Love

I've been hesitant to write the few weeks (months) because I'm not exactly sure what to write about.  I think 3 words sum it up.  Relationships are complicated.

Blowin' in the Wind

I've been promising my friend Dylan this post for awhile.  He really has tried just about everything to get me to write about him.  He deserves a lot of credit.

Unfortunately, his attempts will greatly decrease since he is leaving us for lovely Indiana, so I'm just going to give in.  This one time.

Dear Last Night

To all my friends who were at Bar Lubitsch last night, thank you and I'm sorry.

First, it was just really fucking great to see all your faces.  Second, I appreciate everyone following their "hello" with some version of "is your boyfriend here?"  

Official

Welp.  I have a boyfriend.  And to all those who swear by "You'll find him when you least expect it" I call bullshit.  

Sure, maybe you'll bump into some cute guy (girl) at Starbucks and accidentally spill some of your sugar with a hint of coffee drink on his (her) neatly pressed, light blue, eye matching shirt (dress) that cost him $199 dollars at Marc Jacobs for Men (Anthropologie), and he'll (she'll) just flash a dazzling smile, say it's fine and ask you to join him (her).  

Sure.

One Word - Vegas.

I recently revisited an old stomping ground, Vegas.  The bar/club scene there is a little different than I've experienced elsewhere.  Everyone seems to have one thing on their mind - the one night (or weekend) stand.

God and Guns

So a lapsed Catholic and a Pastor walk into a coffee shop.  The beginning of a politically incorrect joke?

Probably.  But in this case, it's just another day in my dating world.

VD for MA

Happy Valentine's Day kids!  If you're not already reading http://tomyhusband.tumblr.com/, do so.  Why?  Page 8.  "Valentine's Day - I don't care.  No, really.  It's a bullshit Hallmark holiday.  There's no need for candy, flowers, or anything cheesy.  Just make me cum that night."

Enough said.

Let's Talk

I will begin by saying that on this New Year's Eve in San Diego, I was poked with a frozen sausage and that was the most action I got.  I see that as an improvement from last year.

Now, I've come to realize through repeated experiences that girls dislike conversations which are prefaced with some variation of "We need to talk..." just as much as guys.  When a conversation starts in such a fashion it is very rare that both parties will walk away happy.