So....here I am one day last week sippin' my cup of "speed" at Starfuckers and "GOD" walks in, stares me down, big smile, lotsa 'bedroom' (come fuck me) eye contact, then walks out the door. I sit and wonder (with my big mouth) WHY I didn't get my fine lil' ass up and go talk to him. So, my solution? STALK HIM via hangin at SB's a lot. So I did. Asked each employee if he came in often, whether or not they knew his name, even offered one employee who knew WHO I was yabbin' about $50 bucks if he wud ring me on my cell should "GOD" (resembling a VERY SEXY Dave Navarro-Esque .. but shaved head, same EYE-LASHES) came in while I wasn't there. 5 mins. later, he walks in. Same sit n stare game that he was playin the day b4, blah, blah,blah. I said to myself, "FUCK THE FAGGOT GAME PLAYIN' and got up went outside, told him I thought he was Ssssssmokin HOT (beware of pretty people on the outside; sometimes that's ALL they have), talked with him and played with his 2 wonderful dogs (JUST cuz' a cute dude has dogs ALSO does NOT mean anything....keep reading), he told me to call him asap, gave me his number, shook my hand (FIRMLY) and leaned into me giving me a kiss that almost made me wet myself. Okay! Okay! So 5 mins. later I was pickin' out china patterns and drapes in my head! F**k YOU! You wudda , too! Trust me!
Okay. So now to get to the good shit......
We meet for B'fast yesterday at Eat Well on Sunset Blvd. The entire conversation is about him, his Benz ( I can see what car you drive Fucker; it's a CAR not ** a Benz), his 2 dogs (which was the ONLY part of the conversation that wasn't about WHO HE THINKS HE IS), etc, etc. Didn't ONCE in nearly an hour and a half ask me one thing about me. Can you say "Self-friggin'-Absorbed! How typical faggot LA. It's funny how he went from GOD status to "I wouldn't fuck you with yer dogs dick" in less than 10 mins. The remaining hour was a fuckin BORING chore! If there are two things ( there are MANY others LOL) I cannot stand it's Pretentious and TYPICAL people, which I find most Gay men to be. This is why I am single. It's presently BY CHOICE!
Here's the "kicker": I get up with him , walk down Sunset to his car, he sez" Talk to you later", and I said"NO, actually you won't" and continued to walk. This actually isn't so much about me being single and wantin' to love on someone again b4 I friggin' die, it's about the obvious: He is single cuz he is an ASSHOLE! I think that about covers it. Don't you!?
Well, at least I put myself out there. One last word regarding this encounter or any other future encounter like it: NEXT!!!!!
1 comment:
Maybe you should start assuming the men who are so manicured and perfect-seeming (i.e. self-absorbed) on the outside are gonna be the same on the inside and save yourself some grief?
(I don't mean you should go for the slobovniks. But how often does a certain type of ultra-hottie ever pleasantly surprise you as opposed to confirm your experience?)
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