Aug. 13th, 2018 09:33 am
Break me, shit, yo
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muckefuckI want to remember that--however fleeting its effects--yesterday was a good day.
I slept surprisingly well given that I'd been out till 3 a.m. There was a party called "Furrball" at Metro. It was honestly a bit disappointing compared to some of the past bear events I've enjoyed in that space but I was surrounded with enthusiastic baby bears (Sloppy Boy and a couple friends) so I was able to borrow their eyes a bit. We made it our mission to get SB shirtless on the floor and succeeded.
I also had a curious encountre in the restroom line. At Market Days earlier that day, I saw a muscly ginger bear (yes,bitterlawngnome, I thought of you) I recognised, so I came up, put my hand on his back, and said, "Hi Brett!" He looked at me and said, "I'm not Brett". But he was friendly all the same and we chatted for several minutes--mostly about my glasses--before his friends dragged him off.
I wondered if I might see him later at Furrball and I did. He was still enamoured of my glasses but this time he complimented my general handsomeness as well. As we stood in line, he pointed someone out to me and said, "That person is an awful human being" and briefly explained why I should avoid him. I looked for him after we'd finished peeing--and he was gone. I don't know where he'd disappeared to but that was the last I saw of him that night.
In the morning, despite being adequately rested, I was peevish. I didn't realise how much until I tried to schedule dinner that evening with a couple of friends. I suggested Andersonville, they told me they were fine with any restaurant there as long as it had veggie and fish options (which I look for anyway). I suggested Reza's and the response was, "We're not fond of Reza's". So I said, fuck it, some other time.
I already had an invitation to the beach so I took it. It was this young boy from South Jersey who I'd met at bear coffee the previous Thursday. He was camped out at the family end of the beach and liked spending a lot of time in the water, neither of which is what I come to Hollywood Beach for. So although I enjoyed chatting, it was nice to finally break away and join some pals further east.
One of them was the twin brother of a guy I fooled around with some years ago. I'd always thought he only tolerated me, but he'd been fairly friendly at Furrball the evening before and was even kinder at the beach, so I brought my towel close and we hung out for about an hour. While letting my eyes roam, I spotted a lone daddy and started trying to flirt. He wore sunglasses, so it was difficult to tell how much he was flirting back, but when my pals left, I took the leap of moving my towel close to his.
When it became clear he wasn't going to initiate conversation, I finally said, "I was trying to chase the sun but it's moving too fast." (We were both in the shade of a high-rise at that point.) He chuckled and said, "I was hoping it would swing back around." This started a leisurely exchange that proceeded, with large gaps, for the next ninety minutes or so. The weather was perfect; a breeze blowing off the lake kept the beach so cool at one point I put my t-shirt back on. I felt like I could have stayed there indefinitely.
But eventually I got hungry (he offered me some pretzel thins) and I felt I should do the laundry I'd been putting off since Friday, so I made my excuses and left. I liked him, but I didn't feel anxious about never seeing him again. It was nice to see the beach with a very different face than it has in the middle of the day and I went home feeling much more centred.
Yesterday was a good day.
I slept surprisingly well given that I'd been out till 3 a.m. There was a party called "Furrball" at Metro. It was honestly a bit disappointing compared to some of the past bear events I've enjoyed in that space but I was surrounded with enthusiastic baby bears (Sloppy Boy and a couple friends) so I was able to borrow their eyes a bit. We made it our mission to get SB shirtless on the floor and succeeded.
I also had a curious encountre in the restroom line. At Market Days earlier that day, I saw a muscly ginger bear (yes,
bitterlawngnome, I thought of you) I recognised, so I came up, put my hand on his back, and said, "Hi Brett!" He looked at me and said, "I'm not Brett". But he was friendly all the same and we chatted for several minutes--mostly about my glasses--before his friends dragged him off.I wondered if I might see him later at Furrball and I did. He was still enamoured of my glasses but this time he complimented my general handsomeness as well. As we stood in line, he pointed someone out to me and said, "That person is an awful human being" and briefly explained why I should avoid him. I looked for him after we'd finished peeing--and he was gone. I don't know where he'd disappeared to but that was the last I saw of him that night.
In the morning, despite being adequately rested, I was peevish. I didn't realise how much until I tried to schedule dinner that evening with a couple of friends. I suggested Andersonville, they told me they were fine with any restaurant there as long as it had veggie and fish options (which I look for anyway). I suggested Reza's and the response was, "We're not fond of Reza's". So I said, fuck it, some other time.
I already had an invitation to the beach so I took it. It was this young boy from South Jersey who I'd met at bear coffee the previous Thursday. He was camped out at the family end of the beach and liked spending a lot of time in the water, neither of which is what I come to Hollywood Beach for. So although I enjoyed chatting, it was nice to finally break away and join some pals further east.
One of them was the twin brother of a guy I fooled around with some years ago. I'd always thought he only tolerated me, but he'd been fairly friendly at Furrball the evening before and was even kinder at the beach, so I brought my towel close and we hung out for about an hour. While letting my eyes roam, I spotted a lone daddy and started trying to flirt. He wore sunglasses, so it was difficult to tell how much he was flirting back, but when my pals left, I took the leap of moving my towel close to his.
When it became clear he wasn't going to initiate conversation, I finally said, "I was trying to chase the sun but it's moving too fast." (We were both in the shade of a high-rise at that point.) He chuckled and said, "I was hoping it would swing back around." This started a leisurely exchange that proceeded, with large gaps, for the next ninety minutes or so. The weather was perfect; a breeze blowing off the lake kept the beach so cool at one point I put my t-shirt back on. I felt like I could have stayed there indefinitely.
But eventually I got hungry (he offered me some pretzel thins) and I felt I should do the laundry I'd been putting off since Friday, so I made my excuses and left. I liked him, but I didn't feel anxious about never seeing him again. It was nice to see the beach with a very different face than it has in the middle of the day and I went home feeling much more centred.
Yesterday was a good day.
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