old not-so-horny fag

sure, I went out, had 2 beers in the space of 90 minutes, 2 bars, and even took my glasses off for awhile in the hopes that if I just lowered my standards...........

but, at least for the time being, I need to accept that I really don't enjoy the whole drunkard-groping-your-beer-bottle-thinking-its-your-cock thing. The one guy I attempted something with was barely paying attention, his head turning back and forth so much, looking around the room. I did my old random number thing - I counted down, and if he didn't pay adequate attention to me, I was outta there (not that he noticed me walking away). Too drunk, too drugged-up, what did I expect? And worse, the music totally sucked! "Everybody Dance Now"? Good lord! So, I tried The Phoenix, but no one goes there on Sundays, faking interest in the jukebox while my cranberry juice was gone in two swigs. Back to The Cock, the music getting worse, the boys looking uglier, and acting stupider, and the pints of Haagen Das in my freezer beckoning me......I was home by 2.

Seriously, I am completely in envy of this - sitting around in boxers and t-shirt having breakfast with the in-laws - oh yeah! Crap, ever need a stand-in? I'm really a lovely young, er, lovely man when it comes to relatives.....

back to sex..... I know on the one had I shouldn't have any expectations of anonymous sex, or meeting guys in bars, but there is a difference between Jeff Stryker sex, and Al Parker sex - affection. You can, and I have had, sex where you are actually looking at your partner, using your hands and lips in all the right places; you know pushing your face into his neck, gently kissing that spot just above the waist on the side, whispering barely audible oohs and ahhhs, massaging his calves while you flick your tongue on his balls.....