An Amazing Weekend

Last weekend was amazing. Friday was spent as usual at the club. I was hoping to see TheFire, but I couldn’t find him. I haven’t seen him in more than a month now almost. I feel that I am losing my addiction to him. I feel equivocal about it. It might just be that I haven’t seen him in a while and seeing him might bring me back to where I was.

Saturday night, I had made plans with B to watch a movie. One of my friends from Dance class gave me this movie called “The Princess Bride” and told me watch it she thought that I would find it hilarious. So I went to B’s house. His partner was out of town. I knew we were going to fool around. He had made some lasagna for me and we sat down for the movie with some wine and bread. B had lighted up about 15 small candles and put a log in the fireplace. I knew then that this was a very very well planned mood lighting. I went through the food pretty quickly and got up for seconds. The wine was getting to my head and we had fun watching the movie cuddling up on the couch. We were fondling each other but still stayed up to finish watching the movie. After the movie ended we decided to watch another movie on cable for some reason. “Scary movie 3”. It was another hilarious movie but by the time the movie ended I think I was asleep. I am not sure if I was really asleep in between, but that’s what B told me. It was nice and warm and cozy.

After we got done with the movies, B took my hand and walked to the bedroom. Wrong! I was in fact headed for the shower apparently. B took off all my clothes and his clothes and we both entered the shower together. I was semi asleep but I knew what I was doing. Well, I was mostly just standing there while he shampoo-ed, and washed me completely. I think we were in the shower for at least a half hour before we were done.

When I got out of the shower I was just standing there with a towel in hand when he gave me a t-shirt and clean underwear. I put it on and he took me to the bedroom. His bedroom was pretty neat. Dark blue walls, with metal finish furniture and white lace curtains. This is where the exciting part begins. We both slept together in each others arms. And by sleep together I mean we lay in each others arms. That’s it. I was pretty sleepy and the warm/hot shower only made me go to sleep really fast. He said he felt the same way and so we decided to just go to sleep.

I woke up Sunday quite late I suppose and I drove back home. I had to call my parents on Sunday this week since they hadn’t been home on Friday night. Sunday night was spent as usual with TheRock. We just watched “Desperate Housewives” and ate the food that he had cooked.

Mood: The world seems so right.

A Full Weekend

This weekend was a fun one. I had a completely full social calendar. Friday started out with a birthday dinner for a friend at a nice and fancy Chinese restaurant. The food was good and the nine of us there, had a good time eating. There were two gay guys at the table including me. This other guy had ordered a very desert like Martini. Everybody wanted to try it and the drink went around the table until this one guy, who I have always thought of to be a jerk says, “I don’t want to try it because I don’t drink girlie drinks.” Now, this guy knows that we both are gay and his wife promptly told him to shut up, but I was not very surprised by this because I am used to this style of humor by this guy, but the look of horror on the other guy’s face made me feel that this was supposed to be unusual and that I was taking it too lightly.

Right after dinner I had to rush off to another birthday, so I drove downtown, picked up my friend J, went to the this pub and met another friend R, whose birthday it was. We were having fun talking and doing a little of salsa dancing and generally having fun. The fun also included a tequila shot, a kamakazi and a white russian. I think it was the white Russian that finally got to me. So we decided not to drive over to a dance club and instead just stay and get my drink worn off before I had to drive home which was still a few hours away. So we stayed and met with R’s friends and family, played with balloons and this cute guy Jason who was a friend of her boyfriend’s. I thought he was straight, but he seemed to keep coming over and talking to me for no reason and then he was the one who bought me the kamakazi. Anyways, it was nice to have someone’s attentions and I was flirting away talking things from dance classes to learning new languages. The guy works in sales and was quite the smooth talker. But J now was getting bugged since she didn’t have anyone to talk to. So I ended up talking to her again and the Jason was actually competing for my attention. Finally after a while he was too drunk to really do much and then we both left the pub about 1:30 at night with our respective friends. I went home and called my parents but was too sleepy to really say much. So they let me get back to bed after only 25 minutes of talking!

Saturday, I woke up about mid day and watched some TV from the night before. About 4 in the evening, TheRock called and wanted to go out for dinner. We called around to see if anyone else wanted to go but finding no one, we just decided to get going. So by 8pm we were done with dinner at one of those diner places that everybody seems to be raving about. I found it vaguely interesting only because it had a hippy touch to the diner but the food was normal. LOH had recommended that I try the pie there with vanilla ice cream. I did. I didn’t care much for it but I told him that it was really good anyways on the phone. Well, the ice cream part was good anyways.

After that, my friends M and P who are married to each other wanted to go clubbing and called them to confirm the plans. We had decided to go to a normal club and follow it up with a visit to a new latin club that had opened up in town this week. An exchange student friend of mine from Poland called N wanted to come along and so I, M, P, TheRock and N went to the latin club around 11 in the night. The weird thing about this place was that since it was a latin club, they served about 20 kinds of tequilas and another 20 of magaritas but nothing else. No, Vodka! What was I to do? so I had some tequila shot and didn’t really try it more. P was new to dancing and so I was going through some of the basic steps to salsa, meringue and bachata. But P got tired of dancing within 15 minutes and decided to go sit down and so I danced the rest of the time with N who never got tired. Apparently in Poland she was used to dancing techno all night long and so had a pretty good stamina. I also saw my tango class mate dancing the salsa on the floor who came up to me to say hello. Saturday was done by about 12:30 and we decided to just get home.

Sunday came and I woke up again only by about mid day. I clean the house, tidied up and went and did some shopping. I worked from home for a little catching up of work stuff since I was presenting something for 15 minutes on Monday to about 300 people in a generic staff meeting sort of thing. I went to dance class at about 4. Sunday just went like clockwork, according to schedule. I went to TheRocks house at about 7pm after I had made my fish curry to watch “Desperate Housewives”. H and E were there too. Then I went hoe and got a call from B. He said he was lonely and wanted to sleep over. So the actual story was that his partner and he had been “not feeling in sync” lately. So B makes much less than his partner and they still split the monthly expenses down the center. Now, they recently have started considering buying a house and B’s partner wants to buy it half and half and he simply can't afford to spend 60% of his monthly income for rent. I offered my opinion that they should probably split the Bill according to a percentage of their monthly incomes and B agreed. Unfortunately B’s partner doesn’t seem to be convinced of that plan.

Anyways, B spent the night at my house. Nothing much happened but somehow I am beginning to feel like I am being used whenever he needs to some space in his relationship and I am using him as a one night stand, or at least my version of a one night stand since I don’t feel comfortable with someone who I just picked up in a bar and don’t know anything about. So I know where he lives and that gives me some comfort. He doesn’t pressure me to have sex. Whatever I do is fine with him. I don’t feel particularly affected by him, and neither does he. Mostly I just listen to him complain which I think he appreciates. I know I will never be in a relationship with him and so that rules out me having to deal with messy split up with someone getting hurt.

I woke up Monday morning and left him in my house since I had to rush off to work. This reminds me, I am still meaning to write about a post about open relationships. I am not convinced yet that I can do justice to the topic.

My latest love: Tango Music.

The Other Man: Me

There is a new person in my life. B. He has begun to spend a lot of time in my house these days. First it started with long personal conversations and then movies and long calls almost every night. Then there was this weekend incident when we watched a movie together during which he started feeling me up and we ended up breathing really heavily on the couch watching very little of the movie. At 5am, I woke up and we went to the bedroom. We slept intermittently and felt each other up intermittently. We never kissed, I didn’t let him give me a blow job and I didn’t have sex with him.

Why, you ask? Well, he has a boyfriend/partner who is my friend. Now, before you go reacting, “Oh my god, he’s a cheater!” You must realize that my friend is completely fine with this guy sleeping around. At least that’s what my friend has told me a couple times in unrelated conversations.

Now, I have a dilemma, what the heck am I doing? It is sort of a convenient arrangement for me in that I am not exactly in a relationship and I don’t want to be. I don’t really wanna have sex right now. So I can continue feeling this guy up. There is no denying that it is a purely physical relation ship, he respects the fact that I wont kiss him or have sex with him. He has no problem, my friend seems to not have a problem. B later explained that my friend actually had an intimacy problem and never had sex with him, which explains why he has no problem with letting this guy sleep around. It's also possible that what he is not telling me, is that since this guy sleeps around, he doesnt sleep with this guy.

I told my dilemma to some friends of mine, LOH and EG. LOH is completely for the relationship albeit purely physical. EG is absolutely against it. She says that I should not come between the two guys. If that’s the only constraint then I am almost certain that I am not really coming between these two. But what if it gets messy? I am uncertain as to what I should be doing. It seems so no-strings-attached. So tempting. I’ll keep you guys informed on whether I decided to take to the next level or put a stop to it. But touching a guy after such a long time feel so good even if it is just a warm body laying next to you. He is very sweet, says nice thnigs and absolute flatterer. Its not that I have feelings for the guy, but I just feel like having fun while I wait for that perfect guy.

My dance classes have been increasing. Now it has grown from being a single class on Wednesday evenings for latin to a tango class on Wednesday nights and a salsa class on Thursday evenings and a smooth/latin class Sunday evenings. All this has kept me very busy since I also have started enjoying salsa dancing on Thursday nights at a local salsa club. I normally go with some friends, who are always female. Well it had a lot of Mexicans who are waiting to get the slightest chance to dance with the girls I bring in. I somehow don’t like the Mexican crowd. I think I like only the gay ones. The straight men are unsophisticated and crude and impolite. They just butt into conversations and are in general really irritating. There are some exceptions as always. The women who look so awesomely hot on the salsa floor are really good salsa dancers. It just so totally suits them. The sassiness they bring is awesome. All the girls I normally go with are white but one of them is rather sassy, and I love to get her drunk. J is so much fun even when she is not drunk but when she gets drunk she just keeps talking and we have a good time in general. I don’t drink too much in general on Thursday nights since it’s a work night and I have to drive home.

I went with EternalGirlFriend and LordOfHearts to R’s house this weekend. We watched “The Adventures of Pricilla, Queen of the Desert”. R and his partner were truly entertaining since they were so excited to be seeing the movie for the 20th time and highlighted every moment that they thought needed to be watched carefully. I think its fun to watch a movie about drag queens when it is with a bunch of gay guys. The drag queens provide the color and entertainment while the gay guys provide the fun.

I also met this guy from my company who apparently just got divorced and came out. He had an amusing coming out story in that his wife divorced him since she was a lesbian and that made him come out of the closet himself. I think that this was a couple truly made in heaven! He said that she used to be in the softball team while he used to sit and cheer her on. She planned the camping trips and bought the jeep at home. Overall, very amusing.

Purity

I went out with R, my friend who is Indian and gay to meet with this lesbian who met me at the New Year’s party who said she was South Asian. I walked around the block in the cold snow a couple times before I was able to even figure out the place. It was a upscale Mediterranean restaurant which had hookahs and baklavas galore. I simply ordered some warm red wine which everybody else was drinking and after two glasses was feeling a light buzz. We ordered some dips like Moh’mara and another plate with Hummus with some pita bread and happily sat and ate a lot of the stuff.

So apparently this girl P is from Nepal but she grew up here locally. She was telling us how she had seen me with my friends at the New Year’s party and was so thrilled to see an Indian girl at the party (my friend eternal girlfriend who she assumed was a lesbian since it was an LGBT fundraiser sort of event.) Her name means purity in Hindi and she seems very proud of her name and stressed that it had to be pronounced a certain way. It so happened that the college kids in town had their Indian students gathering on the same day and so we decided to head out there and check it out. P talked a lot like a guy. I am trying very hard not to stereotype her but the way she says, “Dude, Check it out!” every time she sees a girl, is just amusing to me. She had her fair share of making fun of my boots which were rather ummmm……colorful. She asked if we wanted to come over and do pot at her place and we politely refused.

Overall she was a highly enthusiastic individual who seems really thrilled with the whole meeting. We on the other hand found her charmingly simple being. She works in some LGBT action task force sort of place which fights for the LGBT rights.