In my last blog, I wanna dance with somebody, I gave you a teaser about a guy named Frederick, whom Dennis went out on a date with.
About 2 years ago, Frederick and I matched on OkCupid. He is about 3 years older than me, pasty white boy with pretty blue eyes, cute smile, and nerdy glasses. We chatted, exchanged phone numbers, and even became Facebook friends as we had several mutual friends. However, Frederick and I never had a chance to meet in person. While I was stalking him on Facebook for the next few months, I noticed that all of his pictures were with a cute gaysian. It was pretty clear that he was Frederick’s boyfriend and perhaps this is why we didn’t meet.
Last year, I heard some rumors from friends that Frederick and his boyfriend broke up. Soon after, I was on Tinder and Frederick’s profile showed up. Of course I swiped right and we were a match. I took the opportunity of his singlehoood and hit him up. We finally made plans to meet and went to a gay bar on a Sunday late afternoon. We drank rum & coke (not my usual cocktail), which to led to dancing, which led to physical contact, which led to kiss. Frederick was not the best kisser but I found him adorable regardless.
His hand was on my butt and he commented how nice it was. I commented his was better and whispered what I wanted to do with his. I had a hard-on on the dance floor and I was pretty much trying to have sex with him on the dance floor.
Am I the only one who struggles with teasing out difference between friendship and romantic relationship? I am frequently faced with (literally) kissing friends and it creates confusion about our relationships. My ideal relationship would be someone who I consider a good friend infused with romance. But when the two don’t mix well, then it can lead to no relationships at all. It happened several years ago when I kissed Conner at a party. Read about that story here: Kissing a friend.
About 2 years ago, I went to my friend’s birthday party and met Dennis, who is 40-something white guy who is not afraid to show some feminine qualities.
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/
Though holidays were meant to bring joy by being with family and closest friends, now it brings nothing but societal pressure to get/receive the best gifts and have the most extravagant parties. For me, all I want for Christmas is be on the couch in my pajamas eating Cheetos watching movies all day.
Lately, there is disturbingly large amount of reports around sexual assaults in entertainment industry. Between Bill Cosby, Harvey Weinstein, Kevin Spacey, and now George Takei, it’s becoming a weekly thing with new allegations. While, I will never know the culture of entertainment business, but I do see that sex in all forms of media.
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.
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.
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.