The Man of my Dreams

Well, that’s why I made this blog.  To let you know how I’m going to get him.  Maybe It’s you, or you, or you.  I don’t.  I genuinely wish it was Gavin Dunn, but I won’t hold my breath.
Take a look at this blog and tell me what kind of laugh you’re getting. Stay focused and move forward. That’s my goal. Yes in deedee.
I want someone that is nice. I don’t much look into age. Of course, he needs to be over 21. I would like a drink now and then.  Under 100. Yes, the centennials are out. I would talk about 1980, and he’s going to talk about the 1880’s. Not going to happen.
Sincere. I know way too many guys that are so into themselves. All they talk about themselves. It’s about them. You’re dying in the hospital, and all they can talk about is a pimple on their nipple and how much it hurts.

 Good looking. Of course, that’s subjective. What I think is cute may not be what everyone thinks is cute.  So who knows. Maybe you’re cute.
Employed or at least seeking a job.  I don’t care what you do for a living. If you’re a drug dealer, then make sure I live in a mansion. If you’re at a restaurant, bring me some good food.  I’m looking for a multimillionaire that will finance all my whims. I will settle for someone that is dirt poor and loves me for who I am. You can be my silver, my gold, my platinum, my aluminum for that matter, just love me.

Age is Irrelevant

Age is Irrelevant at 20, 30, 40’s and beyond.
It doesn’t matter what age you are. What matters is how old your partner is.  People may say, any age is good as long as their is love. I agree with that. Age should not be relevant. But in many cases it is. It just depends on how you are, as I said before.
When I was teen, I was attracted to older men. By older I meant two to three years. High School seniors, College guys, military guys. The whole prospect of someone older than 25 was unthinkable. My first love was when I was in High School. He was a senior. My first crush, was the 23 year old Physical Education teacher. Brown eyes, brown hair, nice physic. I thought he was the mature kind of guy. The senior was just an idiot chasing my neighbor and sleeping with my girlfriend (sounds like a soap.)
When I was in my twenties, things didn’t change much. I was now attracted to men my own age. Imagine that.  However, there were a couple of cases when an older man (32) caught my attention. It was a very seductive thought. An older man.  Oooohhh. A spoiled rich brat that started working at a fast food restaurant because his father was going to take him off the trust. I still have the silver Chai he gave me. I get a kick when people see me where it. A few gentlemen tried to have a conversation with me in Yiddish.
When I hit my thirties. Bang. Things changed. I dated an 18 year old. For a year. I think. I’ll talk about him later.  Not only that but a lot of younger guys were after me. I felt powerful, young men going after me. Was it my maturity? I doubt it. I was and still probably very immature. I had fun though. Then there was the one that wanted me to pay for everything.
Now, I’m in my 40’s. OMG, I am really dying here.  Since I don’t have a partner, this thing about being forty… Well.  IT SUCKS.  I’m at that age where you’re halfway past your prime and halfway closer to your death. This I will cover a future post about the 3 Requirements in the Gay Community. You’ll like that post. 
You won’t agree. Maybe you will. 

Casual Sex (not for me afterall)

So, I took the plunge. I was really in the mood for some fresh meat. Get it? Fresh Meat?

Anyway, we had the best sex ever. I mean EVER. He knew what he was doing, and he was only 19. I think, maybe 20. Regardless, I didn’t know his age until month’s later. By then it didn’t matter. I had regular sex on a daily basis. I was so exhausted in the mornings that I barely made it work.

I thought I would enjoy the attention. You know the sex. Because there was no other attention; We never talked, never conversed, never left my room. Go would call, come over (wink), do our thing and leave. Or I would call, he would come over (double wink), do our thing, and he would leave.

I was exhausted both mentally and physically. A few month’s of glory was also a few months of hell. I felt lonely and not loved. I wanted more. I want to be loved, talked to, taken out to dinner, a drink, a movie. I’ll settle for a walk around the block. As long as it is with someone that wants me to. Not just for my body, but for my heart, my mind, and yes ME.

So I digress I had the best sex ever and no love. I would trade good sex and no talk, to bad sex and love and comfort.

Okay, I might be lying. You’ll never know. Why? Because I sure don’t.

Accepting Emails

Why not Snail Mail is much faster.

I’ve been known to post some elaborate postings on the internet. I go all out with thoughts, goals, dreams and so on and so forth. At one time I think I did a dissertation and got many A’s. Other times I write a few paragraphs and rant and rave about dating men who are idiots. I have fun with those.

So here is my rant. If you took the time to read my looooong posting. Wich is a feat on its own. And then you too? the time to write back with more than a word. You know complete sentences and thoughts. I don’t get many of those. I read and am very happy and I respond to the email.

I get a message that states that the email is not accepted by AOL.  Really? What the hell? Why go through all that trouble if you can’t receive my email. Next time send me your PO Box and I’ll snail you a message.


Ex’s are Assholes

X boyfriends. Yes the Devils.

How do you stop from living your life due to an ex? I know I did at one point. I mean really. Why in gay hell would you still be friends with them? I always tried to be nice, and caring and be an adult about it. Nah. It doesn’t work. Not only are they ass holes, but so am I.  I’ve done something that I may not be proud. It just so happens that at the time it seemed like the appropriate thing to do. You know to screw with them.

I think I may have crossed the line when I slept with my ex’s boyfriend. They weren’t compatible anyway. I was trying to prove that the guy was no good. That the guy was an ass and taking advantage of him was easy. I did it because I had a heart and wanted my ex to live his life well. So, I thought. I was just exercising some very mean emotions and taking it out on him.

Of course, every action deserves a reaction. This same ex came into town and told the guy that I was trying to get in his pants that we were having a baby and getting married. I swear I was about to close the deal on the guy and consummate it that night. Months of working hard to get him to trust me and feel comfortable with me. No. This jackass just comes over and starts putting doubt on the guy’s mind. The guy tells me that I’m trying to make my ex-jealous and he wants nothing to do with me. F(*&

I am going to revenge my sunken battleship. It’s kind of hard because we’re not on speaking terms as of late.