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Category: hmmmm?
Movie Trivia
Guess the line. (No, Bobby you can’t play, you already know the answer)
(chaotic scene)
character one: You wait here.
character two: Why
character one: Because I hate you! (door slams shut)
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.
Dinner consisted of fish filets, some long grain rice, fried okra, and a tall glass of ice tea. HMM-mmmm!
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.
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 Id 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 dont 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 didnt 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!
Odd Dreams
I’ve been having really odd dreams lately. By odd I mean they’ve become very detailed.
As far back as I can remember, my dreams have always been a bit complex in their makeup. However, they tend to be blurry on the overall details. One or two items of focus can be detailed but the overall feel of the dream is always out of focus w/that surreal dreamy quality. Even in sleep I’ve always known I was dreaming.
Lately, some of my dreams have been so real, so detailed, I forget I’m dreaming. Even the erotic ones. (No, we won’t go there) Not all of them just one or two every so often. Knowing a bit about dreams and there purpose, I’m at a loss for the sudden change. I mean the brain uses our dreams as a sort of clearing house of all the random thoughts, worries, desires, etc floating about in our conscious and subconscious mind. I’m perplexed as to what could have happened in my own life to warrant such a change. While my schedule is a bit busy as of late, life is relatively calm compared to late last year during the breakup and moving fiasco.
Is it something that changes w/age? I can’t recall anyone ever mentioning more detailed dreams as they age.