My Cuddle Buddy broke up with me. He chose to take a chance on young love, and who am I to stand in his way? I wish him all the best, especially because he’s been feeling a little lonely and stressed lately. Cuddle Buddy, aka Lettuce, aka The21yo (although I suppose I can no longer call him that since he just turned 22) pursued me online a little while back. And that was definitely flattering considering I’m literally 12 years his senior. We chatted for a long while before actually meeting, and then the first time I went over to his place, we literally just cuddled. Well, until the morning when we had morning sex. That only happened twice, and then we continued to only cuddle. So I knew very early on that this was not going to be a serious relationship. Once again, I’m not even ready for that. But it was nice NSA intimacy. But then it did start to confuse me a little because I’ve never really had intimacy like that with someone I wasn’t interested in. I now understand why people like labels. And I’m glad that when I went over the night of his birthday, we gave ourselves a label and both agreed that we considered ourselves just friends. And then he proceeded to tell me that he’s about to choose between two of his other guys. Perhaps he felt like I needed to hear that out loud, and I appreciate that. I need communication and honesty—something that’s been lacking from my previous relationships. I’m glad we were on the same page, though, yet it still hurt to hear out loud. I think because it made me realize just how alone I really am. Then I realized that I no longer had my Cuddle Buddy. I need that touch from someone, but I’m so scared of it at the same time. I felt comfortable spooning with Lettuce. But oh well. I will survive. But after our conversation, we both laughed about how we’d kill each other if we were dating. Hell, we already got into an argument at the bar a couple weeks ago (I’m sure that’ll be another post sometime). In a lot of ways, he reminds me of The Ex so this is all for the best.
Dating apps are all the same. First of all, it’s the same people on every app. Second of all, they all treat you the same in every app. My coworkers convinced me to join Tinder because apparently now you can swipe left in groups with your friends. So me and these two little white girls from work decided to create a group together. So of course questions pop into mind: how does it work? Do we all three have to agree on a swipe? Nope. Figured that one out pretty quickly. Will we see individuals from the groups on the individual swipes? Not yet at least. What’s our game plan if we do get a match? Is it easier to Like other groups when they have the same amount of people? How do we tell if they’re looking for men or women? Why are so many of these groups so homogenous? Ugh. Is it bad that I don’t wanna match with an all white group? I mean, I am white. What does our group look like to others? Do we look like we lack diversity?
Once we started getting matches, it was exciting at first. But then two of us noticed that it seems like the other girl keeps getting all the attention. But she’s great at responding to the messages. It’s also interesting to see her flirtation techniques. Much different than in person when we go to happy hour.
However, there are just some thirsty dudes out there no matter what their sexuality is. And they say stupid shit. Doesn’t matter the app. Ugh, there weren’t even apps when I was last single. Shit, there weren’t even smart phones.
On Grindr once, I told this guy that he had a “nice pic” with the waves crashing and the trees in the background. I mean he was cute but not drop dead gorgeous. Then he responded saying “thanks, I can’t say the same.”
Wait, what? Are you one of those insecure types that doesn’t like his own pic, or are you saying I have a bad pic? So I asked him. Then we proceeded to argue about my eyeliner and it was clear this dude was never taught that if you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all. It was totally unnecessary and unwarranted. It’s clear he has not evolved enough. (Which is prolly what The Scientist thought about me…😔)
So then on Tinder in one of the group messages, this dude said “ChitChatJonny you’re out. Coworker Girl you’re in.”
To which I responded, “why yes, I’ve been out for years now.”
We asked a straight duo to bring a friend for me and we think we coulda made that happen, but then I guess we didn’t respond quickly enough to they next message and they deleted us. What‼️Same shit on all these apps. That’s why I deleted Grindr a few weeks ago. For real this time‼️
Once again, I am late with the Sunday post (obvi!). I clearly backdated this post! Ha!
Red Flamingo and I went to a gay speed dating event the other week. I’d met the Executive Director (ED) of a non-profit organization at the Onyx Party during International Mr. Leather over Memorial Day Weekend. Of course, I was one of very few white people at this event, and of course I ended up knowing more of the black men in the room than the black guys I was with! And of course they accused me of sleeping with all of them! Ha! Only one of them, though! Ha! Anyway, ED gave me a postcard for the speed dating and I convinced Red Flamingo to go with me the next month. I wish I’d flirted a little more with ED, but it was a hectic night and we rushed out to the next party.
Red Flamingo and I were expecting something awkward. We expected to have funny horror stories to tell, but it actually turned out to be quite cute. And the free food was AWESOME: jerk chicken, plantains, beans & rice, and a chocolate fondue fountain. The organizers said they refused to just get a pizza. There was free testing happening onsite as well. It was a cute event that brought the community together. Once again, I was the only white dude. There was no potential love interest, but there were potential friends to be made.
This was only the second or third time they’d done the event, so it wasn’t very organized. There were some improvements needed, and ED asked us to email him if we had any suggestions. Some of the fellas had been to the other events. I had a great time meeting new folks, and had great conversation with two of them in particular. I feel like it’s a cute event for the gay community, especially those of color. So after the 4th of July weekend, I decided WTF, Ima send him some feedback. I also thought WTF, and told ED that he could share my info with those two guys if they’re looking for friends. I also thought WTF and told ED that one of the main reasons I went to the speed dating event was because I was hoping I’d run into him! He never responded to my email! Ha! No skin off my back, but I’m just in this place in life where I just don’t see the point in not living my life to the fullest and taking chances!
Ok. Don’t hate me. I know I promised to not bring up The Scientist again. But it’s only appropriate for this week’s afterTHOT to talk about him. Such ironic timing. Once I realized Red Flamingo was becoming friends with him, I realized there’s a possibility that he could be invited to Red Flamingo’s birthday party this month. Sho nuff. Red Flamingo invited him to his bday (and of course I secretly really wanna see him). He did ask me first if that was okay which is sweet, but I told him this is his bday and he should invite whom he wants. I think The Scientist is a great guy, so he should be friends wit him. And I know Red Flamingo is searching for more black friends. I get that. We all want to be with people of our own kind. And I respect that. But at first Red Flamingo didn’t want to tell The Scientist that we knew each other, but I told him it’s not fair if I know he’s coming and he doesn’t know I’m coming. What’s worse is Red Flamingo wants to do one of those zombie, team-building escape rooms. Wtf‼️‼️ You not only want us to both come to your party, but you wanna lock us both in a confined room together for an hour⁉️⁉️ But I finally convinced Red Flamingo to tell The Scientist that I’ll be there. The Scientist said ok and agreed to come. So he obvi don’t hate me so much he won’t show. But the situation (and my mind) is fucked up‼️ Who gets into these situations⁉️ So now I have a week to stress and anticipate every scenario in the book‼️
Ok. Don’t hate me. I know I promised to not bring up The Scientist again. But it’s only appropriate for this week’s afterTHOT to talk about him. Such ironic timing. Once I realized Red Flamingo was becoming friends with him, I realized there’s a possibility that he could be invited to Red Flamingo’s birthday party this month. Sho nuff. Red Flamingo invited him to his bday (and of course I secretly really wanna see him). He did ask me first if that was okay which is sweet, but I told him this is his bday and he should invite who he wants. I think The Scientist is a great guy, so he should be friends wit him. And I know Red Flamingo is searching for more black friends. I get that. We all want to be with people of our own kind. And I respect that. But at first Red Flamingo didn’t want to tell The Scientist that we knew each other, but I told him it’s not fair if I know he’s coming and he doesn’t know I’m coming. What’s worse is Red Flamingo wants to do one of those zombie, team-building escape rooms. Wtf‼️‼️ You not only want us to both come to your party, but you wanna lock us both in a confined room together for an hour⁉️⁉️ But I finally convinced Red Flamingo to tell The Scientist that I’ll be there. The Scientist said ok and agreed to come. So he obvi don’t hate me so much he won’t show. But the situation (and my mind) is fucked up‼️ Who gets into these situations⁉️ So now I have a week to stress and anticipate every scenario in the book‼️
Here I go again with the brutal honesty. One minute I feel like I’m on top of the world and the next I’m feeling like an epic failure when it comes to dating…
A couple Fridays ago I met my friend, the Red Flamingo, out for drinks with his coworkers. At the first bar, we met this girl who was traveling from California on her own. His coworkers called it an early night and we took this Traveler to Boystown with us. While dancing at one of my favorite bars, this sexy black man started dancing with me! I’ll refer to him as Tiny Dancer. Then the Red Flamingo pushed me into him. Although, we were already dancing, so it was kind of pointless, but he was trying to be a good wingman. Tiny Dancer and I exchanged numbers and started texting all week. We made plans to go out the next Sunday. He even said that he thought I was 22y/o! I’m sure that was a lie, but I’ll take it!
I flew to Jacksonville, FL, the hole of the earth, for work that week. So from Thursday to Saturday I was doing nothing but drinking free dranks at work receptions. Tiny Dancer picked me up that Sunday and we went to Pride Fest. We were both running into people we knew all over the place. And that was awkward at times considering half the people we ran into were my lovahs! But one of his friends was a bartender and we got three free $14 sangrias each! So the day was going well!
We ended up at one of the bars on the strip. When one of my jams came on, I left him at the front bar to go dance in the back. As I started getting my groove on, I had to let out a little fart. That’s when I realized I’d been drinking ALL weekend and hadn’t eaten any food that day. It totally ended up NOT being a fart. I totally sharted myself! And I mean it was pure liquid. The back of my LIGHT BLUE shorts were completely covered in shit! I was mortified! So I ran to the bathroom and THANK GOODNESS a stall was open. So I locked myself in and tried to clean myself up but there was no hope! I sat in the stall for like 10min trying to figure out what the hell to do. Then I decided to text Tiny Dancer and let him know that I sat in something really gross and had to leave.
He was sweet and found me in the stall and knocked on the door and asked to see how bad it was. I said “NO! It’s horrible, I have to go,” and I ran out of the club with my T-shirt stretched down to my knees. Of course being Pride Fest, there were TONS of people on the street, so I cut down the side street toward the residential area and ordered an Uber. Two Ubers cancelled on me in a row as I was just standing in the middle of the street covered in my own feces. Then finally an Uber picked me up and I politely sat on my hip so as not to dirty up the seat. I immediately rolled down the window as we started to drive off, and then the driver rolled down ALL THE WINDOWS!
Thankfully the Red Flamingo came to my rescue. He told me to go home and wash my ass and he’d be right over with some green! I was devastated and mortified, and Tiny Dancer and I have barely texted since!!! Do you think he figured out what happened? Do you think anyone in the dark club or on the street knew?! Being independent, single and free is not quite as easy as I’d hoped!
For the first time in 33 years, I’m about to be completely on my own. It’s such an exciting time in my life. I think it’s something I’ve always wanted, yet I’m scared outta my fucking mind! Adulting with another adult is hard enough! How the hell do I do it by myself? Perhaps it’ll be easier because I’m not responsible for anyone else. But that seems a selfish way of thinking after a very, very LTR!
The Ex and I pretty much started our relationship on the day we met…which will be 12 years ago this month. However, I have no idea on which day our relationship ended. I suppose the last official day will be April 30, 2017 when our lease is up. Yes, you read that correctly. I am living in a shitty, broke down, roach-infested box…With. The. Ex! I have deemed this studio apartment the Pigeon Hole. The view out the only window is a brick wall of the neighboring residence which forms a nasty little alcove with the brick wall of my residence. In this alcove, pigeons like to coo. Pigeons like to shit. Pigeons like to fuck. And they’re noisy fuckers.
So how the hell did I get conned into moving into a crappy, confined Pigeon Hole with The Ex? Because you don’t just throw away 11 years (at that time), right? He’d provided for me. And now he was out of a job for the first time ever. But I was just starting my first full time job; I couldn’t support us both living in the one bedroom that we’d been in for 7 years. And so we were kicked out and forced to find the Pigeon Hole.
So why did it end after more than a decade? That’s an answer I have to be careful in formulating over the course of the coming weeks. I don’t want to be unfair to The Ex. We may despise each other now, but I have respect for him still. However, I promised myself I’d be honest to the 5 people reading this and to myself. So how did it end? Essentially the answer may be that we were doomed from the start like some Shakespeare shit…