Every year, a friend of mine throws Kentuck-gay Derby party, which is is just an excuse to dress up and drink Mint Juleps. It’s mostly white boys in khakis and pink polo shirts. One guy who was there is Conner who is a friend of a friend, whom I usually never hang out on my own. Conner is a white guy who is just about my age. He’s someone who is fairly a big guy with ginger’ish hair. I have known him for at least 7 years and I have never view him as someone I am attracted to.
During last year’s Kentuck-gay Derby party, I chatted with Conner a lot. After too many Mint Juleps, I kissed him as we were walking out of the party.
This is my last year of 30’s. Some dread the 40’s. Honestly, I remember calling guys in 40s old when I was in my 20’s. But, now I think 40 is the new 30. I am super excited about graduating from 30s. However, I can tell my body is slowing changing. Wrinkles and gray hairs seem to appear every month and I seem to move the phone or book close and far back & forth to focus. I also think my taste of guys have evolved and more attracted to younger guys.
About two years ago when I went to a gay club, which is mostly college age boys. I was dancing with this cute Asian guy who was bumping and grinding dangerously on me, I spilled half of my drink. As I was trying to escape from his dangerous movement, Caleb, a cute twink white boy came up between me and the Asian guy. Then the Asian guy abruptly took off. I believe they were friends. Well, one thing led to another and Caleb and I were bumping, grinding and kissing.
4/20 was few days ago and many people around the country part taken the celebration of cannabis. Marijuana use is becoming more of a cultural norm in a way that disturbs me a little. Though every once in a while, I puff the magic dragon, but I view it as any other indulging activities which too much is too much.
Perhaps, I had one strange experience while stoned when I was in college. There was a guy who lived close my dorm who was straight, was in a fraternity, and wanted to sexually experiment with guys. One night, I went over to his apartment and smoked pot with him. He then asked me to blow smoke on his face. Initially, I thought he meant blow a shot-gun so I reached my lips to his.
About two years ago, I connected with a guy on Grindr. His name is Lucas, who was visiting from NYC. A handsome tall white silver fox kind of a guy with a physique that resembles an athlete who never works out at the gym.
We exchanged phone numbers and following text messages took place.
That was it. For some reason, I lost interest, but I just Facebook stalked him. Turns out he’s pretty successful artist. Would it be crazy if I friend requested him now?
Instead of writing a story, the following screen shot text messages will tell you the story about Nick. Apparently he saw me at a bar and found me on okcupid. After messaging each other, we exchanged phone numbers then following text messages happened over the course of several months but we never went out on a date.
About 3 years ago, Floyd and I had clicked like on each other on OkCupid. Floyd is a 40 year old white guy who is a music teacher and a singer. We exchanged several messages and even made plans to go out for drinks during a week night. It was difficult to pin down during the weekend due to his busy work schedule performing.
I was on my way to the bar we had planned to meet, but he texted me to cancel. He apologized but didn’t offer another day to meet. I also got busy with work and everything else, I totally forgot about him.
Last week, I wrote about Dylan, a Tinder date that actually went well compared to many others. Read about Dylan here: Jazz it up. But Dylan is a rare situation. One of failed Tinder connection is, Richard, whom I connected with while I was vacationing in Orlando last year. After a swipe right match, we chatted for every day for about a week.
Richard is a white guy, in his mid 30’s, who was born in Mississippi but lived all over the world. He is currently in graduate school in Orlando. He is a long distance runner and a certified scuba diver. He was impressed with my photos, which consisted of me doing various active things like road races, attempting to water ski, zip lining, and body surfing in the pacific ocean when I went to Mexico. (see the story about Mexico trip here: como te gusta mi pinga )
Richard wanted to FaceTime and he got even hotter when I heard his Aussie accent. Apparently, Australia is one of the places he lived for a long period. I wanted to keep swiping the screen right when I was talking to him.