We spent most of the time at Friends Tavern, a dive bar in the heart of Jackson Heights. It was crowded as hell on the dance floor, but they have a lovely outdoor patio.
I thought the cocktail waitress was cute...
...til he made this face.
I mean, really? The pursed lips... the pointing... the shirtlessness? He looks like Jersey Shore (en español)! It's so low class. I mean, who the hell does that!
(Totally didn't notice the similar poses until I was writing this up)
Many of you may not know this, but I'm kind of obsessed with cowboy boots (you'd think I'd find something cheaper to be obsessed with). Then again, many people I know in real life may not know this either because everywhere in NYC is too crowded to see anyone's shoes. Anyway, when I saw the following, I had to take a picture.
You may judge, but don't think for a second that, if I had the legs to do cowboy boots with shorts, I wouldn't have started doing that 3 summers ago!
There are a number of different explanations for the following. My question is: you can afford leather fetish gear, but you can't afford:
a) cab fare?
b) a bag with a change of clothes?
c) at least an unlimited Metro Card?! ($0.75 remaining?!!)
As we were boarding the train back into Manhattan, we saw this gay:
If she was already on the train, that means she wasn't at Queens Pride. And if she wasn't getting off at Jackson Heights, she wasn't headed there. I wanna know where the hell she was headed that night!
I must have missed the night when Urban Sprawl told us he was looking for a sugar daddy...
But he's being awfully subtle about his flirtation with this one. Don't be ashamed Urban Sprawl! Love whom you love! That's what Pride is all about.
I wanted to check out the new Q'Tea party at G Lounge. Knowing that all of the boys hate G, I ditched when we got to Chelsea.
I ended up running into a slim black guy with quite a loud personality whom I know from the Scene. I grabbed a stool next to him, and we got to talking.
Him: “I can’t wait to get my pectoral implants.”
Me: “Wait, what? You’re going to have major surgery to get pecs? What if they come out lopsided?”
Him: “I’ll deal. And I know they only really look right when you have a shirt on, but 90% of the boys that see me won’t ever see me shirtless.”
Me: “Well, that is one way to look at it…”
Him: “Like, how you were saying before that you’d lose your butt if you stopped doing squats. I really can’t get a chest. I mean, my body’s all defined and stuff, but it just won’t get big. And right now, I’d give myself a 7.5: I’m slim; I dress well; I’m cute enough… that and I have a huge penis.”
Me: “Did she really just say…”
Him: “And I really think I’d be a lot more confident with the implants.”
Me: “Well, big part of attractiveness is confidence.”
Him: “Exactly! Which is really what’s going to get me my next boyfriend. I mean, I have this guy that I call up on the way back home from the club, but I want to take it to the next level with him. Not be boyfriends necessarily, but start out at least hanging out in public. [Name]’s a really great guy, and I could so see myself with him.”
Me: “So you wanna go from booty call to boyfriend? Eventually.”
Him “Yeah! I mean, it’s not ideal because… well, I’m mostly a top…”
["say what" look D. Kareem]
Him: “No, really. I mean, I didn’t get fucked til about 2 years ago. And you know how you take a guy home thinking you’re gonna get run up in. I done showered; I done douched; I’m all cleaned out and ready. Then you drop your drawers, and he’d like, ‘Oh my god! I want that in me.’ It’s so disappointing, and that’s more or less what happens with [Name]. But it’s so convenient because he lives right up on [intersection].”
Me: “Wait, you mean [First and Last Name]?”
Me: “[physical description... and description of his apartment] ”
Him: “Oh my god, how did you—”
Me: “I’ve known him for like 3 years.”
Him: “So do y’all still—”
Me: “Yeah, we do.”
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Me: “Why the past tense? He’s a good guy. You can still like him.”
Him: “Eh, I guess... So, wait. When’s the last time y’all got together.”
Me: “Do you really want to know?”
Me: “He came over to my place last night.”
Him “Damnit! I mean, I was really feeling him, too! I mean, I don’t need us to be boyfriends just yet. But, you know, it’d be nice to go out in public together.”
. o O (This is about to get really sad, isn't it...)
Him: “One time when I went over, I brought it up, and he just kinda laughed. And another time, he said he wasn’t ready to get serious with anyone. I guess he’d just broken up with [a guy that [Name] had told me he was dating at one point], so I understood. But I just wanted to get closer. That’s all.”
Me: “Well, I guess. I really don’t know.”
Him: “Does he do that thing where he [description of something very hot during sex] with you?”
Me: “Oh, yeah. That’s one of the reasons it’s so [falsetto] aaaaaaaawesome!”
Him: “I love his bed. It’s got bars you can grab on to. I’m like, ‘I got leverage, now!’”
Me: “Oh my.”
Him: “You know what! I wanna text him!”
Me: “Are you sure?”
Him: “Yeah! We should both show up all “The Boy Is Mine” style! I’m gonna have a cigarette and text him!”
Me: “Well, we didn’t get to bed til like daylight. He could very well still be asleep. Hold up! Didn’t you say he doesn’t have your cell number because you always call him from the payphone outside Rawhide?”
Me: “Well, it’s not shady to not respond to a number you don’t know. [Busting out laughing] Maybe you should call from the payphone so he knows who it is!”
Him: “Shut up! I can’t believe this.”
Me: “Well, he likes to come here on Sunday nights. He’ll probably be here later.”
Him: “Shut! Up! Oh, we’re so staying. Even if I have to buy drinks, we’re staying until he gets here.”
Well, we ended up not staying there, thankfully. I definitely wasn’t trying to fuck up the good sex I was getting, so I did the responsible thing and told [Name]. Via text message. After he’d gotten on a plane to the west coast.
The very next day, I got a text from Bottomless Pitt (about tOWGA, another ex):
Did I mention he's not my first sexually relevant person who has met Bottomless Pitt through me to message him on A4A? Yeah.
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