Bear Pride Report #1: The OWGAs

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1. Terry from WI: I actually met this cutie at the last Bear Night. Or at Gay Pride last year. (I asked him, "Didn't I have my picture taken with you at Pride?" and he replied, "That must've been my cute day. I had my picture taken a lot of times.") In any case, he said he'd be at the Boxer Party at Buck's--and he was. But he barely said "Hi" as he went past and, later, when I came up to him, was distinctly cool. This has happened to me enough times already, I shouldn't be as put out as I'm trying not to be. He doubles as Biggest Disappointment for this year.
2. Bill from WI: Ran into him on the last day at Sidetrack; he asked if I remembered meeting him there last year and I had to say no. I wouldn't've thought I could forget such a cute smile, but somehow I did. I also bungled my come-on: I cruised him hard for a bit, but didn't get much response. He came over, but walked past without stopping. Only minutes later did I realise that he had stopped just behind our table and was waiting for me to speak first; by the time there was an opportunity, he was back at the bar. I eventually got my hands on his very, very furry back, but then he was put off by my nails. Oh, well; some people love me for 'em, some will never sleep with me because of them; in that sense, they're just like every personal trait.
3. Steve from OK: Here, as before, I forgot the first rule of pursuing older bears: They rarely come to you; you have to go to them. You'd think it would be easy to remember, but it contradicts a more basic rule of gay life: It's the less attractive man who speaks first. Fortunately, my new buddy Hector either doesn't know that latter rule or ignores it, since he bounced on up to this big ol' truck driver in coveralls (and not a helluva lot else). Then I strolled nonchalantly by and visions swirled in his head of what he could do with the two of us. (Or so he told me. More than once.) He's a fluffer for IML! How awesome is that? I teased him about becoming a consultant, a freelance Leather Eye for the Vanilla Guy. (More on that later.) When I left, Hector looked well on his way to a damn good time and I hope he had it--mostly because he's a great guy, but also because I wouldn't mind a report.

Past OWGAs in attendence included at least one I've written about, a daddy from OH who just got dumped; the Human Carpet, who seemed to be everywhere; and this guy I sidled up to at the dance last year but never even learned the name of. Will I ever see any of this year's again?

Less profitable
than writing on the waters
of a flowing stream--
such is the futility
of unrequited passion. (Anonymous)

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>> It's the less attractive man who speaks first >>

oh. is that why i can never pick anyone up at bars?