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beefy date (date?),,,,,,,,,,woof!. I needed that.
This is a bit personal. But what the hell. It's a journal isn't it?
I went up to Sacramento this weekend to visit my mom who is still convalescing after the pacemaker batch job. Since she is still not at the house, I did the usual chores for her, vacuumed, watered, cleaned, etc, so that all will look great when she is released and goes home.
I was a bit irritated with my brother-in-law, for not calling me to thank me for his birthday card, and gift for his 60th. And then other things started to irritate me. Why after all these years, my sister, and her family never take interest in my life. Yet I am always there for them. As I arrived to visit my mom, my sister called asked for me to go out to dinner with their family. I was not in the mood, so said I was meeting with friend in downtown sac (which I had planned to do.... yet hrs later they still never returned my call). So my mom, trying to help said I should eat out with them. Then I vented my feelings to her, which I should of not done. Being not totally well as she is for the moment. She said that my sister loves me very much, which I know. And never loose touch with them after my mom is gone. Then she said that she wishes that I would meet a wonderful woman who who would be with me and take care of me. So I vented again. I told her that I am gay and will always be that way (been that way forever). She said she loves me, and is only trying to help. She cares. I told her every time she says these thing to me, it hurts. I understand, that her being 85yrs old, she is in a different world. I know I was being over dramatic, but that's how I felt at the moment. After our visit, I went to Safeway, grabbed some deli dinner, went to my moms home ate, and sulked. Thinking to just stay in. Fuck! I need to get out! So I showered and drove off to the Bolt. I really was pushing myself, and really have been somewhat down on the no boyfriend thing. Even FB's have been lacking. Or have not made the time.
I approached the bar, to order a drink, and this cute, hunky, Italian or Latin man sitting next to where I was standing, immediately introduced himself. Damn. He lives in the gym. Or at least used to. Big, muscular, beefy arms, delts, legs, chest. Hard as rock, with a small bit of fat mixed in. And a bit of a belly, but that was sexy. And his tats were impressive too. Across his pecs and back. Sorta gang member like. But hot. He was actually talking to me. The few sentences we shared turned into 4-5 hrs of conversation. Great flirt and conversationalist. Construction was his occupation. All the better for a great body. He had recently come out over the past couple of yrs, so all is quite new to him. In fact he had never been to the Castro, the Star, Eagle. So I made it a point to come down and gallivant through the "city".
Well, lets just say, moms' house had the lights on and the windows open all night. With nobody home :-)
My mood was and is much better today. Hope I see him again.
I went up to Sacramento this weekend to visit my mom who is still convalescing after the pacemaker batch job. Since she is still not at the house, I did the usual chores for her, vacuumed, watered, cleaned, etc, so that all will look great when she is released and goes home.
I was a bit irritated with my brother-in-law, for not calling me to thank me for his birthday card, and gift for his 60th. And then other things started to irritate me. Why after all these years, my sister, and her family never take interest in my life. Yet I am always there for them. As I arrived to visit my mom, my sister called asked for me to go out to dinner with their family. I was not in the mood, so said I was meeting with friend in downtown sac (which I had planned to do.... yet hrs later they still never returned my call). So my mom, trying to help said I should eat out with them. Then I vented my feelings to her, which I should of not done. Being not totally well as she is for the moment. She said that my sister loves me very much, which I know. And never loose touch with them after my mom is gone. Then she said that she wishes that I would meet a wonderful woman who who would be with me and take care of me. So I vented again. I told her that I am gay and will always be that way (been that way forever). She said she loves me, and is only trying to help. She cares. I told her every time she says these thing to me, it hurts. I understand, that her being 85yrs old, she is in a different world. I know I was being over dramatic, but that's how I felt at the moment. After our visit, I went to Safeway, grabbed some deli dinner, went to my moms home ate, and sulked. Thinking to just stay in. Fuck! I need to get out! So I showered and drove off to the Bolt. I really was pushing myself, and really have been somewhat down on the no boyfriend thing. Even FB's have been lacking. Or have not made the time.
I approached the bar, to order a drink, and this cute, hunky, Italian or Latin man sitting next to where I was standing, immediately introduced himself. Damn. He lives in the gym. Or at least used to. Big, muscular, beefy arms, delts, legs, chest. Hard as rock, with a small bit of fat mixed in. And a bit of a belly, but that was sexy. And his tats were impressive too. Across his pecs and back. Sorta gang member like. But hot. He was actually talking to me. The few sentences we shared turned into 4-5 hrs of conversation. Great flirt and conversationalist. Construction was his occupation. All the better for a great body. He had recently come out over the past couple of yrs, so all is quite new to him. In fact he had never been to the Castro, the Star, Eagle. So I made it a point to come down and gallivant through the "city".
Well, lets just say, moms' house had the lights on and the windows open all night. With nobody home :-)
My mood was and is much better today. Hope I see him again.
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