Stats: Second Date with Jesus. It's been over a week, Jesus and I were supposed to run, go on a hike or hang out. I invited Jesus over to my house since he was close by. We were just going to chill in between me cleaning up and making dinner for my parents. One this I found tough about meeting up with the second date is that Jesus is very spontaneous when he appears. His schedule is unplanned and making an appointment to have a date usually happens the day of and not a week in advance. I really adore people who can be spontaneous lie me, however I keep a schedule so at least I can pencil in appointments, lunches, concerts, weddings and when to take the trash to the curb.
P.A. (Post Analysis)
Jesus came over and I gave him a tour of the house. He met the dog, we sat around and just talked. It was nice. I threw a pillow on his stomach and put my head down. We laid there for two hours chatting about various things. Mostly we chatted about his ex-boyfriends (he was recently out of an 8 year relationship) and who he is compatible with. I'm not saying that chatting about ex-boyfriends or past dates is bad, who am I to criticize seeing that I have this blog, but going over someones house on a beautiful day and just having a moment in your life when you can relax should not be cluttered with the stories of why you still have pent up frustrations. I'd prefer to know more about what music you enjoy, when did you last go to a concert or museum. You like to hike so what are some places you have gone.
Some of these came out on the first outing, however, since that was so long ago I want to hear more details about Jesus and not friends of Jesus. I know Judas betrayed you and John got you wet but what about you Jesus?
We finally went online and started looking at waterfalls to hike to. He had mentioned one that it turns out I have been to and love. We decided we would go hike it one day. One day. Yes. I asked him about Monday or sometime next week, he said he didn't know his schedule until the day of. Since moving back here and having a short cushion before returning to the workforce, he has throw out his schedule entirely and goes day by day. Oh Lord, three things I pray for a guy now. After thinking about it I needed three major things that Jesus wasn't offering me. I need a homosexual to have a way to center yourself so when afflicted by adversity you don't talk about it all the time but find a way to vent and deal with it before it consumes all your conversations. A homosexual should have motivation and drive to want to do something sooner than later. If you wait to long, opportunities pass and waterfalls dry up. Lastly I need a homosexual to have a semi-schedule that he can honor. This means penciling me in as I would for him, and communicating if something should come up. I don't want to wait years for Jesus to come again I want Jesus to appear soon. Jesus needs a calendar.
In my opinion Jesus is a nice guy but he doesn't have his priorities in order. He comes and goes for certain people and I need more structure. Being spontaneous means you know that if you take off on a whim your whole life you leave behind isn't going to crash.
I have decided that if Jesus lets me know ahead of time, I would gladly go on a hike or run with him. We'll see if this happens. Unfortunately I believe Jesus would not make a good date to continue with.
Grade:
Paul - C+
Jorge -
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Friday, May 7, 2010
Time Square Bomber
Stats: Time Square Bomber Michael! That's right I have a date with the Time Square Bomber! Well ok it's not the real bomber, just cuter and no unibrow! After declaring how cute the Time Square Bomber would be without the unibrow I have a date with one just as cute! Michael, well his name isn't Michael except I kept calling him that in front of his friends. With a confusing look they finally corrected me! This guy is 25, he's got dark hair, Peruvian, but does not play flute in a Peruvian band in the mall. He does have a degree in music and has a few friends in common with me. He called me cute based upon my facebook profile and I went with it!. I decided I was going to be self confident about my looks, my talents, my conversation abilities and try and make this guy laugh. I also wanted to see how much we had in common aside from our tastes in music. I asked him for coffee, eventually he suggested we grab something to eat on Cinco de Mayo. He suggested fast food, to which I replied I didn't eat. It turns out he's a little facetious and countered the offer with Peet's coffee (I like my tea loose) and sushi right across the street.
Post Analysis:
I was standing on the corner of 19th and J texting him where Peet's was located. Like the dumbass that I am he said, and for the third time, it was on 20th! I parked in the parking lot for Starbucks so I thought, in order to avoid towing or something stupid, I would go find a place to park. I passed up a spot that was in front of Peet's, mind you I didn't see it was Peets or 20th because it was way close to 19th. Ok I was a little dense and blond! I made a huge crazy 8 and finally ended up at that same parking space (as it turned out it was in between Peets and sushi!
I arrived at Peets, we ordered drinks and sat down. It was nice, I sat with a relaxed open posture. We briefly talked about our mutual friends and then conversed about a wide variety of random topics. What we both do, things we like to do for fun, etc. A trio of homosexuals sat right next to us and a few homosexuals were on dates outside. If Michael didn't tell me he was a homosexual, I would have pegged him for a straight happy go lucky guy. We observed other homosexuals in dating action. After a while we both became hungry and headed over for dinner.
The place was dead, but then again who eats sushi on May 5th? We do! It was great - there was a motley choice of music selections that really inspired us to bust out singing along at various times. We sat there for a while sharing raw fish and chatting about so many things that I can't remember specifics, just the fact that I had such a good time.
One of the best moments was him clandestinely quoting South Park, which I picked up right away and matched with another South Park quote.
After, we headed to the homosexual bar area located a few blocks away. He had a few friends at one of the clubs so we decided to join them. Well actually he wanted to go and since I had not been to a homosexual club in Sacramento (Why would a guy like me go to one without my homosexual guide?). When we got there he seemed to know a lot of people. We met up with a few friends, some of them I have seen profiles online for. One person asked why I didn't have a drink, to which I responded well no one has bought me one! (insert evil coy grin and music of the Sirens) The homosexuals were bonding left and right. Well so I had thought. As it turned out many of the people I was surrounded with were not homosexual. Although a greater majority of people at the bar were, there were several straight people there that blended in with the homosexuals. The clan of friends Michael would keep me with for the rest of the night, embarked on a journey of love, redemption, dancing and mexican food. Just like a typical night at my old dwelling.
Everyone was drunk, everyone was having a good time. I had my one drink and enjoyed meeting various new people. We walked around midtown and I observed all the different types of homosexuals. Well actually my doubts were raised, having assumed that many of the patrons in a homosexual bar were fudge packers like South Park Tom Cruise, I began to watch the streets and think there were more straight men in these dwellings than homosexuals themselves.
This got me wondering where all the homosexuals could be? Could they be at grocery stores? Shopping malls? Movie theaters? Parks? In homes and apartments? Could they be . . . with children?
I also wondered why were these straight men hanging at homosexual places. Then I realized after one of them snagged an asian woman at the land of bad.
Women want a diverse guy that isn't uptight and able to have fun. Well since homosexuals and women are almost the same I wondered if this was true about the homosexuals. Sure enough it was. Michael and the rest of his friends were not uptight to have someone fun and funny join their trek around homoville. They seemed to appreciate the ridiculous and bond with each other through their hardships, magnify their happiness and support their alcoholism. This made me miss my friends and appreciate having a group of 20 year olds remind me how much I love my friends. It also reminded me something else, many of the homosexuals I encountered spend a lot of time in these bars. I was curious as to what they did besides the bars. Work. Work. and Work.
Back to my date! Michael had an older gentleman buy him a drink. The gentleman offered Michael a second drink and me a first. I politely declined however in t process of waiting for the drink, Michael talked about his recent relationship woes. Before we went on the date I had expressed that I was not looking for anyone at the moment, just a good date, he said the same. He also said he had just gotten out of a three year relationship that ended badly, leaving him with some debt to pay off. It wasn't until Michael had a little to drink that he began to talk about it freely with the older guy, and me listening in. It was obvious from the circumstances, which were more intense that I could have ever guessed, that Michael was pretty hurt about it. Particularly because this week was a sort of after relationship moment and he has been doing a lot of thinking about life.
I had so much empathy about taking charge of your life and giving yourself the care that is needed to grow and move on. Even homosexuals have hearts, ambitions and emotions that can spur havoc on their sensitivities. What I saw was a night of a someone to go on a casual date and enjoy life without feeling the weight of someone clinging on. He wanted freedom and I saw how important it is to make sure there is that balance in a relationship. Who was this ex that left him wanted to be free and single for a while. I don't think I could ever find a person like that and keep them my homosexual love slave. I need them to wonder out and do chores or go to school and get an education so they can support me with a good job.
The night was growing short and I had to be at the gym at 6am. My priorities were first for me. At the moment I decided to go Michael agreed that it was time to go home and get some shut eye. We walked back to our cars, hugged and that was that.
Grade:
Paul: B
Jorge:
Post Analysis:
I was standing on the corner of 19th and J texting him where Peet's was located. Like the dumbass that I am he said, and for the third time, it was on 20th! I parked in the parking lot for Starbucks so I thought, in order to avoid towing or something stupid, I would go find a place to park. I passed up a spot that was in front of Peet's, mind you I didn't see it was Peets or 20th because it was way close to 19th. Ok I was a little dense and blond! I made a huge crazy 8 and finally ended up at that same parking space (as it turned out it was in between Peets and sushi!
I arrived at Peets, we ordered drinks and sat down. It was nice, I sat with a relaxed open posture. We briefly talked about our mutual friends and then conversed about a wide variety of random topics. What we both do, things we like to do for fun, etc. A trio of homosexuals sat right next to us and a few homosexuals were on dates outside. If Michael didn't tell me he was a homosexual, I would have pegged him for a straight happy go lucky guy. We observed other homosexuals in dating action. After a while we both became hungry and headed over for dinner.
The place was dead, but then again who eats sushi on May 5th? We do! It was great - there was a motley choice of music selections that really inspired us to bust out singing along at various times. We sat there for a while sharing raw fish and chatting about so many things that I can't remember specifics, just the fact that I had such a good time.
One of the best moments was him clandestinely quoting South Park, which I picked up right away and matched with another South Park quote.
After, we headed to the homosexual bar area located a few blocks away. He had a few friends at one of the clubs so we decided to join them. Well actually he wanted to go and since I had not been to a homosexual club in Sacramento (Why would a guy like me go to one without my homosexual guide?). When we got there he seemed to know a lot of people. We met up with a few friends, some of them I have seen profiles online for. One person asked why I didn't have a drink, to which I responded well no one has bought me one! (insert evil coy grin and music of the Sirens) The homosexuals were bonding left and right. Well so I had thought. As it turned out many of the people I was surrounded with were not homosexual. Although a greater majority of people at the bar were, there were several straight people there that blended in with the homosexuals. The clan of friends Michael would keep me with for the rest of the night, embarked on a journey of love, redemption, dancing and mexican food. Just like a typical night at my old dwelling.
Everyone was drunk, everyone was having a good time. I had my one drink and enjoyed meeting various new people. We walked around midtown and I observed all the different types of homosexuals. Well actually my doubts were raised, having assumed that many of the patrons in a homosexual bar were fudge packers like South Park Tom Cruise, I began to watch the streets and think there were more straight men in these dwellings than homosexuals themselves.
This got me wondering where all the homosexuals could be? Could they be at grocery stores? Shopping malls? Movie theaters? Parks? In homes and apartments? Could they be . . . with children?
I also wondered why were these straight men hanging at homosexual places. Then I realized after one of them snagged an asian woman at the land of bad.
Women want a diverse guy that isn't uptight and able to have fun. Well since homosexuals and women are almost the same I wondered if this was true about the homosexuals. Sure enough it was. Michael and the rest of his friends were not uptight to have someone fun and funny join their trek around homoville. They seemed to appreciate the ridiculous and bond with each other through their hardships, magnify their happiness and support their alcoholism. This made me miss my friends and appreciate having a group of 20 year olds remind me how much I love my friends. It also reminded me something else, many of the homosexuals I encountered spend a lot of time in these bars. I was curious as to what they did besides the bars. Work. Work. and Work.
Back to my date! Michael had an older gentleman buy him a drink. The gentleman offered Michael a second drink and me a first. I politely declined however in t process of waiting for the drink, Michael talked about his recent relationship woes. Before we went on the date I had expressed that I was not looking for anyone at the moment, just a good date, he said the same. He also said he had just gotten out of a three year relationship that ended badly, leaving him with some debt to pay off. It wasn't until Michael had a little to drink that he began to talk about it freely with the older guy, and me listening in. It was obvious from the circumstances, which were more intense that I could have ever guessed, that Michael was pretty hurt about it. Particularly because this week was a sort of after relationship moment and he has been doing a lot of thinking about life.
I had so much empathy about taking charge of your life and giving yourself the care that is needed to grow and move on. Even homosexuals have hearts, ambitions and emotions that can spur havoc on their sensitivities. What I saw was a night of a someone to go on a casual date and enjoy life without feeling the weight of someone clinging on. He wanted freedom and I saw how important it is to make sure there is that balance in a relationship. Who was this ex that left him wanted to be free and single for a while. I don't think I could ever find a person like that and keep them my homosexual love slave. I need them to wonder out and do chores or go to school and get an education so they can support me with a good job.
The night was growing short and I had to be at the gym at 6am. My priorities were first for me. At the moment I decided to go Michael agreed that it was time to go home and get some shut eye. We walked back to our cars, hugged and that was that.
Grade:
Paul: B
Jorge:
Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Running with Jesus
Stats: Jesus resided in San Diego and enjoys hiking. He has had a couple of serious relationships over the last ten years but has recently become single. In searching for friendship, Jesus has turned to homosexual dating websites to find someone to run and hike with. I didn't realize homosexuals were so outdoorsy. I never came across him during my years in San Diego, but recently discovered him online searching for a running buddy. I answered his profile and went from there. Since it was supposed to rain we decided to meet for coffee instead and possibly go for a run along the river. I decided to focus on general conversation skills since we would be running side by side for a long time.
Post Analysis:
I was a little apprehensive going to meet him, mostly because of the weather. It was windy, slightly rainy, sort of cold, just a mediocre wanna be winter day at the end of April. By now throngs of homosexuals should be at nude beaches and outdoor patios at homosexual bars with happy hours that start at 8am and end at 7:59 am. Jesus the homosexual (Jesus isn't his real name, however when I asked him to text me his first text was "This is Jesus.") and I met at a cafe near a river entrance. We decided to leave the pussy homosexual tendencies aside, fear no rain and go for a run along the river. First we would meet for coffee.
I arrived at the coffee joint listed in google - it was a cafe, as in restaurant that serves coffee to its seated patrons. Jesus was late in arriving. I texted him that the place wouldn't work so he picked me up and we headed to starbucks. The rain was misting down, so my hair was moist but not wet. Going in starbucks Jesus headed straight to the bathroom. Maybe he too was assuming that we would "hookup?" I went to the counter and ordered, wondering why he didn't say "can you get me a . . . " or "would you like me to get this?" So I just assumed he was more focused on releasing his private parts instead of purchasing brownie points . . . I mean coffee. As I waited for mine, Jesus came out of the bathroom, looking relieved (and slightly ethnic, maybe mexican, maybe asian - I wondered) he ordered a drink and was denied. His card was declined. I thought for a second I feel stupid I brought just 5 dollars and no card and here I am unable to be a gentleman. He thought "Here I am Jesus and my card doesn't work, on top of this i am ethnic and it makes me look like a shaddy unibomber from Columbia." The barrista made his drink and gave it to him on the house. He either felt sorry for him or thought Jesus was cute. Personally I think Jesus used his powers on him and they were working on me.
We headed to a gas station to attempt his card and it was declined again. He called the bank, as i patiently waited sipping my latte, and found they has discontinued his card and didn't inform him that Chase no longer used Mastercard, they now use Visa and all cards will be replaced. I felt sorry for the guy cause little did he know he really was on a date and he was winning points in the most round-a-bout way!
We headed back to my car and parked them near the entrance to the river. It was raining and i had a jacket that was soaking up water like a sponge. He offered his water resistant jacket in his car. Bonus points. Please note, some homosexuals are gentlemen, this one in particular might not buy you coffee but he'll protect you from the rain.
We headed for the trail, dodging wind and rain. At first we didn't run, in fact we speed walked the entire way. During the walk we went past a bathroom with a homeless man coming out. Jesus never blinked once to go in the bathroom and utilize it the way homosexuals do. There were many secluded grassy nulls next to the river, Jesus led the way through hilly dirt trails but never once decided to suggest the nasty. I even decided to relieve myself in the bushes, Jesus ran to a top of a mound and looked the other way. I guess my water wasn't going to be turned into wine.
We saw so much wildlife, ducks, geese, ducklings, deer and students. We stopped to look at the flowers, went by way of hidden trails, we walked along the paths and made paths of our own. For over two hours we walked up and down the river chatting away. The spontaneous choice to head to the river for a run turned out to be such a great experience. The rain dwindled away. Despite being wet, it wasn't cold or gloomy. The sun peeped out from time to time, causing the ripples in the river to smile.
As we returned I suggested that this might be a date! He texted me asking my intentions. I told him I had none. I told him I had a great time just doing that. Having someone to run with, not feel the complications of impressing each other, just talk and maybe if something comes up, it does. For now we shall grant him scores that qualify him for a second date, ie another run.
Score:
Paul: B+
Jorge:
Post Analysis:
I was a little apprehensive going to meet him, mostly because of the weather. It was windy, slightly rainy, sort of cold, just a mediocre wanna be winter day at the end of April. By now throngs of homosexuals should be at nude beaches and outdoor patios at homosexual bars with happy hours that start at 8am and end at 7:59 am. Jesus the homosexual (Jesus isn't his real name, however when I asked him to text me his first text was "This is Jesus.") and I met at a cafe near a river entrance. We decided to leave the pussy homosexual tendencies aside, fear no rain and go for a run along the river. First we would meet for coffee.
I arrived at the coffee joint listed in google - it was a cafe, as in restaurant that serves coffee to its seated patrons. Jesus was late in arriving. I texted him that the place wouldn't work so he picked me up and we headed to starbucks. The rain was misting down, so my hair was moist but not wet. Going in starbucks Jesus headed straight to the bathroom. Maybe he too was assuming that we would "hookup?" I went to the counter and ordered, wondering why he didn't say "can you get me a . . . " or "would you like me to get this?" So I just assumed he was more focused on releasing his private parts instead of purchasing brownie points . . . I mean coffee. As I waited for mine, Jesus came out of the bathroom, looking relieved (and slightly ethnic, maybe mexican, maybe asian - I wondered) he ordered a drink and was denied. His card was declined. I thought for a second I feel stupid I brought just 5 dollars and no card and here I am unable to be a gentleman. He thought "Here I am Jesus and my card doesn't work, on top of this i am ethnic and it makes me look like a shaddy unibomber from Columbia." The barrista made his drink and gave it to him on the house. He either felt sorry for him or thought Jesus was cute. Personally I think Jesus used his powers on him and they were working on me.
We headed to a gas station to attempt his card and it was declined again. He called the bank, as i patiently waited sipping my latte, and found they has discontinued his card and didn't inform him that Chase no longer used Mastercard, they now use Visa and all cards will be replaced. I felt sorry for the guy cause little did he know he really was on a date and he was winning points in the most round-a-bout way!
We headed back to my car and parked them near the entrance to the river. It was raining and i had a jacket that was soaking up water like a sponge. He offered his water resistant jacket in his car. Bonus points. Please note, some homosexuals are gentlemen, this one in particular might not buy you coffee but he'll protect you from the rain.
We headed for the trail, dodging wind and rain. At first we didn't run, in fact we speed walked the entire way. During the walk we went past a bathroom with a homeless man coming out. Jesus never blinked once to go in the bathroom and utilize it the way homosexuals do. There were many secluded grassy nulls next to the river, Jesus led the way through hilly dirt trails but never once decided to suggest the nasty. I even decided to relieve myself in the bushes, Jesus ran to a top of a mound and looked the other way. I guess my water wasn't going to be turned into wine.
We saw so much wildlife, ducks, geese, ducklings, deer and students. We stopped to look at the flowers, went by way of hidden trails, we walked along the paths and made paths of our own. For over two hours we walked up and down the river chatting away. The spontaneous choice to head to the river for a run turned out to be such a great experience. The rain dwindled away. Despite being wet, it wasn't cold or gloomy. The sun peeped out from time to time, causing the ripples in the river to smile.
As we returned I suggested that this might be a date! He texted me asking my intentions. I told him I had none. I told him I had a great time just doing that. Having someone to run with, not feel the complications of impressing each other, just talk and maybe if something comes up, it does. For now we shall grant him scores that qualify him for a second date, ie another run.
Score:
Paul: B+
Jorge:
Friday, April 23, 2010
Bill from Philly
I started talking to Bill on one of those internet portals where homosexuals gather. We eventually moved from the site's message system to IM where we spent most of the morning talking about the basic things. Work, pets, places of origin, etc.
Found out we both have dogs, we both seem to be feeling the same about the homosexual community. It seems like he shares a lot of the things I like and dislike, which also seems to mean that he suffers from some the same social issues I do, like being shy and not talking to strangers, but over the internet we were able to tear down that barrier.
We talked about meeting of course, and tentatively scheduled a date for Friday night after 9. We agreed to meet at a non-homosexual place, and since it was after 9, we were left with very few options and decided on Denny's. I wouldn't want others to think that my pretend homosexualism was getting to me if we were to meet at Mo's (a place we both agreed is not our favorite, so that got him some points).
After getting home from the gym, I had a text from him letting me know he was feeling a little tired and would rather move the date to another day, but asked me to call him later to chat before going to bed. A phone date? Hmm, haven't had many of those, so it was a good experiment.
Post analysis:
After eating dinner, I gave him a call. He promised me he didn't have a lisp, he didn't lie. He has a nice voice and we were able to talk for about 2 hours about many things. There was no awkward moment of silence and time flew by until we realized we had been on the phone for a long time. I was able to keep asking the right questions to keep the conversation going, we stayed on non-sexual topics and had constructive discussions.
So date 1 I would say was a good one. Since it was a phone date it will be harder to judge the interaction, but it still deserves a grade of it's own.
Homework Grade:
Jorge: 90%
Paul: B
Thursday, April 22, 2010
The Indian from L.A.
Stats: Josh recently moved from L.A. to a location down the street from me. He is educated and witty. I met Josh on a website for homosexuals. It took me days to find this website because without looking you wouldn't think homosexuals were associated with so many happy people. The website is gay.com. Josh has proven to have a great sense of humor. Case in point he is Indian and when I asked if he was a dot Indian or feather Indian he reacted without offense. He is a dot Indian. Already Josh has given me his stats. He does cardio at 3am because it's the only time when he can meditate and enjoy no one in the work out area. Although he has informed me of them, has not shown any photos of private parts. He has one photo of his face on this happy site. Josh insists that he is shy, which is why it has taken a week of text messages to meet him for coffee.
Tonight I will meet Josh for coffee and I have decided to work on my conversational skills. When the conversation dwindles and there is nothing more to talk about I will ask him something about his life to seem as though I am interested in him. I will work on listening and finding ways to get him to open up. I will see how listening and engaging him in conversation can break down the shy barrier he has. I am also going to work on raising barriers and not putting the focus of the date on me. I will do what I can to deflect conversation back to him. My goal is to have a conversation at Starbucks for at least one hour.
Post analysis:
I would call the date a success from the parameters set for conversation and length. We spent over an hour chatting about various subjects. At first he seemed timid and uninterested, later I saw he was nervous. Nervous on a date? Who does that? Maybe it's just a homosexual thing.
I figure I would begin the date by arriving at Starbucks early. I would set up the environment so that it was inviting and interesting. I ordered a fluffy tea drink and brought another man. H's love tea and threesomes. Well the other man was Thomas Jefferson and he spent the whole time watching us and teaching us about leadership. He arrived and grabbed a drink and sat down. His iced latte confirmed that his name was Josh.
We chatted about various subjects and eventually started to find commonalities between us. He doesn't watch television or movies but he has seen all of Will and Grace and could discuss Six Feet Under and all Tarantino movies. Hmmmm. At many points during the date the conversation dipped just a little. A couple of times I was more interested in his eyes. He had allergies and when he looked up, his hat ceased from shading the redness (ok I thought his eyes were cute!). I told one scandalous story from my post-college years but refrained from anything else that would project me as a frat boy. I focused on his family and life here. We were playful in speech, or maybe he does have a sling device that has an alarm so his niece and nephew don't touch it. In the middle of the conversation he said I looked cute. I replied a quote from the gay handbook "Oh I just threw this on!" Little did he know I was brushing my hair down for hours because I haven't had a hair cut in 3 months! After discussing movies and getting near the end of the date he told me his apartment was around the corner but he doesn't hookup. What does that mean? Doesn't hookup. Urban Dictionary suggests that he meant he doesn't get me a free stuff, deal or sleep together on the first date. I guess he assumed I wanted relations. I said no problem I wasn't looking for sex (good save huh!). He confirmed that he doesn't invite people over on the first date but perhaps he would love to have me over to watch this movie I chatted about "Paris, Je T'aime" and watch a Tarantino movie.
We headed out to the parking lot, Josh, myself and Tom in my back pocket. He pointed out his apartment window and I replied, well I know where to climb later tonight! He laughed without making it sound like I was stalking him. If only he knew he was homework. Maybe he might be on an exam who knows.
This experience got me to thinking, do homosexuals want to hookup after a good date. When conversation flows and the loans start to spark, is the bedroom the next stop? I wonder how many of them hookup even if the conversation is uneventful but the package is on cruise control. There were several moments when we discussed movies and things that I never felt like I wanted sexo with him. I wouldn't have minded footsies but still I just enjoyed being able to converse and find myself focusing on having the conversation move instead of "does he like me?!"
There is one note to the date. I did let him know that my one quirk is that every year i see one or two random naked people. He informed me that wherever he goes, the homeless person picks him out for a donation. With our powers combined, walking side by side in a downtown area, we should be seeing a lot of homeless naked people.
Homework Grade:
Paul: A-
Jorge: 90%
Tonight I will meet Josh for coffee and I have decided to work on my conversational skills. When the conversation dwindles and there is nothing more to talk about I will ask him something about his life to seem as though I am interested in him. I will work on listening and finding ways to get him to open up. I will see how listening and engaging him in conversation can break down the shy barrier he has. I am also going to work on raising barriers and not putting the focus of the date on me. I will do what I can to deflect conversation back to him. My goal is to have a conversation at Starbucks for at least one hour.
Post analysis:
I would call the date a success from the parameters set for conversation and length. We spent over an hour chatting about various subjects. At first he seemed timid and uninterested, later I saw he was nervous. Nervous on a date? Who does that? Maybe it's just a homosexual thing.
I figure I would begin the date by arriving at Starbucks early. I would set up the environment so that it was inviting and interesting. I ordered a fluffy tea drink and brought another man. H's love tea and threesomes. Well the other man was Thomas Jefferson and he spent the whole time watching us and teaching us about leadership. He arrived and grabbed a drink and sat down. His iced latte confirmed that his name was Josh.
We chatted about various subjects and eventually started to find commonalities between us. He doesn't watch television or movies but he has seen all of Will and Grace and could discuss Six Feet Under and all Tarantino movies. Hmmmm. At many points during the date the conversation dipped just a little. A couple of times I was more interested in his eyes. He had allergies and when he looked up, his hat ceased from shading the redness (ok I thought his eyes were cute!). I told one scandalous story from my post-college years but refrained from anything else that would project me as a frat boy. I focused on his family and life here. We were playful in speech, or maybe he does have a sling device that has an alarm so his niece and nephew don't touch it. In the middle of the conversation he said I looked cute. I replied a quote from the gay handbook "Oh I just threw this on!" Little did he know I was brushing my hair down for hours because I haven't had a hair cut in 3 months! After discussing movies and getting near the end of the date he told me his apartment was around the corner but he doesn't hookup. What does that mean? Doesn't hookup. Urban Dictionary suggests that he meant he doesn't get me a free stuff, deal or sleep together on the first date. I guess he assumed I wanted relations. I said no problem I wasn't looking for sex (good save huh!). He confirmed that he doesn't invite people over on the first date but perhaps he would love to have me over to watch this movie I chatted about "Paris, Je T'aime" and watch a Tarantino movie.
We headed out to the parking lot, Josh, myself and Tom in my back pocket. He pointed out his apartment window and I replied, well I know where to climb later tonight! He laughed without making it sound like I was stalking him. If only he knew he was homework. Maybe he might be on an exam who knows.
This experience got me to thinking, do homosexuals want to hookup after a good date. When conversation flows and the loans start to spark, is the bedroom the next stop? I wonder how many of them hookup even if the conversation is uneventful but the package is on cruise control. There were several moments when we discussed movies and things that I never felt like I wanted sexo with him. I wouldn't have minded footsies but still I just enjoyed being able to converse and find myself focusing on having the conversation move instead of "does he like me?!"
There is one note to the date. I did let him know that my one quirk is that every year i see one or two random naked people. He informed me that wherever he goes, the homeless person picks him out for a donation. With our powers combined, walking side by side in a downtown area, we should be seeing a lot of homeless naked people.
Homework Grade:
Paul: A-
Jorge: 90%
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