It has been a little while since I last made a post to my blog and just thought I would give an update.

I have slowed down considerably on my dating ventures. I have for many reasons. First of all I think the shock of finding myself alone after being in a relationship with someone for almost 8 years has slowly worn off. The need to jump on every man that looks my way has subsided and I have found some peace and clarity into my life’s direction.

My nasty little STD experience from trolling the local gloryhole laden bookstore shook me to the core and getting my first HIV test in some 10 years also rattled me pretty good. I’m happy to report that I have not been back to any other cruising place since. All though, when drive by the local STD swap, I still wonder what hottie may be waiting inside. The thought of having to do the walk of shame to the doctors office again however, is stronger than the urge to wrap my chops around a nice meaty anonymous fat one. mmmm ….Memories, but my health and safety are more important than a quicky that usually only satisfies for about an hour. Jake Palm and his five friends do the same job rather efficiently.

Over the last month or so I have settled to seeing 3 guys. Surprisingly I am still talking to my little pocket bear Mr. Z. We spent this last Sunday together and he treated me to a very nice dinner for my Birthday. I do have some reservations about him as I do with the others as well. Mr. Z has a habit of talking about age a little more than I would like. He see’s himself as old at the “ripe old age” of 46 which makes me wonder how he may see himself in 10 years from now. I have been told by my friends that it is silly for me to think so far ahead but I am a person who wants something that lasts till the end of his or my days. The way a person is now usually is a good indication of how they will be in the future. —- I suppose at some point I should talk to him about my concern for his incessant need of talking about his age.

Then there is the newest of the beaus, Giggles, who coincidently went out with Mr. Muscle just before I did. Man am I thankful that man decided to lose interest in me. Mr. Muscle apparently has a serious foot fetish. So much so that he actually shot his ….. well you know, while sucking on Giggles’ feet. I have nothing against fetishes but this for some reason I found very comical. It’s a real head scratcher. How does someone come to the point where (No pun intended) sucking on some dudes feet is equivalent to getting a hummer? To each his own I suppose. The part that I found most interesting is that Mr. Muscle has a routine. As Giggles described his first date with Mr. Muscle I could not help but laugh, it was identical to mine! Wow, dodged that one.

Anyway about Mr. Giggles – He is a very interesting person. Physically I am extremely attracted to him, personality wise not so much. I am still trying to figure out if he is just nervous around me or if he really is this way all the time. The thing that I keep milling around in my head is that he is an incredibly nice person, very very attractive in my eyes, yet has the behavior of a teenage and the grace of a red neck. This alone I know will drive me to the moon and back. I am being patient right now just to see if his behavior is more of a nervous habit or a central personality trait. There are some other things that I like about him. He is outgoing and he actually held my hand in the movie theater. It made me a little uncomfortable since PDA is not exactly something that makes me jump for joy, but it was nice to say the least. He is a fantastic cuddler, wonderful kisser and very expressive. Yet all of that is off set by less than mature behavior. For a 35 year old man it seems odd to me, but who knows. I tend to be a very reserved person in public and so far I has seen that he is not which makes me wonder if he can keep up with me in more formal or adult situations. People are always strange when you are first getting to know them and I am giving him the benefit of the doubt right now.

Lastly there is the Real Estate Sale’s Man, Richie Rich, who I am pretty confident I will not spend much time with. His whole world is about Me Me Me with little room for anyone else, which I find excruciatingly annoying. What is it about real estate people? I have yet to meet one that was not self centered and afraid that someone is gonna take something away from them. Talk about a field of ego driven pricks and bitches. Richie thinks he is clever injecting monetary accomplishments into our conversations and made a point of driving me to look at his monster house. That kind of thing does not impress me anymore, most of my closest friends are multi-millionaires. Needless to say it annoying. But!! I’m still a guy and the dog in me is coming out. I find him very attractive and he has a big pecker. I imagine this will equate to nothing more than a few steamy encounters and nothing more. What can I say, a big willie is not something to just be passed up. It has to be admired and played with, especially for me…I never seem to find em. Hell, Mr. Z calls his a starter Dick!