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Fumbling Towards Ecstasy

Saturday, July 17, 2004

Another Lapse Of Stupidity
 
God damn . . .  I just can't get anywhere, can I?  I'm so fucking pissed, I don't know where to begin.
 
Well, last week I decided that maybe I was wrong about xy and gay.com.  That maybe if I tried to include myself, and tried to meet people instead of waiting for them to meet me, things would be different.  And for a few days, I thought they were.  I messaged a few people, and most of them responded, and I've been talking to them on and off for the past week.
 
I'm sure you know where this is going, but I REALLY need to get this out before I kill something . . .
 
One of these individuals, Gary, I had been talking to more than the others.  He actually contacted me first.  And insisted on talking all night long, and the next night all night long, and the night after that, we talked on the phone all night long.  So I figure, here's a guy that's actually interested in me.  I mean, why would he be telling his friends about me, and why would he be wanting to talk till dawn every night if he didn't?
 
Well, I told him that I'd come pick him up tonight after I got done hanging out with Kori, Tabby, and Emily.  Well, I finished with them, got home, and called Gary.  He was being his sly, flirty self, and told me that he wasn't going to tell me where he was.  Well, considering the flirty way he said it, I just went along and told him I'd call him when I got into CB(where he lives)
 
Well, I get into CB, and he sends me on a wild goose chase to find his house.  I end up driving past Iowa Western, and asking where the hell I am, and he tells me that he was just kidding.  He lives by the mall.  At this point he insisted on talking with his friend Tina on 3-way.  So, I'm driving to the mall, while talking with the two of them.  And at the mall, I ask for directions, and he gets all cryptic and shit and won't tell me where to go.  So I drive around a little bit, and find a residential area.  I ask him if its it, and he says something to the effect that he's surprised I found it.  So, I go in, and he tells me which house it is.  The 3rd one, he said.  I asked if it was number 827?  HE said yes, and I mention that its dark.  Well, he said to go knock on the door.  After the little trip into the middle of nowhere, I'm rather suspicious.  Finally, after hovering outside this house, he says that he lives in Glenwood, or some obscenly out of the way place, and I said fuck this, I'm going home.  So I hung up.  He calls me back asking if I'm mad.  I said, yeah.  He tells me that he told me he wasn't going to tell me where he lived, and I said that he could tell me where he was right then, or I was hanging up.  He wouldn't tell me, so I hung up and drove back home.  But not until I spent $10 refilling my brother's gas tank.
 
So, I get home, and the shit IMs me saying that he told me so and a bunch of bullshit, so I basically asked him what I did to deserve being treated like shit, and he hasn't responded yet.  He's still on, but I really don't feel like talking to him.  So I closed the window so I wouldn't have to see his name.
 
And then there's Chris.  Some other guy who has been wanting me to hang out with him, but says we have to be "discrete", and strongly implying that he just wants sex.  So basically, to hang out with the guy, I have to sneak around so his roommate doesn't find out he's gay.  Well, that doesn't really appeal to me, and I told him so.  And I've continued to tell him so.  He IMs me when I get home tonight askin again, and I tell him no, for the same reason, and tell him that I'm not interested in a relationship consisting entirely of sex.  He tells me that there isn't any problem with that and that he has to be discrete because he has a girlfriend.  Well, I told him that I didn't want to see him at all now, and that he can get sex from his girlfriend.  That is some pretty shitty stuff to be pulling, and I'm not about to be a part of that.
 
So yeah, I've been fucked over by 2 of the 4 people I've recently been talking to.  I'm not thinking those are terribly good odds.  I am officially not meeting anyone who A: doesn't come to me, and B: wants to be "discrete".  I'm done dealing with this fag bullshit.

Eric 7/17/2004 02:07:00 AM

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