Aug. 9th, 2022 04:50 pm
Big Hot Gay Summer: The Contenders
So summer is nearly over but my efforts to find a hot summer fling continue. Quick review of the candidates:
WW is who I complained about in my last two posts. When things kicked off, it really seemed like here was a relationship if I was willing to pursue it. Nearly three weeks later, I'm really not sure what's going on. Last Wednesday I texted him and got a breezy, friendly response. I asked about the weekend; he was pretty noncommittal. I told him about my cocktail party and he said, "I'll let you know" (i.e. "I'm not coming"), which left me feeling sad and resigned.
But I thought back to how I landed our first date, which was by texting him the day after we met and asking, "Are you free tonight?" So maybe he's just not one to plan ahead? I tested this Friday by repeating the same procedure. Lo and behold, it worked and he took me to dinner at Noon-o-Kabob. (I had wanted to treat him but I stupidly ended up leaving my credit card at Whiskey Girl, where I met up with some friends.) We had a very nice time, he brought me back to the restaurant to retrieve my card, and then...
Well, I suggested we go back to his place. He begged off, saying he was too tired, and took me to mine--and then we made out in front for like 20 minutes. I thought about inviting him in but then when he said something about being "better in the morning", I suggested instead that he text me when he was awake and I'd come over. He seemed to agree and I went to bed happy. Then he never texted. I got in touch about 11 and asked if he'd changed his mind. I got some guff from him about wanting to "let things happen"--as if we weren't two grown adults with full agency, but whatever. He then mentioned he might have a couple people over for ribs on Sunday and he'd "let me know". (He never let me know.)
So maybe he's the spontaneous sort when it comes to sex as well? I have friends who tell me they never like to plan sex. Fine, I could work with that if--when he was feeling horny--he texted me and was like, "Why don't you come over?" But that hasn't happened yet and I'm beginning to doubt it will. Maybe he's on the ace spectrum or something? Maybe, but then that needs to be a conversation since right now I'm feeling pretty jerked around. Se we're stepping back from this one for the time being.
The Assyrian is a hottie I met at Pride North and impressed by reading his Syriac tattoo. He was with a friend (the Leprechaun who was a candidate for last summer's summer fling before he dicked me over) and I cleverly got his number by taking a picture of said friend and then asking for a phone number I could send it to. I hung back for a bit but then I happened to see him getting bubble tea last week and popped in to invite him to cocktails. He didn't come, but we did end up texting for over an hour talking about music and literature. I gave him an open-ended invitation to hit me up for dinner sometime so we'll see if he takes me up on that.
Bama Clint we adopted at SoFo on Sunday. I was there to return the ID of a foaf who I tricked with Saturday night and just ended up spending the whole day. Within the first hour, we'd clocked this guy, who my friend actually mistook for![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
clintswan. I cruised him a bit, chatted him up while ordering a drink, and as I started back, he asked, "Can I join you and your friends?" He'd literally moved to town two days before and is living in some godforsaken suburb (crashing with a friend from the sound of it). Over the course of the afternoon, we felt each other up as he put away more vodkas-with-white-soda than I would have thought a man his size capable of.
Me, my friend, and my trick left at one point to get dinner. We got back to find Bama Clint alone, waiting for karaoke to start. He had an invitation to stay with two of my friends that night but they'd moved on to another bar and he wanted to sing. So I stayed with him until he song came up (he wasn't good) and then packed him into a rideshare. My friends were surprised I hadn't just taken him back to my place but I don't like sleepovers. It's probably inevitable if we keep seeing each other though.
Before he crashed that night, he asked, "Can I message you tomorrow?" I even considered taking the morning off to nail him before sending him back south but he took his time getting back to me so I just went in. He made it very clear he was looking to sow some oats now that he's living here but also that he finds me hella cute. I now know more about his fantasies than I do about most people I've slept with several times. So I guess we'll see where this goes.
- Weight Watchers So called because that's who he works for. Until recently, the leading candidate.
- The Assyrian Recently relocated from Detroit. A dark horse.
- Bama Clint Recently relocated from Alabama. The newest (and most enthusiastic) entrant.
WW is who I complained about in my last two posts. When things kicked off, it really seemed like here was a relationship if I was willing to pursue it. Nearly three weeks later, I'm really not sure what's going on. Last Wednesday I texted him and got a breezy, friendly response. I asked about the weekend; he was pretty noncommittal. I told him about my cocktail party and he said, "I'll let you know" (i.e. "I'm not coming"), which left me feeling sad and resigned.
But I thought back to how I landed our first date, which was by texting him the day after we met and asking, "Are you free tonight?" So maybe he's just not one to plan ahead? I tested this Friday by repeating the same procedure. Lo and behold, it worked and he took me to dinner at Noon-o-Kabob. (I had wanted to treat him but I stupidly ended up leaving my credit card at Whiskey Girl, where I met up with some friends.) We had a very nice time, he brought me back to the restaurant to retrieve my card, and then...
Well, I suggested we go back to his place. He begged off, saying he was too tired, and took me to mine--and then we made out in front for like 20 minutes. I thought about inviting him in but then when he said something about being "better in the morning", I suggested instead that he text me when he was awake and I'd come over. He seemed to agree and I went to bed happy. Then he never texted. I got in touch about 11 and asked if he'd changed his mind. I got some guff from him about wanting to "let things happen"--as if we weren't two grown adults with full agency, but whatever. He then mentioned he might have a couple people over for ribs on Sunday and he'd "let me know". (He never let me know.)
So maybe he's the spontaneous sort when it comes to sex as well? I have friends who tell me they never like to plan sex. Fine, I could work with that if--when he was feeling horny--he texted me and was like, "Why don't you come over?" But that hasn't happened yet and I'm beginning to doubt it will. Maybe he's on the ace spectrum or something? Maybe, but then that needs to be a conversation since right now I'm feeling pretty jerked around. Se we're stepping back from this one for the time being.
The Assyrian is a hottie I met at Pride North and impressed by reading his Syriac tattoo. He was with a friend (the Leprechaun who was a candidate for last summer's summer fling before he dicked me over) and I cleverly got his number by taking a picture of said friend and then asking for a phone number I could send it to. I hung back for a bit but then I happened to see him getting bubble tea last week and popped in to invite him to cocktails. He didn't come, but we did end up texting for over an hour talking about music and literature. I gave him an open-ended invitation to hit me up for dinner sometime so we'll see if he takes me up on that.
Bama Clint we adopted at SoFo on Sunday. I was there to return the ID of a foaf who I tricked with Saturday night and just ended up spending the whole day. Within the first hour, we'd clocked this guy, who my friend actually mistook for
clintswan. I cruised him a bit, chatted him up while ordering a drink, and as I started back, he asked, "Can I join you and your friends?" He'd literally moved to town two days before and is living in some godforsaken suburb (crashing with a friend from the sound of it). Over the course of the afternoon, we felt each other up as he put away more vodkas-with-white-soda than I would have thought a man his size capable of.Me, my friend, and my trick left at one point to get dinner. We got back to find Bama Clint alone, waiting for karaoke to start. He had an invitation to stay with two of my friends that night but they'd moved on to another bar and he wanted to sing. So I stayed with him until he song came up (he wasn't good) and then packed him into a rideshare. My friends were surprised I hadn't just taken him back to my place but I don't like sleepovers. It's probably inevitable if we keep seeing each other though.
Before he crashed that night, he asked, "Can I message you tomorrow?" I even considered taking the morning off to nail him before sending him back south but he took his time getting back to me so I just went in. He made it very clear he was looking to sow some oats now that he's living here but also that he finds me hella cute. I now know more about his fantasies than I do about most people I've slept with several times. So I guess we'll see where this goes.