Another Weekend, Another Story!

What do you do when you attend a birthday party at the hippest new gay bar in Manhattan and randomly run into an ex (aka the first guy that broke your heart)?! Well, first you go home and sulk and sleep until 2pm the next day. But then you have really hot sex with random strangers in attempts to re-repress the memories of what that bastard did to you! I’m just saying, hypothetically! ;)

Yes, I saw R.S. at Vlada in Hell’s Kitchen on Friday night. It seems like clock-work that we graze each other’s existence about every six months. If I remember correctly, our original time together was around August of 2004, before the conception of this blog (thank god). The first and second reappearances were at Roxy, the second which was pretty traumatic for both J.K. and I (especially since it was J.K.’s first time at the “longest running gay Saturday night in history” LOL)! And you know I had it bad for this boy if, after the second “coincidence”, I sent him an email asking if he wanted to grab a drink some time. I guess only the biggest assholes bring out the holler-back girl in me! Just so you know, his electronic reply stated he was still too “busy” to pursue anything. Little does/did he know that the furthest thing from my mind right now is “pursuing” anything with anyone. But hey, it’s his loss of some of the best sex he’ll have in his life. I’m sure you all really want to know how much I’ve improved in that arena, so I’ll stop now! You can thank me later :)

Moving on to last night, there’s nothing like a b-day party among co-workers to leave you unfulfilled and not drunk enough. First of all, the venue was this place called M 1-5. It was below Canal Street, it was wet out, I headed out to the party at about 10pm. The only thing good I can say about this place is that it draws an unusually large amount of unusually attractive straight men that you just don’t see in the gay bars/clubs that I frequent (the straight part, that is). Of course since I don’t get into attempting to realize a Sean Cody porn flick, it’s really pointless to have them there and caused nothing but a distraction for me the entire night! But alas, my girl KT was there to limit the suckage. Also in attendance was R.P., which royally pissed me off for the usual annoying reasons. Let’s just say he and I were the only obviously gay attendees, and he’s not my type.

What can I say? I’m a high-maintenance guy who needs a tad more than watered down alcohol to get a reading on my fun-meter. But what are you gonna do, except keep drinking and keep having sex with strangers until you find something worth sticking around for.

And here’s where this post gets a little bit more thick. Spoiler alert!

I think it comes down to the fact that I’m focus-challenged. Having said that, anyone who suddenly develops the ability to captivate and maintain my attention for an extended period of time is more than welcome to enter my life at any moment, starting now. This is becoming ridiculous.

My mind is wrecking my romantic life, and I don’t know how to control its negative tendencies. And it’s not like I want to lose interest in someone after a short time, it just seems to be a pattern that’s forming (or should I say formed).

And while I am usually uninhibited socially, I am often very reserved emotionally. This is a stumbling block to developing anything more than a good time with the people around me. And the good time was even difficult to acquire that last night!

Going back to the whole monogamy thing, or lack thereof that I’m infamous for: It’s not that I don’t believe in monogamy as much as it’s just not for me. At least not at this point in my life it’s not. Of course it will probably only take the right guy to do the trick of evolving my mindset, but until the day he enters my life…you’re in store for many more fucked up adventures in the life of this fucked up kid from the Dirty South.

Congratulations.