Chatting online is always an interesting thing, and tonight is no exception. I have included below a part of a chat transcript of a conversation I had with a guy who obviously did not like to hear I was seeing someone and not him. — Mind you, I am not, nor ever given the impression of any sort of exclusivity to anyone.

Him: So you are dating someone. Why the fuck did you wait till now to say something

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Me: For this very reason

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Him: oh really so you date one guy send me your nude pics real nice and to think i really thought you might be different from others but your not

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Me: Seriously? Ok, well, to clarify… I had not even met or talked to this this guy yet when I sent those to you, I met him on my birthday, not that it matters at this point.

Apparently you had some premature expectation of me even though we had never met, which is not really fair to either of us. Now I’m being judged with a trite cheap shot and placed in a “like everyone else” category for being honest with you, your kidding right? How’s that working for you?

I would have been more than happy to have gone out with you, but you kept talking about sex and what you wanted to do with me which left an impression that is what you were more interested in. Which is not what I want, for which I was very clear about. I though if I kept chatting with you and got to know each other better maybe I would become more confident that was not the case. Maybe it was my fault for sending those photos, I should have known better.

You have made it pretty clear that you have formed a pretty solid negative opinion of me that is based on 1 phone conversation and a few chats and I can’t do anything about that since you will believe what you want.

I’m a single dude, man, I date, and until I commit to someone I’ll continue to date whom ever I want, when I want and will not feel obligated to explain to anyone what I do or don’t do. Especially to someone I don’t even know. Cut me some slack.

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Him: you know nothing about honesty
don’t write me a book bitch

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Me: Is that how you always talk to people? Damn

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!

I have had a few days to digest my most recent dates with Mr. Z and wanted to share an update on how things have been progressing

Mr. Z and had arrange a Sunday brunch for our first meeting. In usual fashion I arrived late. Not on purpose though, all of the parking was taken and I had to circle the block a few times till a spot opened. I could have parked closer but there is no way you will find me paying 7 bucks to park on a Sunday morning.

When I walked in he greeted me immediately. As a gentleman would he waited for me until sitting. That, or he figured its better safe not to get a table just in case of getting stood up. I prefer to think he was being gentlemanly.

My first impression of him was positive, he looked just like his photo, carried himself well and dressed handsomely casual yet smart. I was aware from his profile that he was a short fella, but seeing him in person made me realize quickly I was about to share brunch with the cutest of sorts…a bone fide pocket bear. For those of you that do not know, the Pocket Bear is the latest micro label being adopted into the international bear lexicon to describe a bearish man that happens to be short.

Sporting a well groomed beard with hints of random salt colored hair and eyes that communicate warmth and intrigue he instantly engaged me and captured my attention. As with all first meetings there is always that certain feeling deep inside that is exciting with shots of trepidation. Within the first few minutes however any feelings of unease were quickly diluted and washed away with humor and laughter.

Our conversation was unending and seemed to flow effortlessly from one interesting topic to another. His eyes were comfortable and effortlessly locked with mine, his smiles were genuine and his laughs were honest. For a first face to face date, this one by far felt the most natural. I’m not sure if it was the obvious mutual attraction or our energies that melded well together. All I knew was this was the start of something.

After brunch, neither of us wanted it to end so Mr. Z invited to take me to his soon to be condo that he is looking to purchase. I left my vehicle behind and rode with him. After visiting his swanky, soon to be pad we made our way over to Cobb Galleria Mall. I had to get my watch battery replaced and we did not want our time together to wind down just yet.

After milling through the mall we finally found a place that could replace the battery in my watch. Since I’m a bit of a watch snob slash whore, I always have to find a specialized tech who can reseal and test my watches. I handed over my aviators watch and was told to return in 45 minutes. Ice Cream and Starbucks anyone! Mr. Z got himself an ice cream cone and I grabbed a nice hot cup of Tazo tea and found a nice lounge area and chatted away. It was idea, safe and fun.

Upon returning to where we started earlier that day, the two of us sat in his car and continued talking about anything just to avoid saying good bye. It was one of those kind of dates where you both just stall the inevitable splitting of ways. As our delaying lead to longer and longer silent intermissions, our eyes caught one another. It was as though our eyes called for each other. I felt frozen and captured by him. He leaned toward me as if in a movie and everything slows, my body gave way as if being pulled by him until our lips met for the first time. There, on a spring Sunday afternoon Mr. Z and I shared a soft and sensual kiss.