• Once I get to school, I can indulge in all of my vices! I can fall head-over-heels for guys I sleep with once, write fawning posts about them, and then get crushed! I can spend hours in the gay.com chatrooms and then feel lame about wasting an evening! I can surf for porn on real internet; no more more of this dial-up shit. I can get really bad gay movies (i.e. pseudo softcore gay porn) from Netflix and not have to worry about my mom getting the mail! I live next door to a sketchy all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet! I can drink until I blame all of the wars on God's chosen people!
As mentioned in Monday's post, drinking until I blame all the world's problems on the Jews happened this weekend, with more of an anti-semitic bent than there should have been. But they're back together now, so it's all good.
The sketchy all-you-can-eat Chinese buffet is on the other side of the building, which means I don't have to smell it every morning when I wake up, which is a comfort. The food isn't as good as I remember it, though while I was there yesterday, I did hear a Korean dance megamix cover of "Maggie May" which blew my mind and made my day.
I'm pretty sure that every single movie that Netflix offers featuring a shirtless man on the cover is now in my queue, even the really bad ones. I don't have cable, and for some reason I can't get any reception even for the local stations, so I'm whipping through DVDs like there's no tomorrow.
Not only do I have a sexy new laptop, but I'm on the fastest internet connection I've ever had. Thanks to the joys of tominparis, twistedboys, and some file-sharing networks (shhhhh! don't tell the govt), my forearm has gotten quite the workout and I've already made a dent in my harddrive.
Unfortunately, without cable tv and only one friend in town, there isn't much for me to do until school starts except wander around aimlessly during the day hoping to walk by shirtless guys playing frisbee and coming home and sitting for hours in the gay.com rooms, feeling like a total loser.
Which, of course, leads to the part you all have been waiting for.
It was during one of those hours in which I was just bumming around in the chatrooms when the Texan IMed. He's 26, and in town for a few days giving presentations for something or another. He was a really nice guy online, and looked just enough like my first boyfriend to sweeten the deal. The fact that he spoke in complete sentences was icing on the cake.
Chatting online led to flirting online, which led to him sending me a few more pics, some naughtier pics, including one which featured a fetish that I can't say I was ever into. However, I had downloaded a video this weekend which, to my surprise, I found immensely hot. As fetishes go, it's not as intense or weird as others, but it's still something that I almost never actually thought about participating in myself. One or two other guys from online have mentioned this fetish to me in the past, but I had put them on ignore. Usually, if a video features this fetish, I'll fastforward through that part, or not even download the video, but for some reason, I found the video hot, I found the picture he sent hot, I found him hot, and I was getting hot under the collar and below the belt.
I don't know what it was, whether it was his pics, or the video I had seen earlier in the day, or if I more frisky and desperate than I realized or felt, but it sounded really hot. Like, really, really hot. I'm usually quite vanilla but this fetish, at this particular moment in time, really hit the spot for me. And that spot felt gooooood. In fact, I ended up being the one to mention that fetish as something I would like to try, much to his surprise and glee. He said he had only indulged in that fetish once, and had had a good time, and was eager to try it again.
While I second yesterday's comment which said that the sweetest words in the English language are "I can host," it didn't end up being that way. He being in town for only a few days, he didn't really know how to get to my place, and with all of the construction downtown, I didn't really how to give him directions that wouldn't lead him into one of the lakes. I don't have a car, but I found that pic really hot and him really sweet. If he lived in town and it wasn't already after dinner, I would have rather invited him to coffee or dinner and a movie before we fooled around.
Push came to shove, and I was feeling generous and I somehow I found myself on a bus headed for the west side of town. I'm not big on the bus system, but as a student I get to ride for free, and he had a really cute smile.
I read the map wrong, and ended up at the transfer point about a half mile from his place. Rereading the map, I realized that there was only one more bus going near his place, and that was the one I was planning on taking to get there. I wouldn't have a way to get back afterwards. While normally I get really attached, and often my favorite part of good sex is post-coital cuddling, I don't exactly want to be stranded on the far side of town late at night, and I can't invite myself over for a slumber party, as much as that's how I'd rather end the night.
A rash decision, I got off the bus and called him, saying that I was at the transfer point, and hated to flake out but there was only one bus left going out his way for the night, and I didn't want to get stranded. I was probably just going to go grab the next bus that was heading downtown. He felt bad about my having to take the bus and then not even get any, and offered to pick me up from the transfer point since I wasn't that far, and then drive me back later that night sometime.
After a very long ten minutes of waiting in the parking lot, after a homeless black woman yelled at me for sitting on her bench, he showed up, and we headed over to his place. He wasn't as cute as his profile, or at least not cute in the same way. He was still cute, and his pictures weren't misleading, it was just that he didn't remind me of my ex as much as he used to. Which, I suppose, made it easier to engage in the fetish with him.
And I ended up enjoying the fetish, or at the very least not finding it as disgusting as I used to. I mean, I'm not going to end up adding it to my profile under my turn-ons, and I probably won't bring it up next time I'm online and feeling frisky. But if the right guy asks, I may partake in it again sometime.
All in all, I had a really good time. And I have the pictures to prove it...
