My Footprint

Vestige: a trace, mark, or visible sign left by something (as an ancient city or a condition or practice) vanished or lost. I don't plan anything I record on this blog to have a lasting impression on this or future generations, it is simply my footprint in the sand, when the tide comes in, it will be erased.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

we start to....

...kiss softly and gently. It's the kind of romantic kissing you have when there is already a truly deep emotional connection or when two like souls have met each other and our softly exploring the boundaries of this wonderful meeting. To say the least, it was very erotic and extremely sexy and still highly romantic.

Four hours later I realized that I had dozed off a couple of times only to wake each time to V watching me sleep. *Sigh* 'What are this guys flaws?' I keep thinking to myself.

It is terribly late at this point and both of us have to work the next day, so we say our goodnights with each of us promising to call the other the next day.

When we got back in touch with each other on Wednesday we decide to get together the following evening after he and his friends have dinner. Come Thursday I get a voice mail informing me that he is heading to the gym and will be done by 7pm (2 hours later) and if I am interested that maybe we could have dinner that night. Of course I am excited because I thought we would be meeting much later. So I call him back (can you believe it, I called him!) and left him a voice message (because he was in the gym) informing him that I knew of a cute little Italian restaurant with a great wine list and if he was so inclined that we could head there for dinner.

He was so inclined and so we did head to Trombino's for dinner. Had a great little bottle of Italian wine, San Angelo / Pinot Grigio, (Tim you will have to give me your opinion of this one). After dinner we headed to Barnes & Noble so he could pick up a few books he had been looking for and then we headed back to his hotel.

Upon arriving at the hotel I pulled into a parking space but kept my seat belt on and the engine running. He had not invited me up. We chatted for a few, each with a few humorous stories to share and then we started kissing which led to a brief making out session. He had finally gotten me to make out with him in the parking lot, must be some sort of fetish of his. I shared that thought with him and we both had a good laugh over it. Forty five minutes later I said that we could have been upstairs and much more comfortable to which he replied that I was the one that had kept my seatbelt on. I remedied the situation and was promptly invited upstairs.

V had an early start the next morning so we had to promise each other that we were going to be adults and say goodnight after 30 minutes. One hour later, kissing and making out but this time we kept our shirts on, we finally had to call it a night.

I didn't get to see V again before he left town. He called and we spoke for a portion of his drive home and since then we have chatted on the phone several times and often at great length. I have been invited to come visit and maybe after the holiday season I will do just that. He will be making very brief visits (maybe one or two) to Albuquerque in the next month or two and we will likely get together while he is in town....

Saturday, October 15, 2005

this past Tuesday...

...V arrives in town, gives me a call, leaving a voice message. He wanted to know if we were still on for dinner at Flying Star, a local coffee shop and cafe. I call him back and leave a voice message saying yes we are still on, and confirm the cross streets for him. We would be meeting between 7pm and 7:30. At almost 7:25pm V calls, he can't find the cafe, and after much confusion and frustration on both of our parts we finally get him steared towards the right place (I gave the wrong cross street, I was off by a block or two).

So, After knowing that V is just a minute or two away I start shutting down my laptop (they have wireless service in that cafe and I was trying to get some last minute work down). I felt a presence and looked up, only to see this CUTE guy with these awesome glasses on, a tight short sleeved shirt (showing off his incredible biceps and a hint of a tattoo on his left arm), and wearing jeans. I immediately get flustured while trying to stand up, shake his hand, say hello, and close down my laptop. I was extremely uncomfortable. I was expecting nerdy cute, I wasn't expecting geeky hot.

What I wasn't able to tell from his pic was immediately apparent, he has these gray/blue eyes that are amazing and he constantly smiles. He is a fantastic convesationalist (thank god) and before I knew it they were shutting down the cafe. I said to V, "Ready to go?" and he replied with a sexy/evil grin, "Yeah, lets go make out in the parking lot." I laughed it off and out to the parking lot we went.

Of course this is when we started doing the parking lot shuffle, where you stand beside a persons car, dancing from foot to foot, wondering who is going to be the first person to say "Would you like to come back to my place." or worse, "Well, it was nice meeting you, let's do it again sometime." Instead V says, "Weren't we supposed to be making out?"

It was at this point that I finally realized that V was interested in me!! YEAH!!

We decide to head back to his hotel room (I know, how slutty of me) and of course V gets lost in downtown Albuquerque so he calls me on his cell phone while I am following him and I have to walk him through the steps to get back to his hotel. Upon arrival we sit down on the couch in his room and start doing more small talk until I think he finally realized just how shy I am in peson and he just leans over and starts kissing me. He is a FANTASTIC kisser. OMG!!!

It's not long from this point that we end up over on the bed, with both of our shirts off, and yes, he has a GREAT chest. WOOF!!

After V pulled off my shirt and leans me back onto the bed and then pulls his shirt off and lowers himself on top of me we start to....

Friday, October 14, 2005

And one day, at ...

I usually sign on to AOL and Gay.Com when I am home. I often don't sit near the computer or if I am I usually don't pay much attention to it, instead I am either watching a TV program or reading a book. Why do I bother signing on? Habit. I prop myself into a chat room on both AOL and Gay.com and let others strike up a conversation if they are inclined to. Occasionally I will start a conversation, but for the most part it is they who must open a dialogue with me to start with.

So, last week I receive a pvt message on Gay.com. It's from somebody that lives out of town, 3.5 hours from where I live. I don't think much of it except that he is cute and I am flattered that he messaged me. We end up chatting for almost 2.5 hours and then he asks me if it would be ok if he called me. Now, some of you long term readers know that I am not much of a phone person. If I don't pick up when you call and you instead leave a voice mail, don't plan on me returning the call, leave a message and that's that. If I do pick up, plan on it being a quick conversation, meaning under 2 minutes. I just have no patience for phone calls. (I NEVER use up the minutes on my cell phone). So I give V my number and he calls. Imagine my surprise when we finally hang up and I realize that we have spoken for 2 hours and 40 minutes!!! TWO HOURS AND FORTY MINUTES!!!

GEESH!!

So, we talked, and we talked, and we talked. In the course of the conversation I found out that he was going to be in ABQ the following week (this week) and that if I was interested he would like to meet. That was meeting was this past Tuesday...

Monday, October 10, 2005

In Repose

So the new furniture has of course turned into very expensive cat beds. Usually, in the mornings if they are not curled up around my legs I'll find one cat on each couch. This time however, Ithia and Fez (Mom & Dad) are sharing the chair.

Mom & Dad

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

They always ask

Some people have asked because they have heard, others read about it on my 100 Things list, and some just ask for more photos. So, for those of you that were interested, and the rest of you that just happened to click on my blog today, here is a pic of my tattoo. It's the only one that I have. It's now 7 years old, I got it when I was 30. And the answer to the question I get the most is "Yes, it hurt like hell." And I do not regret getting it.

My Tribal Tattoo

Tuesday, October 04, 2005

In the mood

So I 'ran' into P on Sunday at Gay.com. He doesn't say anything to me, not even the usual
"---*Waves at HandsomeGypsy from across the room*".

So I send him a private message and this is how it went:
HandsomeGypsy: Hey, I guess you got busy Tuesday night
P:Yeah, sorry
HandsomeGypsy: Didn't we exchange phone numbers so that if something came up we could let the other person know?
P: Yeah
HandsomeGypsy: uh...
P: I had a family emergency
HandsomeGypsy: I got stood up
P: It was a family emergency so you shouldn't feel like you got stood up
HandsomeGypsy: I went to the restaurant, got us a booth, waited till way beyond the appointed time, and checked my voice mail, you didn't show up. That's being stood up
P: Yeah, sorry

I thought I was being nice by not pointing out the fact that he could have called me the day AFTER to explain about the emergency, or even as tacky as it would be he could have emailed me instead of waiting until 5 days later and then I approach him.


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According to X Gay Partyboy it's hook up season. The time when we get together with our new bf for the holiday season. Maybe he is right cuz I am definately craving some companionship but don't want to go through what I did last holiday season with M and have a breakup the day after thanksgiving.

Over at The Shower Room he is getting it on with a mind reading Musclegod. That would be nice!

So do I want to try and find a bf or do I want to keep things casual with a few different people. A couple of weeks ago I did hookup with this guy that gives great head. And then there is this other guy that does his own version of Mt. St. Helen's that is just amazing to behold. And the best thing? They both only live a few minutes from me...

Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Result

P stood me up.