Are you fucking serious?! Hundreds of guys 0 feet away! With open bar?!! I couldn't click attending quickly enough. Unfortunately, I had forgotten about the show I had bought tickets to for Grrber and myself. Luckily, the show was early. Also having a presence of significance* with me could help fend of unwanted guys when we arrived at the party. Because, as you know, guys flock to me in Hell's Kitchen.
Grrber was dogsitting for a couple of his Chelsea-Gay friends who live in that huge building that takes up the entire block between 9th and 10 aves and 23rd and 24th streets. I met Grrber on the street, and he took me through a maze of hallways to his friends’ beautiful abode. We were enthusiastically greeted by a cute terrier-type dog (possibly not a terrier, but to me, every small dog is either a chihuahua or a terrier).
Grrber (baby talking): “Hey! Hey there little guy! Hey! Hey, are you ready for your walk? Are you ready for a walk? Come little guy! Come here!” Et cetera, ad nauseum on the way out to the elevator.
As we were waiting, Grrber divulged to me that he had to drop by 3 hours beforehand to walk to walk the dog and that he’d have to come back after the show to walk it again. And that he had inadvertently committed to dog sitting all week (from now on, I’m claiming pet allergies)! He was bent down playing with the dog, and I noticed it jumped exceptionally close to his face.
Me: “Did it just lick your face?”Him: “I guess you’re not the dog-kissing type?”
. o O (You're the furriest mammal I'm planning on kissing.)
We made it to the end of the block before the dog peed and turned back around the way we came with fierce determination. “He doesn’t like the wind. Apparently he’s not a fan of morning walks either.”
Grrber and I ended up seeing Menen at the show, which ran about 15 mintues into the open bar. Grrber bowed out to go walk the dog again, and Menen and I hopped the train up to The Ritz (I wanted to split a cab to make up for lost time rather than wait on the train, but Menen's friend was determined to save the $4 it would have cost us). We got there about 15 minutes before the open bar was over, and it was fucking packed! I was ready for a bunch of people to be like, “Oh, I’ve seen your profile!” or to send messages since we were in the same room (and every damn body was 0 feet away). Neither happened. What did happen was that the Ivy League Crew and I wil’ed out on some video camera (god I hope that footage doesn’t get national press… even though I plugged the blog like crazy).
I managed to drag a few of the guys to the Manta Ray party at Grace Hotel (kind of like DR!P, but blatino-based promoters… or, as I like to say, Adam4Adam night). It was cute, but nothing really happened outside of MicHELLe actually checking out non-white guys for once. And that, my friends, was the last of the gay weekly pool parties in Manhattan for 2010. Did I mention that so many guys will probably stop going to the gym now? Yeah.
*Grrber
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Hey--been reading your blog for awhile and living vicariously through you and your crazy friends. But as entertaining as your stories are, it took seeing your pic on GWIP to compel me enough to leave you a comment. You look great! Such an amazing body. What's your secret? Let this talk scrawny Dominican know.
Hold up, I'm on GuysWithiPhones?!
I sure am!
http://guyswithiphones.com/post/062874/
http://guyswithiphones.com/post/062873/
From my twitter posts. I figured they'd show up there eventually (I def didn't submit them).
Joseph, the most important thing is to find something that works best for you so that you have no excuses to skip workouts. I found a gym a block from my job that was $300 for the year. I rent a locker there (so I don't have to lug shoes around), and I've tailored a workout that I can get done in about 30 minutes if I need to. Of course, that cuts out warming up and stretching and is a pretty bare-bones workout (I try to avoid doing it), but if I don't have 30 minutes in my day to hit the gym a block away, something's definitely wrong. An occasional less-than-ideal workout is better than skipping all together.
You also have to find the motivation to make it on the weekends if you need to. I go 4x per week. If I skip two weekdays, I owe it to the men of Australia (I'm planning a trip there in Feb) to get my ass to the gym on Saturday.
Honestly, my plan relies on having good genetics, so it may not be the best for everyone. Most guys I see who are really ripped claim 5 or 6 times a week. I've heard high praise for RealJock.com's 12-week program: http://www.realjock.com/workout/901
I tend to make my own workouts based on the results that I want to achieve (I've read a LOT on working out and have been lifting weights since I was 15... low self esteem and such). I usually find actual exercises on this website (with animted GIFs!): http://www.exrx.net/Exercise.html
But just keep in mind building muscle is about tearing cells down and repairing them (the body repairs them bigger). So one should be pushing him/herself with each workout. I often have trouble walking normally for the first half hour or so after I leave the gym.
And one shouldn't do the same workout for too long. The body adjusts quickly, so to keep tearing down muscle cells and building them up effectively, one has to keep those cells guessing. If a workout starts to feel routine, do it backwards or find some new exercises that target the same muscles. Or do a whole new workout strategy.
Also, one has to feed these cells to repair properly. The body doesn't do well with large loads of food at one time, so it's better to give it some sustenance, let it digest and distribute, and give it a bit more. I usually eat about 6 times a day.
But read up on workouts (SO much info online) and nutrition and try stuff out. Also, it may be worth it to get a personal trainer. Some of my best results were achieved after leeching off advice that trainers have given to my friends... and definitely not hooking up with super-hot trainers who basically only talk about working out... never that.
That Grindr party was amazing. I'm so glad I invested in my iPod Touch before the party happened. Now if only I had an iPhone, my life would be golden.
PS: I started reading your comments about the workout tips. Definitely going to read more of it, because maybe it's time for me to give up on my whole "I hate excercise" attitude. I won't be 27 forever!
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