A drag queen, who recommended a couple of places in the area. We hit the first one, it was a nice hangout. We had a couple of drinks, I sat on a stool so we could see eye to eye. Yeah he was shorter than me, not that I minded, just something I noticed. Actually he noticed it too while walking. Well we got closer as the night went on. There was lots of playing, necking, kissing, biting (more on that later) more kissing. It seems once we started there was no stopping us. He did notice what looked like a hickie on the side of my neck and got a bit concerned. But there was nothing that could be done about that.

We went back to my car and onto the next place suggested. There was some reggae music on, pretty empty though. Lots of places to take advantage of me, and that he did. In the car, out of the car, in the bar. Ouch he can bite though. I'll have to be careful with him. After a drink we stopped in the city. Some colleagues of his were out for a drink so we joined them. A fun group of people, but the night was getting late and my boy was getting tired. So after some more beer and a bunch of laughs we bid them farewell and back to my car. Of course before we got to my car there was some passion on the street :)

It was time to call it a night, and I dropped him off at his hotel. I got a goodnight kiss (well more than 1) and said goodbye. It was sad to see him go, but I knew i'd see him again. I had to. Lots of thoughts were running through my head. This is what it feels like to really like a guy. I remember when he said something once way back when we were chatting. He told me he was ready to settle down and find a husband and I was at the top of his list. I don't know if he was serious or kidding, but I knew I liked him, not that i'd actually met him at the time, but this comment had always stuck in my mind.

Don't get me wrong. I wasn't ready for anything serious, nor was I looking for it. But it was nice to know that somewhere down the track being more than friends might be a possibility. I realised things would need to change. Not for him, but for me. I'd been busy enjoying life the past 12 months but I missed companionship. I hadn't really had a serious relationship. Ever. Mr Z didn't count - that was training wheels (hope he's not reading this). Things would really need to change. There's no way I could even try to sustain a relationship in the situation i'm in. I need to move on in life. I've graduated university, time to find a proper job, time to move out, and hopefully time to come out. The fact that he lives in another city just creates another hurdle. And I know i'm looking very far ahead right now and shouldn't be. What I do know is I have another great friend I'd like to see more of. If something develops, then good. If not, i have another friend for life :) Oh, and and one more thing. He asked if I needed him to pay for my plane tickets to come visit. Now i'm all for sugar daddies and people buying me things (i think i mentioned that once already, haha) and yes i'm looking for work while he's gainfully employed. But this is something I need to do for myself. I can't be going into this relying on other people for everything.

Oh and one more thing. I came home, it wasn't too late and my parents were still up. What are those marks on the back of your neck? It looks like you've been clawed! exclaimed my mother. I couldn't say anything but "i dunno what you're talking about". I then went to my room and took a photo of the offending marks. I don't even know whether they were hickies or bite marks. I could see the one on the side and why he was worried, but i don't know how he missed the one on the back. It seriously looked like i'd been attacked by something.

Well actually, i had, by someone, and i loved it :)

So that's the story... morning glory.

I'm totally non-confrontational. That's my problem!

Well let me rephrase that. I'm very non-confrontational in person. Yet for some reason if i'm really pissed off at someone i'll usually let it simmer for a while (or more accurately boil inside) and then i'll do something stupid like send that person an email or text letting it all out. A word to the wise... don't. It's stupid. All it will do is piss of the other person and you probably won't even get your point across which is what you were trying to do in the first place.

Well you probably know about the whole new york debacle. I blogged about it before but now i'm heading back there because there's a continuation to the story. The following is a message I got from him after the whole thing followed by my reply I sent him once i'd sort of calmed down. It's edited slightly.

OMG!!!!!!! U can not possibly imagine what has happened to me overnite. I lost both phones, the one u got me and my blackberry, after dinner in the city we went to some bar and i left it there by mistake.

I can not apologise to u over and over again last nite, without the phones i had no way of connecting with u. My laptop internet went down and only now have i been able to log on and message. YOU!

I am again so sorry but to be honest i was more stressed that i had lost the phone and then the nitemare wouldve begun! I will get the phone back in an hour or so and so then we can chat and i can make up for last nite.

anyway, welcome to my world where there are dramas all around the corner!

call u when i get the phone


Well that was it. He called me a few hours after but I really wasn't interested in talking. I didn't so much as hang up on him, rather i told him I didn't want to speak to him then. Later that night he was busy with work but he said he'd call me when he was done. For a while i didn't think he'd actually call, but he did, it was around 11 or 12 and I was in bed already.

"So when are we hanging out?" he asked.
"Well we're not. I head to JFK tomorrow at about midday." We did have a bit of a chat but that was it. I found it hard to be mad at him. But i was. I left the next day and a couple days after arriving home I sat down to send him a message.

I'm sorry if parts of this will sound harsh, but it is what it is, and i hope you understand why i'm so upset. This was something i'd been looking forward to for months. We'd been chatting online for ages, spoken on the phone. It was my last weekend in NY. I kept my sunday pretty free because we were supposed to be hanging out (yes I actually did have to say no to people who wanted to hang out before I left). I'd planned on coming out to my sister before i left (which i did btw), so really hanging out with you was pretty much the last thing I had to look forward to before I left. First you were gonna visit some friends of yours and that turned into dinner with them. I got home at like 9.30 ish, thinking ok you're out to dinner. I called you at 10, to see what you were up to and to let you know I was home and ready whenever. I stayed there, getting bored, watching tv, waiting for your phone call. I called u again at 12. By 1 I gave up and went to bed, really pissed off. I woke up, no missed calls, no texts, i think i called u at 2, again no answer. I just thought well fuck you. I met with a friend for coffee in Soho, and i pretty much let it all out on him. Anyway, i know its not your fault, and shit happens, but all that time I was just so mad i got my hopes up of meeting you because clearly you had better plans.

Maybe we had diferent ideas of what was actually going to happen, or what we wanted to happen, but NY is gone. A missed opportunity. And you deciding to come to visit me doesn't quite come close to what could've happened in NY. In new york i had as much freedom as i wanted, and here i'm still learning how far i can push the boundaries. Sydney would be an option, and maybe had we met in new york i'd be making plans to head to sydney soon. But we didn't, so who knows if/when i'll be seeing you :(

Sorry for turning it into a rant but it's how i feel/felt. Even if it sounds all drama queenish. I wrote it in stages and probably forgot half the things i wanted to say, but i needed to get it off my chest.

That was it. I never got a response.

I'll leave you with a thought. It's one thing to say you're sorry. It's another to act like you mean it.

Brisvegas or Brisneyland? How about neither?

I'm back from my most recent trip to Brisbane, and what a difference it was from my previous trip a few months ago. Back then I spent some time checking out the city, the nightlife, the gay scene. All that kind of stuff.


To be honest, it left a lot to be desired. I checked out a place called the Sportsmans Hotel. There were a bunch of guys playing pool. A few old guys, a few young guys. Not really my crowd. I sat down at the bar and had a beer, and got hit on by a senior citizen. I tried the Wickham Hotel next. It was actually alot better. Not great, but there was a decent crowd of people. I had some beers with a few guys I met there. Of course they told me I needed to be in town on the weekend if I wanted to experience what Brisbane had to offer, but that wasn't an option for me. One actually told me he'd be at Sporties (as the Sportsman Hotel is known) the next day for some karaoke if I wanted to join him. Sounded like a bit of fun, so I figured i'd see how my day went.


They headed off but the night was still young, so I checked out Megabeat. Its a nightclub but I guess I was too early for the 2am crowd, because other than the bartender I was 1 of about 2 guys in the entire building. So of course I got chatting and drinking with him. There was a show by some old drag queen, and there were a small crowd of girls there so I wasn't the only one to shake my booty and embarrass myself. But i digress. This guy, who was a blondie, seemed to be more into me than I was into him. And i'd had too much to drink by that time, so of course when the crowd grew and there were more entertaining people to chat with, I moved on. And blondie was pissed, lol. I got chatting to another guy and we ended up leaving together and started walking home. Yes he came back with me, but no we didn't do anything. We were both exhausted, it was past 3am and I had work the next morning and had to be on time. But the company was great :)

The next day was my welcome lunch at the company. This is Brisbane and no there are no kosher places around. There are barely any jews around! Well it made things easier that I don't keep kosher 100%. And by that I mean I will eat non-kosher, but will stay away from non-kosher meats, and everything else that by definition is not-kosher. So no lobster, crab or prawns for me either, but with those restrictions in mind, there are plenty of places to eat. I didn't need a vegetarian place. Regular eateries had something I could eat. (One of my workmates did actually say to me once "but you can eat kosher pork, right?"). Anyway lunch was nice, met most of the employees at the office there and it was all on the company's bill :) .

I did end up going back to Sporties to check out this karaoke. It was bit sad but it was better than nothing, and I hung out with the best looking guy of the bunch that I had met that night. I will not go into detail about what we got up to that night. But his place had a nice balcony, with a great view of the city, and it was only a short walk back to my hotel afterwards.

The next night I was hoping for a bit more excitement. A friend of mine was in the area for a long weekend away so he drove up for the night. We first went walking through the city and ended up at the casino. We had something to eat at their restaurant and met up with a friend of his who recommended we head to Fortitude Valley which is supposedly where the nightlife is supposed to be. Unfortunately for Brisbane that means a bunch of loud drunk teenagers and a lot of cops. It really wasn't much, and it was a Thursday night!

Well that was the end of my first trip. I went back a couple weeks ago and this trip was so much different! For starters I didn't do much there after hours, just chilled out at home. Home being my company's apartment in a building that overlooks the city which was really cool. Really nicely decked out.


I did have a guest over one night after work. No not THAT type of guest. I had a friend i'd been chatting to on gaydar. He lived in Sydney but was heading to Brisbane for work the following week. And 2 days later I found out that I would be too. So he came over one night for a few drinks before his flight back home, that was nice. Other than that I was just busy with work and chilling out after work. And that's how the trip ended. To be fair there's nothing inherently wrong with Brisbane, but after spending so much time in New York I'm used to more. More people, more nightlife. Everything seems small compared to it.

I came home and had one day left for the week at work. It consisted of a couple hours work, an extended lunch meeting at a restaurant with a coworker and associate and then a stop at a pub on the way back. Now if only every week ended like that :)

j

Life update #2

My last post was filled with a bunch of things that had been going on in my life over the past few months. I decided to break it up into 2 posts because I knew i'd never get it finished if i didn't so here we go with part 2.

Passover has come and gone, and I was generally a good boy, no leavened bread for me. Of course that doesn't mean I was offline, so i got a bunch of number of guys that wanted to hang out, but of course I couldn't do it. No I cannot go out and have a drink, but some people just don't understand. Some thought I was just fobbing them off. Oh well, not much I can do.

A crazy thing did happen though. Of course you would remember the crazy chick. You know, the random chick that rocked up to my going away party in a gay bar in New York thanks to my stalker who made a facebook event at the same time and place as my party. I will call her Crazy Bitch because I couldn't be stuffed coming up with a name for her. So Crazy Bitch, as in first name crazy, last name bitch. So I was at a friends place, and another friend of his was there too. Part of the conversation began like this: "How about we set up Crazy with X? X invited me over for a meal, maybe i'll bring her with." Of course I butt in "Which Crazy?" "Crazy Bitch" "As in THE Crazy Bitch that rocked up to my going away party in New York?" "That's the one." Well my friend knew the story, but his friend didn't. So i gave him a brief rundown about my stalker and Crazy Bitch. Of course i left off the bit that it was a gay bar.


So Crazy Bitch is in town, but that's not the end of it. That night I went to the supermarket, not the one i usually go to, a different one this time. And of course who is there? Crazy Bitch. Crap. I avoided eye contact, did my shopping and left. Would she recognise me from New York? Who knows. Of course, thats not the end of it either. Later that night I got a message from Crazy Bitch on facebook. To my real account. She introduced herself and asked if I wanted to hang out because she was visiting. Do i reply? And if yes, what do i reply with? I let it go for a few days. I wanted to reply with something bitchy. Maybe something along the lines "I know who you are, i've met you before. I didn't want to hang out with you then and I still don't. Instead I just left it pretty tame. Primarily because I'm not really such an asshole.

But onto better things. I was at the gym last week, cute guy in the changing room, lol. He got on my train on the way home. I transferred and just made it onto the train i needed to get home before the doors closed. I sat down, forgetting about cute guy and began to read the newspaper. One stop before mine who do I see but cute guy from the gym. Sitting on the other side of the train, a few rows from me. He'd been there the whole time and I'd been to busy to notice he was there. And now he was getting off. Could've been another Mr Subway perhaps? ;)

Of course back to the serious stuff, I'm quite happy the way things are going in my life right now. Work is fine, home life is fine, i'm not interested in shaking anything up because I like the status quo. Too bad not everyone feels that way. My mother came to me sometime during passover. She wanted to know if I had given any thought to seeing someone and seeing if I could change. Didn't I want to have a regular family? Didn't I want kids? I told her there were other ways to have kids. Her response was a classic. "You are not going to have a child with 2 fathers, it's wrong." Oh well, I thought she'd gotten past all that.

As I mentioned I started going back to the gym, and got a few personal training sessions to start off with. The first one absolutely killed me. They say that you can really feel it a couple days after and I bloody hell could. I was in pain, my legs weren't as bad as my arms. They absolutely killed! I had to keep them at almost a 90 degree angle because it was too much pain to straighten them. I had plans for that Thursday night, and the Saturday night and the Sunday too but I cancelled them all. I just couldn't do anything that didn't involve my arms.

I met up with a friend after work this week for a few drinks. We found this random looking place, it looked like a garage or warehouse of some sort, but the front of it was some kind of restaurant or bar so we popped in. We found the bar, and it had a few fridges full of Asahi. Thats it. So we got 2 and I asked how much. "Oh it's free". Well this was going to be fun. It turned out to be some kind of Japanese modern art installation and was sponsored by Asahi. Free drinks and nibbles all night. I guess that makes me cultured :) It was a fun night!

And lastly i'm going interstate for work for a week. So as you do I changed my location on my manhunt and gaydar profile because it'd be nice to find someone to hang out with when i'm there. Well i got inundated with messages and chat requests and everything. Crazy stuff! One funny coincidence was that I got chatting to a guy from Sydney last week, seems like a really fun guy to chill with. Of course the only problem being that he's in Sydney, though he did mention he'd be in Brisbane for a few days for work this coming week. A couple days later i found out so will I! It looks like it'll be a fun week :) Which reminds me, i still have a post from my last trip there saved in drafts. I'd love to compare the two trips when i get back!

ttul
Jay

Contrary to popular belief...

Contrary to popular belief, I have not forgotten about you. I've just been really busy with work and life. I'm going away next week again for work, but I promise i'll finish the post i'm working on over this weekend so you all have something to read while i'm gone.

Ciao
J

It's been soooooooo long!

Yeah i know I have so much to tell the world, and not so much time to tell it all! The next few posts are going to be a bit over the place, I have things i need to write about from ages ago, some recent, and even found a blog post that I wrote and never posted. But i think i may post it soon enough.

It's been a crazy couple of months. Meeting lots of people, some for a drink, some for more than a drink. It's been a real roller coaster of sorts. Busy with work and my social life, it's been a real blast.

I've been making these little notes to remind myself what I want to write about and I hope i can bring this blog back to what it once was. I went out with a friend on Pride sunday. I'd been stood up the night before so I really needed to get out and enjoy myself. We hung out on Fitzroy st in St Kilda. Yes it was after the march, but it was still fun. We had a few drinks at a few places, ended up at the Prince which was packed. Managed to get outside eventually - as many people left their outside area would be the amount of people they let in. Met some interesting people out there, like someone who wanted to smell my shoe. His friend was cute so I let him, lol.

We popped into a place for some food before moving on to the Railway Hotel in Windsor - which of course I found out about from Rob the Drag Queens. We at least I think his name is Rob. The point is he's a friend of Mr Sydney's (yeah i'll get onto him in a later blog post, don't even ask). It had this cool outdoor area which is good on a warm evening. Lot's of eye candy too.


My mate has an iphone, so i introduced him to Grindr. I don't think he's forgiven me yet, lol. The one negative is that the bartender had no clue how to make a vodka sour. But besides that it's my new favourite place.


From there it was time for Love Machine. We had a blast, the only problem was we both had work the next day. But we partied and danced and drank and had a great time, including perving on one hot guy who were were trying to figure out if he was gay or not, lol. Maybe he was a footballer :) We left relatively 'early' after a great day out.

Fast forward to a few weeks later, it was a Sunday again and the next day was a public holiday. Of course we began at the Railway again, and then it was the perfect time to go to love machine we decided. Unfortunately so did a million others. The line was so long it was time for plan B. Only there was no plan B. My detective skills then came in to play. I knew a guy who it seems might have been a photographer there, maybe he could get me in. Only i didn't have his number. I knew his cousin, only didn't have his number either. Aha, facebook! We he didn't have his number on facebook either. I messaged him (the iphone came in handy :) ) and texted some people but no-one knew it. Either that or it was past midnight and they didn't respond. So we went walking up Commercial Road to see what else was happening.


We chose not to go the Market, and the Exchange was dead as usual. We tried some random place called Priscillas. The place was tiny, The dancefloor had about 7 people on it. Quite possibly because that's all it could fit. The only good thing about it was it has an upstairs area that besides all the boys using the bathroom, was quiet enough to make out undisturbed, lol.

Of course we didn't stay there too long. We were both up for a late night, but where to go. We decided to try the other side of town. Beginning with Sircuit. Yeah i'd been there before, we had a few drinks, but i'd never been upstairs before. I'd been offered to go upstairs before, but never actually gone. So we checked it out. How should I put this... it was dark, and had small rooms that could fit maybe a couple guys. Of course there were gloryholes cut out in the walls. So we'd be making out and feeling each other up and then someone would stick his tongue through, or his cock. Yeah we know what they expected us to do, but we weren't interested. Just wanted some privacy ;)

So we left Sircuit, and headed for the Peel which was around the corner. Music, beer, some crazy lesbian trying to drag me onto the dancefloor and destroy my jumper I got in American in the process. Bitch. Anyway, how else to describe it but fun times :)

Um what else have i been doing, met up with another guy for a drink, from gaydar. I did ask him what his facebook is so I could fb stalk him. And he got all freaked out. I was kidding!!!!!! Jeez. Thats probably DOA. But met a few other people too which has been fun. Always good to increase my circle of friends.

Moving onto a different topic. I can't remember what I referred to him as, but I think i mentioned that some guy I was chatting o figured out who I was and I got all freaked out, well i figured out who he was. And of course we were destined to meet, in synagogue of course. I'd seen him a few times previously, but that was before I figured out his identity. The point is he's just a normal guy, was very apologetic about what he did, but i'm seriously ok with it.

It's been Passover this past week so that has certainly kept me busy. Hope you're all enjoying the pizza and bagels! And with that I bring this post to an end. There'll be more to come, I promise!
J

Sydney. The highs and not so highs

Well I'm back from Sydney. Got so much to write about, I hope I have enough time before I go away again in a few days ;)

Well almost 2 months later here I am continuing this post. I think I'll keep it about the highs, and possibly make another post about the lows. I arrived at night, and had a friend pick me up from the airport. The next day it was time to start working on my tan. Well maybe not quite but I definitely wanted to hit the beach. Bondi Beach was certainly the place to be. It was a nice day, i was enjoying the sun, on the sand in front of Bondi pavillion.


I texted a friend i'd met on facebook and had planned to meet while I was in town and told him where I was. His response was that he was finishing up yoga and would be down soon to walk me over to the part of the beach where I should be, lol.

Not long after he made and gave me the rundown. Down the south end is where the wogs are (yeah I know thats racist and politically incorrect, but who gives a crap. Google it if you don't know what it means), in the middle is where the families are, and at the north end are the gays, the Jews and the South Africans. Well damn if I wasn't going to head to where all the poofs are! lol. I spent about 7 or 8 hours at the beach that day. It was a beautiful day, some of his friends joined us later on (visiting from south africa of course, lol) as did a friend of mine.

One thing that happened that day was I got totally burnt. Sunburnt that is. The aussie sun is bloody strong! And the cream I had was shithouse. Not that it stopped me going to the beach the next day or the day after or most days I was there of course. I just made sure to get some decent sunscreen, and some sunburn cream, and to be honest i've still got some good colour even though it's been 2 months. Nice! :)

Other than beaching it most days (except when the weather sucked on a day or 2) I hung out with my friend who still had the week off work. We went out to eat at his fave places. Lunch at Potts Point, breakfast at Taylor Square, it was great to have someone to hang out with. I had come to Sydney planning to meet up with Mr Sydney who I've blogged about before, but that didn't quite happen. I was there for 8 days, we made plans a few times but he cancelled on me each time, more on that in my next post though. This post is about the good times.

I also hung out on Oxford St and in Darlinghurst, which I guess one would say is gay central in Sydney. I met my friend for some drinks at the Stonewall, which had 3 levels, and we drank on all 3 levels, lol. He met some friends of his there and once it was late we headed back to his place. He didn't want to shag, he wanted to talk. Well thats what he said anyway ;) I'm leaving it at that, haha.


Ah what else did I get up to? On Sunday I went out to Darlinghurst, to the Green Park Hotel. Their beer garden was packed with hot gay guys, as was the rest of the place, after a drink I headed to the Columbian for another and then to Stonewall for another. All while waiting for Arq to get pumping. And pump it did. 2 floors packed, lots of hot boys, good music, the usual drag shows, and i did what I do best. Drink, dance and pash ;) Met a bunch of people, it was a laaaate night. I left there at about 6am and cabbed it home.


I also met up with a fellow blogger while I was there, Brenton from Aussielicious. We had a drink at the Columbian, and then out for Thai food. It fun and good to get to know him, i've been following his blog for a while. He suggested maybe we'd go for a swim later (read skinnydip) but he had to have an early night, or so he said.

The next day it was more of the same. Beach, friends, out for dinner - Thai again but this time at Taylor Square, then a drink at the Beresford Hotel. They had a cool beer garden, I guess that would be a good description. It was a nice evening but eventually it was time to go. The next day was more of the same. A day at the beach (lunch at a nice cafe nearby), then I finished packing my bags and went out to eat before my flight home. Only this time it was a kosher place, lol. I got to the airport just before a huge storm hit which ended up delaying the flight. All in all it was a great trip :

Finally i've finished it! I hope to keep on blogging more often in future, though now that I'm working there's less to write about.
Jay