It all started on Wednesday when I had that delightful gentleman birthday present. There’s something about having tons and tons of eye contact during the sex acts that brings forth a level of energy exchange and intimacy that so many men are afraid to do.
Well, Thursday started off with a couple’s massage followed by a trip down to the host hotel to say hello to people checking in and what-not. I didn’t register this year owing to economic factors, and I didn’t want to be an utter lobby lizard, so I limited my socializing to this one visit on Thursday night.
Later that night, I had a brief conversation with Jason. I am finding more and more that my heart is healing and will be able to move on romantically in my life.
Friday I had more work to do, with another couple’s massage, then came home and rested, because I had another batch of massage to do on Saturday.
But when Saturday came, I woke up with a fever and body aches. Drat it all. So I rescheduled the massages that I could, and cancelled the ones I couldn’t reschedule, and stayed in and rested.
Later that evening, I felt better, but decided to stay in and keep up my energy. Sunday was another work day, and I felt fine throughout my sessions, and was able to go out and get some supper with Frank. Not long after, though, I decided to conserve my energy and he dropped me back home and I played WoW with some buddies.
Monday, I didn’t work, and just lounged around the house until around 18:00, when I made an appearance at the Lone Star Saloon for the IBR farewell party. It was a lively crowd, and not long after have a couple of hits of some pot (thanks, Jon!) and ordering my cocktail – a Root Beer and Jack (a very tasty combination, by the way), I attracted the eyes of this beautiful couple from Australia, and we were all cuddled up and thinking of find a more private location when the lead singer of Bearforce One walked up to me and started saying things like “Oh, I see you’re making the acquaintance of my future boyfriend,” referring to me. And “I’m a supermodel! You can do much better than these guys.” As if insulting my taste in men is going to want to make me want him. Now granted, he’s much more attractive in person than in those ridiculous videos they make, but really.
So, when we toodled off drunkenly for the third time, I suggested that we leave. They said that they had plans for dinner with their traveling companion, I mentioned that I hadn’t eaten yet, and the next I know, the four of us are taxiing to the Castro for Thai Food.
Dinner was a raucous affair, with lots of jokes and talk about language difference and foodstuffs. After dinner, their traveling companion wanted to go back to the Lone Star, and they were staying just around the corner, so we all traipsed back to 9th and Harrison and big him farewell, and the three of us went to make ourselves more comfortable.
And what an enjoyable experience that turned out to be. We spent a very relaxed evening together, and somewhere around 00:50 I said goodnight. Wandered in to the Lone Star to see if Frank was around, but there were only three people in there, so I started to walk to where he had parked his car on 10th Street, but it was gone from there, too, and I decided that the 20 minute walk couldn’t be so bad, and if I walked quickly I could be spared a downpour.
As an aside, last week, two hours before this latest batch of storms settled over us, I was walking home from the Castro and noticing the cloudless sky, sang an improvised rain chant. It was sort of a mash-up between the Byzantine psalmist, Melodius, and Duke Ellington. So you may all offer your thanks for the wet to me! Hopefully I can stop it before it gets out of control!
I spied Frank’s car parked in front of the Hole in the Wall, and wandered in there, but he was nowhere to be found. Telephoning him lead to immediate voicemail, so his phone was dead or turned off. After a brief conversation with a friendly acquaintance, I decided the best thing to do was just walk or cab home, and that’s what i set out to do.
Starting toward 9th Street, this tall and handsome black man said hello in that cruisy way. Not that I would have picked up some utter stranger in the street, and especially since I had just finished with my delightful encounter with the two Australian gentlemen, yet I decided to talk to him for a few minutes and see why he was out on the streets.
Turns out he was a cocaine dealer waiting to meet a customer. So while he was waiting, I probed him with more questions. He lives down near the ballpark, and didn’t want to be out too much later since he had to be at work the next morning. He pulled out a tiny ziploc bag about three-quarters of an inch square filled with a finely ground white powder. Why he wanted to show me, I don’t know, but maybe he thought he’d make a sale? As if.
His customer was just across the street, so he excused himself, and went to conduct his transaction, then came right back and asked me if I wanted to get together with him sometime. I laughed a pleased laugh, and said that I thought that he was very handsome, but that I must decline such an invitation. He handed me a card with what I presume is his phone number and asked me to call him if I changed my mind. Weird.
Just then a taxi approached, and I hailed it and was soon climbing the stairs to UGH’s front door, stripped off my clothes, and feel into a gentle, restful sleep.