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.

New Year

I think it's safe to say that we're all ready to move on from 2010, some maybe a little more than others.  Fortunately, I escaped this year with very little drama.  THANK GOD last New Year's Eve didn't set the tone for the rest of the year, then I would have been screwed.  I'm talking "'just the tip' turns into a fist full of thunder beads up the ass" screwed.

Cliche

If you're looking to meet a bunch of sloppy drunk guys who have convinced themselves they're intelligent, I suggest you check out a bar that hosts Trivia on Sunday nights.  But I warn you, it's really hard to be sober and harbor any attraction for the men, even the hot ones.  They've spent their entire day downing beers while watching football.  Now their eyes are red, they smell like stale cigarettes, and think it's appropriate to talk to you with their face just three inches away from yours.

Different and the Same

This post requires me to start with a short story from the book of Cheryl.

I moved to Vegas a month after initially moving to California.  Why I moved is an entirely different short story for another time.  While living in Sin City, I somehow managed to stick with working production gigs, none of which involved porn.  I know you were thinking it.