You remember the song...

'They're playing songs of Love. But not for me...'

It seems like everyone else is pairing up or getting married. Just yesterday, my friend Flea announced her engagement to James. She was giddy as heck and smiling so much you'd think she just had her teeth whitened. I'm so happy for her! She got what she wanted for Christmas. Then right away, I was told that I was going to be in her wedding.

OH NO!

This will be my third! (Ok, technically, I haven't been part of a wedding, YET!) My friend Jodi asked me to do her wedding (as in be the minister). Whenever that will be. I'm supposed to be my brother's best man, that's next year (ok it's Jan 2006). And now Flea! According to an old wives' tale, 3 times a bride's maid never a bride! Maybe it only pertain to bitter bitches with pink tacos (eww) hence the "maid" part. I certainly hope so. I DON'T WANT TO BE A DIRTY OLD MAN! Ok, Breathe...!!!

I almost forgot, I'm already married. I wonder how she's doing?

HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!!

MERRY ______ (insert CHRISTMAS, HANUKAH, KWANZA)

AND A

HAPPY NEW YEAR

And as promised to the one that gave me the invite to gmail. I am now eligible to give invitations to join GMail. My gift to whomever. Just email me. If I still have invitations left, I will send you one. First come, first serve!

Playing for the Wrong Team: Who We Are

Wow! I am at a lost for words. After reading this, I felt like I was Renee Zellweger to Tom Cruise's in "Jerry Maguire". It felt like I was reading a mission statement. It was profound!

How can someone younger than me sound so much more mature? I am humbled and yet envious! I knew it! From the start when I happen to stumble upon this little gem of a blog, that the blogger (Charlie Williams) has something deep and meaningful to say. With each post, his thought provoking sentiments are easily absorbed making me wanting more. All of them, eloquently shared. Simply written yet overflowing with intelligence and empathy.

Wow! I just hope I will never disappoint the little bugger.

Underwear Follies

The other day I decided to venture out and buy myself some underwear. I don't particularly need new ones since I have plenty and they're all still pretty much wearable. For some odd reason, I tend to wear out my undies only on the spot between my scrotum and my little brown star. I forgot what it's called but I'm sure someone will enlighten me.

But I digress...I'm a boxers kinda man. I have been ever since I joined the military. We were issued tighty-brownies. I guess, they were brown for a reason. It gives the illusion of being clean after being worn for several days when out in a field environment. So who would know that they're dirty, unless ofcourse one would take a whiff. Sadly, I'm sure some of my gay comrades who were into such a thing would have been in a state of euphoria. Umm...Yuck! I've been trying to avoid anything tight since then. Except ofcourse, the occasional orifice. (Pardon my French!) For years, all I have bought were boxers. So the other night, I thought why not try a different kind. Being that it was 2 o'clock in the morning, the only store that was open was Walmart.

Thankfully, hardly anyone was there. Except for a few workers who were stocking the shelves and whatnot. Now a days, I get pretty much embarrassed when buying underwear. The package they come in. And I do mean PACKAGE (Semi naked men posing in the underwear they're trying to sell. One would think that you're at a gay porn store. Must be the marketing genius of a gay man. I mean think about it!) Not to mention, it was the wee hours. And I am susceptible to having woodies at that time of day. Ugh!

So there I was, browsing, when I felt the sensation (what do you expect!) as I was looking at boxer briefs then at bikinis, then back at boxer briefs, then at trunks. What? A thong! And someone, I mean something that looks like it's only a pouch that makes a bulge more pronounced. Wait! There's a leopard print tighty something with green eyes. I mean...OMG...I felt another sensation...This time of someone watching. It was this old lady wearing a walmart vest staring at me through her glasses.

Needless to say, I grabbed the first pack (boxer briefs) I could lay a hand on and hauled ass out of there. When I got home, I realized that I mistakenly taken size XXL, 4 sizes too big! And it didn't have any pictures! Damn heck would I go back and get an exchange. Instead, I've worn them. They're like regular boxer shorts, only that when I walk, they tend to fall down my ass.

Next time, I'm just going to stick with boxers (no pictures). Or just buy them from the internet.

Another Man's Meat

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Doesn't that title sound so...nasty? It's something that you would expect from me, a gay man and a pervert. That title just makes me feel so giddy and umm...ok aroused quite a bit. So when I saw it as the title of a Blog while surfing under Blog Explosion , something in me (more like an extension) twitched! I thought, "Wow, someone duped BE!"

Well, it seemed like I was the one that's duped! I mean, ok, the Blogger seems nice. He even writes well. Let's just say that I was very disappointed. Bugger!

What a Pity

One of my pet peeves is when people think I'm stupid. Especially with closeted gay men that when they're caught red handed, still try to pass off as "not-gay". My Ass!

Now, I don't really care if you're not out. It just means that you're not confident with the people around/close to you. That is your problem and not mine. I've been there so I know what is going through your head. But the difference between us is: when confronted I don't lie about myself. Yet, I'm not one to blab about someone else's personal life. So it's infuriating to me that you think I would do so otherwise by trying to disguise your intent.

I got it when he said "Don't tell anyone that you saw me here tonight." He didn't have to pretend checking out a girl dancing while his so called "friend" was cupping his ass. (And yes, I saw that.) I don't know if I should feel sorry for him or the "friend". What was he thinking when he took his "friend's" hand away from his back pocket while shaking his head and whispering? Not here? In a gay bar? Dude chill out! After that, the "friend" was obviously hurt and was depressed for the rest of the night. Gawd forbid, I hope the "friend" didn't think I was trying to steal his "not-gay" boyfriend. Thus, the cupping and caressing of the ass cheek was done. Well, the brush off would have definitely ticked off the "friend" more if it was about guarding his "not-territory".

Atleast, it seems like I wasn't the only one who didn't have sex that night. LOL