Happy New Year! check out my new Facebook page.

Happy new year everyone! I spent the night with closest friends dancing to Madonna and Whitney, so typical. This morning, I woke up with too much champagne hangover and worked hard to reflect 2017. First, it has now been 3 years since I started my blog. Since, I now have over 2 thousand followers and over 5 thousand hits. Over 90 countries have visited my website, US, Canada and Germany being the top three.

I had honorable mentions in fellow bloggers, Living Gay Bisbane (Click here to read that blog: https://livinggaybrisbane.com/gay-personal-lifestyle-blogs/) and BosGuy (Click here to read that blog: https://bosguy.com/2017/10/05/check-out-tonys-gaysian-dating-blog/.) I also got connected with a new follower and a blogger, who is also gaysian blogger in Europe. Click here for his blog page:  https://gaysianineurope.wordpress.com/

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Sexually fluid

About 3 months ago, I went to Iceland with three friends. Between gorgeous landscapes, hot springs at Blue Lagoon, 23 hours of daylight, and Bjork sounding accents, it was one of my favorite trips ever.

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My friends and I were at a random bar on a Saturday afternoon in Reykjavik. We sat in a corner next to about 6 guys who were obvious Americans. My friends and I were bashing on Trump and they joined in the conversation. Few minutes later, we were buying beers for each other and 4 of us  gays were literally meshed in with these guys. They were all straight guys in their late 20’s and early 30’s, half of them have girlfriends and the other half married. They took a long weekend trip to camp out in the wilderness with their bros of Iceland. After several beers, they were all ready to hit the next bar. One of them had a smart phone app called Appy Hour that tells where the happy hours happen in Reykjavik. Apparently, next destination was Kiki Queer bar. It just happens to be a gay bar. So here we are, me and my 3 gay friends being brought to a gay bar in Iceland by 6 straight guys.

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What does a fox say? “I don’t do hook ups.”

Few weeks ago, I wrote about Carson, whom I ran into while I was gaycationing in Provincetown. Overall, it was a great trip with close friends and met new friends from all over. One of them is Owen, a 40 year old white guy from Tennessee. He is much taller than me with an athletic physique – he loves sports. Owen spoke in a sexy southern accent that made my heart melt a little and he really seems like a southern gentleman.

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Art of dating

It was late fall of last year. Carson and I both swiped right on Tinder. He is in his mid 40’s, bald, white guy with beautiful smile with dimples that is more of a crease on cheeks instead of a dot. It didn’t take long chats for us to arrange a date. There was an open artist studio festival in upcoming weekend so we decided to go get cultured.

First, we met up at a cafe for a quick breakfast sandwich and coffees to go in a paperclip.  Oddly, I like drinking coffee out of a paper cup with Java sleeve instead of a ceramic mug. It makes me feel like I am a hipster.

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I want the WHOLE package, not just a package

Yesterday morning, I went to spin class and as soon I walked in to the locker room, I saw Baylor half naked and I tried my best to not do this:

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I connected with Baylor about 3 years ago on Grindr. He is same age as me, white, sexy-bald head, short-stocky, physically fit type of a guy who can easily be mistaken for a bear. It started with a typical Grindr chat which included photo sharing. We also shared phone numbers and texted about sewing, which was a 180 turn from the chat we had on Grindr.

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Wait, did he just say his boyfriend?!? He just slipped in there between fabric shopping and gayness of sewing. This was surprising yet not, given my track record of being only attracted to unavailable men. Regardless, we continued to flirt.

After the spin class yesterday, he invited me over to his place and we hung out for a bit. He talked about sewing and knitting and I pretended to listen as I was visualizing “sewing and knitting” him with my hands and my tongue. But I kept telling myself that I don’t want to get involved with unavailable men.  Nothing happened and I went home. As soon as I got home, I received a text from him.

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I realized my hormones were highly activated after the spin class so I had to properly cool down from the intense work-out (and Baylor’s text messages). I clarified with Baylor about his relationship status which he and his boyfriend have an open relationship.

Even though sewing and kitting a cute boy once in a while can be fun, I want the whole outfit and the wardrobe. I am looking for the whole package of relationship which can include going to the gym together then having another sweaty work-out in bed afterwards.