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.
Two weeks ago, I witnessed a confusing and uncomfortable announcement of best picture winner of the Oscars. Due to someone’s fuck up, La La Land was mistakenly announced to be the winner, then quickly it got taken away when they actual winner, Moonlight, was called.
Both movies tell an emotional journal about love accompanied by pain and hurt. I liked both movies, but I enjoyed La La Land more, only because it was infused with music and dance. Particularly, jazz music makes me feel something special. Seb (Ryan Gosling character) descries jazz music as “It’s conflict, it’s compromise, and it’s very, very exciting.”
It feels like the quote also refers to love. Personally, I think love is an illusion usually floating in clouds (which was one of the scenes in La La Land). But having butterflies in the stomach never really happens in real life. Love, though exciting, always comes with conflict and need for compromise.
To feel jazzed up, I recently went to New Orleans for the firs time. I went with Dylan, a Tinder date from 2 years ago whom I met in Florida while I was visiting family. We met for drinks and talked about our career (we both work in similar industry), our family (we both have family drama), and our passion (we both like music and beer). He is a white guy, exactly my age, tall, who is the “boy scouts” type – he would make a great partner to go camping in the wilderness with.
Dylan and I kept in touch for 2 years and we have been toying the idea of taking a trip together for a while. So we chose New Orleans as our rendevouz. We stayed right middle of French Quarter. Though, it was the weekend after Mardi Gras, yet the city was full of partiers spilling out of bars on the sewer-smelling Bourbon Street.
To be honest, I absolutely hate rimming or getting rimmed. Though blow jobs are tolerable and anal sex is pleasurable, mouth to anus is just nasty. Sex, overall, is nasty but I just refuse to do a rim job.