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I haven't blogged much about the dude that I have been seeing because I just haven't blogged lately. But I met him about 3 weeks ago through a mutual friend while we were out getting drunk. He's a little cutie about 5'5" tall and really muscular. He is just the cutest thing in the world and I have really enjoyed spending time with him. But of course there is always some issue. And there are 2 issues that could ruin any thought of furthering this situation.

Issue #1.) Shorty says that he doesn't want kids. Now, anyone who knows me knows that having a family that includes children is my life's dream. So this poses a problem for me. But when he told me that he didn't want kids, I didn't really think about it because I know that fatherhood is about 7 or 8 years off from now. Children are not in my near future and I am not trying to get married now either. Right now, I just want to date someone and enjoy myself. So this is not really a big issue right now. But if things were to start getting serious, Shorty and I would have to talk about this further.

Issue #2.) He doesn't want to give up any booty. I think that I have thoroughly explained that I like dick, but what I have not told is that I like a little booty every now and then. I was giving Shorty a back rub and told him to turn over on his stomach. He hesitated a little and I told him that he didn't have to worry about me poking him in the ass right then. He told me that I would have to kill him first. I didn't feel like arguing then so I just continued his back rub. Later on in the night, I brought up the subject again and we talked about it. He said that he tried it in college and didn't like it and would never do it again. I left it alone.

I had a conversation with him earlier today and I explained to him that I am not
%100 bottom and that my lil man ain't retired. I'm gonna want some eventually. I asked him if he was sure that what he said was completely accurate. This time he said no and that he had thought about being a little more versatile. But he explained that he really hadn't come to a conclusion on it. I told him that I had been through this several times with other dudes and I was not gonne try to persuade anyone to do something that they didn't want to do. I just am not gonna go through that again. Nope. Not again. Normally, I would have just ended this situation, but Shorty told him to think about it and get back with me.


I like to get things like this out of the way at the beginning of any situation because I don't want to waste anyone's time, especially mine.

How do you all fee about bringing up subject like these in the early stages of dating?

Why!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I log into my email to check it before I went to bed last night. There was one email there. It was from VP. I swear that I just looked at the computer screen for a minute in bewilderment. I didn't know whether to open it or just delete it.

Of course my nosy ass opened it. He was reminding me that it was his birthday and that he was thinking of me.

Why is it that when you finally start getting someone out of your head and/or heart they have to remind you that they still exist? Now I can't get him off of my mind!

OH-------MY--------GOODNESS!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Random Life II

I have fucking conjunctivitis. And no, it's not an STD. It's pink eye! It started Saturday night when I noticed that my eye was slightly pink and itching. Then on Sunday I thought that I was dying because I was so sensitive to light. Never mind the fact that I had to come to Rockford, IL yesterday. Now i'm walking around with a big red ass eye. Luckily, it's viral so it will clear up without me having to go to the doctor's office.

I saw a bumper sticker today that said "I ran into my ex. And then I put the car in reverse and ran over him again." Reminds me of this.

Me and Zulu got into it Friday when I got back home. My bossed called me and told me that she needed me to come to Rockford, IL on Sunday. So I pull out my laptop and try to get on the internet. NO CONNECTION! To say that I was pissed would be an understatement. I called Zulu at work and asked him what the hell was going on. He told me that it was off cause he hadn't paid the bill (no shit dumb ass). I called the phone company and the bill is $600 because it turns out that when he lived by himself, he never paid the bill in full. Just enough to keep it on. When he got off and walked in the door, I went into one of my now famous "I went the fuck off" sessions. He tried to tell me that Bellsouth added some charges and will take until next week to take them off. I guess he forgets that Beatmug works for Bellsouth or either he thinks that I am stupid. He says that he will pay it Friday. Let me get home Saturday and 1.) The phone and internet are not on. 2.) He doesn't have the money that he owes me ($160). I swear that I may go to jail for assault.

I took my final Hepatitis B vaccine shot Friday. If you are a man who has sex with men, you need this vaccination!

Me and Shorty chilled together most of the weekend. I like him, but I think that his purpose in my life is to make me forget about VP. It's working.

Somebody scratched my car! If I find out who, i'm going to jail!

Something is telling me that a new job is coming my way. I wonder where this feeling is coming from.

Thanks to iTunes, I was able to download and watch Noah's Arc for $1.99. Now I can watch it anytime anywhere.

Song on repeat today "Love Under New Management" Miki Howard

Random Life

I am so happy to be working at a site here in Atlanta. No planes, trains, or automobiles for me.

Weed has been burned. He was fun for a few days, but he started to get on my nerves with that thug wannabe act.

Taken may be given back soon. He works 2 jobs and doesn't have time to go out or anything. But he's sooooo cute though!

I went through my closet the other day and tried on all or my pants. Why do about 70% of my pants not fit. I need to gain about 15 pounds back.

Speaking of pounds, I have not been to the gym in 2 months. When I start back, I am gonna concentrate on weight training instead of cardio. I don't want to lose anymore weight.

I am loving my car the more I drive it.

The Falcons first preseason game is Friday night against the NE Patriots. The Patriots are checking into the hotel I am working at tomorrow. My camera will be ready!

I met a dude that actually is true dating potential. He's another shorty (5'5") and that body is off the chain. Why am I liking short dudes all of a sudden.

After 5 months, my voluntary sexual drought is over thanks to shorty mentioned above. I feel so rejuvenated!

Why the hell is there nothing on television worth watching? And I don't have LOGO, so Noah's Arc is out for me. Luckily a friend is recording it for me (on VHS).

I'm still broke and it looks like it's gonna stay that way. I'll just have to get use to it.

I need to update my blogroll. But it's such a tiresome process!

That's it for now. I'll holla back later.


Song on repeat today "Kissing You" by Keith Washington.

Go. There's Nothing Stopping You

Something that irks the hell out of me is people that complain about things that they have complete control over. Let me just get to the point.

I have heard so many people complain about Atlanta, Georgia. They complain about everything about the city. They complain that the traffic is too bad. They complain that there are too many gay people. They complain that it's too humid. They complain that there is nothing to do. They complain about the airport. They just complain about everything.

Last year, I was getting a manicure. The manicurist told me that she was from Detroit. When I asked her if she was enjoying Atlanta, she said no. She then went on about how she didn't like it and wanted to go back to Detroit (why?). I asked her what was keeping her here and she said nothing. I then suggested that she pack up and move back to Detroit. She looked at me like I had called her out of her name.

A few weeks ago, I was at the airport. As always, at Hartsfield-Jackson Atlanta International Airport (the world's busiest), the security lines are always long. I heard the man behind me say "I hate Atlanta's airport." I turned around and politely told him that he doesn't have to use our airport, he could always drive or take a bus and that he should make sure that his ticket is one way. He turned beet red and looked away. Other passengers just laughed.

I heard a conversation the other day between 2 women. One was complaining to the other about how since she has lived here, she has spent an enormous time dealing with traffic and hates it. The other one, without missing a beat and in her Southern Accent, told her "you know that you can always move back to California." The complainer just stared at her looking dumbfounded.

I love the city of Atlanta. We have wonderful weather with 4 real seasons. We have professional sports teams. We have affordable homes and housing. We speak to each other when we pass by. We have a large, progressive black community. We have good southern food. We have clubs open every night. And there is always something to do. This truly is a place where when people visit, they want to move here. I have seen it happen.

So I say to all of the complainers who live here and hate it to take a hint from Airtran: Go. There's Nothing Stopping You.

Me? A Thug? Wha? Wha?

So last night, I went out again. I was dressed in my usual gear. That consists of a pair of baggy or loose fittin jeans and a t-shirt or polo shirt and some gym shoes or Timbs. That's the way that I dress every day that I am not working. It's not thug-drag. That's just me.

I overheard someone say "he thinks he's a thug." When I turned around, I realized that he was talking about me. ME? I wasn't acting all wild and crazy, so I assumed that he was talking about my style of dress. Why do people think that the style of dress determines a person's demeanor and personality. I dress the way that I do because it's the style that I like. You will not catch me in the latest trendy gay styles. That's just not me. I am not anyone's thug nor am I trying to be. I am not overly masculine, nor am I overly feminine. I'm that brotha that's just in between.

Let me tell you something about me. I am just me. You could see me one day and get an impression of me and the next day see another side of me that would shock the hell out of you. The way that I walk changes. The way that I move my hands changes. The language that I use changes. The way that I drive changes. The way that I stand changes. I am not trying to be anything. I am just me.

Now what I should have done was turn around and go thug on his ass.

That Person

Is there a person that you use to date or were in a relationship with that just does it for you?

No matter what the person did right or wrong, it was ok with you.

If that person called you right now and said that he/she wanted to be with you, you would have no objections and would happily oblige.

You know that that person is not perfect, but is perfect for you, even if the feeling wasn't mutual.

All you wanted to do was make that person happy?

You would alter your life to suit what that person needs.

I know that this feeling can't be love. But if it isn't love, what is it? Whatever it is, I wish it would go away.

Deja Vu Parody

Someone, and I don't know who, sent me this video. It's hilarious as hell!