Category: hmmmm?

Baby On Board

On my flight down to Houston, I sat next to a mom and her two year old son. I wasn’t overly pleased at first but it was the only aisle seat left. It turned out the little rat was very well behaved and we had a great time. Apparently, mom flies a lot and she brings him along.

God, was he just adorable. He was watching The Wiggles on his portable DVD player when suddenly it went dead. Mom explained to him what happened and you could tell he was disappointed but not once did he break into a fit. He was a real trooper about it too. Not being able to withstand his pouting face, I offered to let him watch it on my laptop. Boy did his eyes light up when he saw it pop up on the big screen of my laptop! The irony is I’d brought along Ferngully on DVD w/me to watch. (Ferngully is an animated Disney flick I happen to really like) So between the Wiggles and Ferngully both he and I had a great time. Mom was pretty grateful too.

Towards the end of the flight, his mom and I got to talking about kids in general. She wants another one but she and her husband are so busy it would be a burden. I mentioned I hoped to adopt kids one day myself. She said she thought I’d make a great father and said I had a knack for dealing w/kids. I thought to myself…I ought to! I practically raised my younger brother.

I know your saying, “What’s the point Moby?” Well, I’m getting to it, hold your horses….
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about having a kid. Not as in “righ now” but soon. I’ve always wanted kids and I’m finally at a point in my life where it’s financially possible. He won’t grow up rich but I didn’t and look how well I turned out. (hehehe) Lately, a lot of little things have been popping up to remind me of what I’m missing. I’ve also really enjoyed reading v-hold‘s blog on the process he is going thru to adopt a child.

It would be nice if I had a partner to help me but that is not a certainty in life so waiting around for it to happen is stupid, in my opinion. I have a lot to offer a kid. Gay or straight, I could give him a good home. I guess I’m just growing up. In years past, I wasn’t ready to have a kid as I wasn’t willing to give up the free time in my life. I think I’ve grown past that now.

Boyfriend Material

**This is sort of an adult rant today**

A friend ask me today “so when are you going to start dating again?” I never know how to answer such a question. I don’t really look or not look for a boyfriend. I’m of the belief that if you are looking then you are putting to much emphasis on the act and it becomes fatally flawed. I like to look at it as “being available” should a potential boyfriend strike my fancy. Simply put, I’m open to dating I just don’t put an emphasis on it and I don’t feel the need to date just to be in a relationship. On the same token, I also don’t feel the need to cloak my playtime as dating. If I’m out for some nookie well that’s what is nookie. Why lie?

I always find it funny when one of my friends says,

oh I met this great guy and we really clicked but I met him in a __________, I could never have a relationship w/him.

You can fill in the blank. Another notion I don’t understand. If you’re meeting someone in a place you both chose to go, then obviously you have it in common. Does that somehow preclude you from being anything but fuck buddies? You can’t use morality here w/o sounding like a hypocrite. And I think that’s what it really boils down too. It’s ok if I do it but it’s not ok if he does it. Flawed reasoning at it’s best in my opinion.

Well, gee Moby, that’s something to think about, let’s ponder it. But wait! There’s MORE! What I really don’t understand is guys who go to sexclubs or online hookup sites looking specifically for a boyfriend and then they get upset when people contact them for sex. Ex-squeeze me?

As I’ve said before, I try to be the type of person I’d want to date. Does that work for everyone? Of course not. Does it work for me? Most definitely.

Chef Moby

I played hookie from work today. Just didn’t have it in me to go. My friend D is coming up from Houston for Folsom St Fair. As I spent most of yesterday helping a friend from work setup and design his entire site from scratch, I didn’t get shit done. I did get out and do it today albeit a tad late. Only part I didn’t do was my DMV registration. I forgot to schedule an appointment in advance and I did not want to spend 2 & 3 hours in line waiting.

So while I’m out and about shopping for misc. housewares, Bobby tracks me down at Ross (theres a surprise right?). Anyway, he had a hankering for some good ole southern fried okra so I ended up cooking dinner for a change. I have to admit, once I started cooking I really got into it. It’s been awhile since I had some good southern food and it was delicious. It’s amazing how certain foods can bring back memories.

Fried Okra

Dinner consisted of fish filets, some long grain rice, fried okra, and a tall glass of ice tea. HMM-mmmm!

Dinner as Prepared by Chef Moby!

See there blog readers, not only am I good in bed but I can cook too!

Bored

At work on OT and bored out of my skull. I know I’m not supposed to blog w/o something to say but I can’t help it!

So instead of blathering on and on, I thought I’d post a gratuitous bod shot for the masses.

Baggy Boxers!

Yeah, I know I need to go to the gym. I made it in today and had a nice chest workout.

Tagged: Again!

Ok, so you knew it was coming. I got tagged again. This time by Let Me Talk To You About It, Sweetie.

7 things I plan to do before I die:
1. Buy my own home
2. Sleep w/pornstar Mike Branson
3. Visit Italy or the Caribbean
4. Find someone who can put up w/me and I him
5. Undo all the damage my parents did to me.
6. Win a walk-on spot on a scifi flick
7. Win the lotto (yeah right!)

7 things I can do:
1. Suck start a Harley (what?, you want me to be honest right?)
2. Support myself
3. Share my inner joy w/others (corny but true)
4. Cook (potential ex-husbands take notice)
5. Dance
6. Drive a forklift
7. Forgive

7 things I cannot do:
1. Understand hate
2. Sit thru an opera
3. Illegal drugs
4. Fly a plane
5. Sew/Knit
6. Eat only one reece’s peanut butter cup
7. Put up w/”ignunce”

7 things that attract me to the [opposite of my] opposite sex:
1. Deep soulful eyes/big smile
2. Honesty
3. A big wand
4. Wit
5. Compassion
6. Masculinity
7. Chest

7 things I say most often:
1. You are so working my last nerve right now.
2. You are so fired!
3. Wei?
4. What fresh hell?
5. Thank you
6. Perhaps you didn’t hear me…
7. 911, What is the nature of your emergency?

7 celebrity crushes:
1. Jason Statham
2. Sean William Scott
3. Steve Austin (wrestler)
4. Matthew McConauhey
5. Steve Zaun
6. Ryan Reynolds
7. Ben Browder

7 people I’d like to do this Meme:
1. Anyone
2. else
3. who
4. hasn’t
5. already
6. been
7. tagged

Failure

I HAD to share this. I’m on a joke list from a friend back home. I routinely delete a lot of his emails but today’s had me rolling on the floor.

It is simple. Do a google search for the word “failure” and look at the first result!

Here’s a Thought!

People often tease me about some of my random observations about society, gays, etc. I thought I’d start a list of things I often catch myself thinking or saying. Sometimes funny, sometimes stupid, sometimes just a thought.

Like:

If you are over the age of 30, you can no longer refer to yourself as ‘boy’ or ‘boi’.

So if you are straight-acting does that mean I can’t get a blowjob?

No, inches are on the OTHER side of the ruler.

If your belly is larger than your waist, you are NOT a jock.

It’s not your fault but, it is your problem.

Pics of you flipping off the camera were cool ONCE in the 80’s.

Chance Encounter

I had a meeting w/a fellow blogger this past weekend and WOW! Well, I say blogger but that is not really the case. He is a member of Tribe and we first met online there. I don’t think he blogs per say. Anyway, he was here on business and we decided to meet. Not only is he incredibly handsome but smart too.

Long story cut short, we spent several days of quality time together “talking” and getting to know one another. I find myself entertaining daydreams of what could be. I could go on and on about the possibilities. Yeah yeah, I’m a dreamer but I’m a realist as well. Sometimes in life, you have encounters where you know so much more is possible if only… If only what? If only he was single. If only he didn’t live 3 states away. If only things were different. If only. Suffice it to say, I have a renewed faith in my ability to feel and desire.

I am grateful for our chance encounter. Who knows what the future holds. Hope springs eternal!