Let's Eat, Drink, and go to Mary's! The first Date

A couple of days ago, I had an inspiration to go to the Houston Pride parade and figured that would be a neat first date.  I made the suggestion to Teaser and she readily accepted since she's never gone into that neighborhood before (suburban mom) and thought it would be a neat adventure.

Since I knew traffic and parking was going to be a nightmare, I suggested we'd meet at a hotel and share a cab in.  I got there a few minutes before she arrived and was greeted by an attractive friendly face. Since we had at least four hours before the parade, we sat and had a beer and had some idle talk for a  bit before we decided it was time to head into town before traffic in the area would build up.
After being dropped off at a Greek restaurant, went inside for a quick meal and drink.  After the meal, I leaned over for a tentative kiss and she was quite receptive to it.  My confidence bolstered, we pondered as to what to do and decided she needed to see what the area had to offer.  We stopped at Mary's to make arrangements to get on the roof and got a beer while we were at it. 
Sitting down, we really talked about much, but it was a good convo.  From what I can tell, she was eyeballing everything going on in the bar and after the beers arrived via a scantily clad bartender and predicted that she will see a cock inside of 10 minutes.
Almost on cue, someone dropped their pants and showed of his cock and she just looked at him with a wild-eyed look and we both had a good laugh about that.

Finishing our beers, we wound up hitting the a variety of clothing resell shops, and during our long walk*, she got an eyeful of the various people who had staked out a place along the route.  It was crowded, wild, and if you're not careful, you can easily get lost; so I took the initiative and offered my hand to hold.  She took it without hesitation and that simply gave me the clear that she was comfortable with me.
As we wandered through one store than another, I started to give her a bit of a smooch now and again, some more intense than others.

Eventually, we had back to Mary's before the crowd makes it impossible to move around and sit in the bar. A little after we got out drinks, I started to smooch her a bit and I had moved closer.  She had felt that I was aroused and, I can't remember exactly who instigated it**, but her hand slowly went up my shorts (these as a matter of fact), and I couldn't help myself to adjust my position to allow her more access.  As I felt her gently grip my cock, she slowly started making a stroking motion.  As I looked at her face, the expression had changed, to what I believe, was simply the joy of holding a cock. In a room with at least 90 people with a lip syncing act right behind us.  Her expression changed yet again when I suggested she rubbed the tip and felt the unmistakable texture of precum. 
By this time, my cock was sticking out of my shorts, and I reached down, rubbed the tip and brought my finger up to her lips and coated her lips with my juices and let out a silent moan.  If the bar wasn't full of people, I hardly doubt it would have been silent.
I repeated the gesture again and put rubbed some of it on her tongue.   I was so turned on, I was afraid to ponder what would happen if I reached an orgasm.
Maybe come in my hand and feed it to her?
That possibility died a quiet death as she withdrew her hand and composed herself.  The time to go upstairs quickly arrived and we took our positions to watch the parade.

The rest of the evening was fairly quiet as we enjoyed getting beads from below and simply enjoyed each other's company.  We arrived back at the hotel, talked for a bit in lobby and asked her if she had a good time.
She responded in a positive sense, but hedged a bit on how this was basically her first shot at dating since the divorce and seemed to hedge whether or not she wanted to date.

I understood where her head was, but I question every move that I did. 
Every single move I did, I waited for ANY signal that whatever I was doing was NOT welcome, but at every step, all I got were positive reactions.  We texted each other briefly to make sure she got home okay, but I figured she just wanted to spend time of the kids (read: inquisition).

She went to bed with a short text and, once again, saying that she had a terrific time.
Now I just have to wait and see..the good news is, that she hasn't read the blog since she discovered it.

Yeah, we'll see how long THAT lasts.


*well, considering there wasn't any shade in the 100+ temperature, it WAS long.
** DUH! I probably did.

Why do they come back?

For the past couple of weeks it just seems that old girlfriends come out of the woodwork, within 3 weeks, Andi, Stella, and Stormcloud have contacted me.

Andi has been chatting off and on with me for the past several weeks.  Having decided that I was going to be a passive participant in this by simply giving basically one or two word responses to her various questions and the occasional pauses of what was going on in HER life. She had made more of a concerted effort to contact me, but I really didn't see a point in it.

We didn't discuss US, we didn't talk about good old times.  We simply talked about how our separate lives.
I finally had to question her motives to calling me about nothing.  Most of my friends who call me, we bitch about each other's lives, make plans for dinner, talk about kids, SOMETHING.
But not her.
"What is your point in calling me? I thought we finished this conversation a few months ago." I asked as I tried to keep my temper in check.
"Just want to...I miss you.." She started to say in a quiet voice.
"We're not dating, and I seriously doubt I'm on your dating radar again." I replied.
"Never say never."
Fine. Whatever.
I then discussed how hard it was going back into the dating pool and thought I'd mention how difficult it was to find someone with the same kinks.
She was curious.
I listed them.  We called it "The Grocery List."
There was silence with only the occasional acknowledgment.

After I was done, I waited.

"Some of it seems quite fascinating. You know, I need to go to bed, got to get to the gym in the morning." was the only thing she could say.
"Okay, see you later, bye." as I closed the phone and threw it the phone at the couch in frustration.

Within 24hrs, Stella and Stormcloud Contacted me.

Late into the evening yesterday, I was on the couch semi-dozing, recovering from several days without little sleep when I my phone buzzed with a text msg.
Pushing the cat off, I reached for the phone on the floor, I saw that it wasn't anyone on my contact list.
"[daughter's name] is going to a baseball game with the in-laws.  She's excited to be in town and hopes to see you."
The fog from my doze cleared instantly.
Fuck! It was Stella!
I ignore the msg.   I was done with her.  I refuse to get myself involved with her.   So I ignore the text and go on with my evening.
This evening, I get another text; "She says that the astros aren't doing well.  Can you meet her for drinks after the game?"
What? Is she out of her head?
It took some effort, but I ignored the text.  I don't plan on answering it, but I'm stupid enough to keep it on my phone.  If I had any brains, I'd delete it as soon as I finish this entry.

Finally, Stormcloud.
God bless her, but no.  She calls me up at 4am yesterday.  Instead of a friendly conversation, she starts in on about her financial problems, the problems with her daughter and in-law and such.  I initially was about to offer her some cash (again), until she mentioned a boyfriend.
AWESOME! I'm (hopefully!) FREE!
After listening to about 20 minutes of conversation, as usual, my mood was dropped to the point where even the pope would consider suicide as a form of bliss and would waive the "sin" if I would do it.
On the 8th try, I finally was able to pry a polite way to hang up.


Geeze. I ask again, why don't they just leave me alone and just delete me?

Finally, I have Teaser:
We haven't had a chance to meet, nor have we had even an opportunity to talk on the phone because of our schedules.
Having chatted some more, she seemed more at ease with our potential to date than she had previously.
Since she had discovered my blogs, I tried to spin it as "Hey! you know more of me than most people would when they first meet someone!" and spelled out that she had the advantage.

The more we talked, the more she seemed to enjoy me and I seemed to enjoy her intellect as well and we both agreed that we have a nice mesh of kinks.
I might get more into that, but it made me think that perhaps a list of my kinks might be needed; a "grocery list" if you will.

Ohwell, I think it's time for a nap.

Caught! Enter The Teaser

Having put up a ad on CL a couple of weeks ago, I waited for the responses to trickle in and it didn't take long.

After the intial group was fine, but it wasn't for me and eventually dropped the conversations.

One of my favorites was a woman whose responses were three or four words typed from her blackberry.

After I'd asked her what she was up to for the weekend, her response:

"Probably spend it with kiddos."

Okay.
Being the kind of guy who wants to engage in a conversation, I responded; "Oh? Cool? What are the ages? I'm thinking about heading to a movie and...blah..blah..blah"

Response was simply their ages and it sounded like fun. (!)
I went on and discussed general stuff and the response was always two or three words.
After about a day, I was wondering if she was trying to blow me off, "Are you a woman of few words, or is it just a pain to type on a blackberry?"

"Not short of words just while driving."
"You know, you could always just type when you have time and then hit send."

She laughed, but the pattern continued.
I finally got sick of it after a few more hours and blew her off.

Just because there is an email in your crackberry doesn't mean you have to send a short letter instantly!  I mean, really, when dealing with someone you're pursuing a relationship with, we can handle a little delay between emails if there is a bit of substance to it.

Another of the candidates I have been emailing seemed to get along quite well.  We seemed to have the same general interests and I was fairly optimistic.

During a lull in my day, I started reading an email from her and while the initial tone gave me caution,  she had stumbled across something incriminating.  While I suspected she MIGHT have come across the blog, I wasn't going to confirm or deny anything until I knew WHAT she found.  She strongly hinted that perhaps it was better to just call the whole thing off.
I feigned innocence and asked what she found?  I was fairly certain she didn't find the blog, but probably got me confused with some OTHER idiot.
The next letter contained two links two both of my blogs.   While I was in a store at the time, it was all I could do to giving a visible reaction.   In my mind, I ran around screaming like a little girl and wondering what to do.

Outside, I was the calm cool demeanor that I try to exude....but for a bit there, I thought I wet myself a little bit.

She went on to explain that her ex husband and her both into "The Lifestyle" and didn't think she could go down that road.  After I explained that I was sincere that I am open to changing my ways, she was more than a bit skeptical.
Not that I blame her in the least, but I believe we can.

She continued reading portions of both of my blogs and seems to be coming around.   I have no idea why, but she seems to.  So this should be interesting.

HI HON!

THIS is marital bliss?

This past weekend I got a weekend with IF and his wife to a "cook out", the invitation read like this on my phone:


"BBQ this Sunday. 4pm. Be there."

Fine.  I'm all for that. They usually have a good spread and they know I'm good for a bit of mooching (single men are easily bribed/lured with free food, ladies.  I'm just sayin'). 
When I finally get there, the table is literally groaning from the weight of all the food that was cooked and/or brought in. (I was supposed to bring a dish? Ooops!)
The cast of characters that showed up could basically be described like the cast of "Seinfeld" on a "Friend's" set with writers from "Will and Grace."
It's really a screwed up cast:
IF: Idiot friend.  We attend baseball games and strip clubs together.  That's it.  He's so hetero it's not even funny, he goes out of the way to prove it.  Yet he married a fag hag.  Go fig.

IFW:  The bullet I dodged.  Like a combination of Don Rickles, Kathy Griffin, Chelsea Lately, and a Pissed off Grace (of Will and Grace fame).  She told me credits her dropping a good sized percentage of her weight on the South Beach Diet.  
When she noted the blank look on my face, she elaborated; "Yeah, went to South Beach* almost every night and lived on vodka, vicadin, and a little cocaine.

The OTHER boyfriend:  IF goes out with him to other events that AREN'T Baseball (or topless bar) related. Cheater.  They even went to a GEORGE MICHEAL CONCERT together!  (IFW's comment when he went: "Don't come back any gayer!")

Gay Slacker dude:  Has THREE degrees.  THREE!  By age 24.   What does he do?
Anyone?  Anyone?  A WAITER!  A WAITER!  Awesome guy, though. 


San Fran Gay:  Don't really know much about him aside from the fact that he's a nice guy.


Lenny:  Known him since I first met IFW.  Don't know what he does, don't even know his real name.  He's a borderline militant gay.  He doesn't want to work hard at it because he doesn't like to sweat.  Really.

Unknown Straight girl:   Never met her before, but I think they were trying to hook me up.  No.  Ain't happening. 


After greeting the kids, hugging the IFW, and greetings overall, I turn into the kitchen and spot a little banner on the wall "Happy Birthday!"
Fuck. 
As usual I show up empty handed to one of their wingdings.
With little shame, I scoop up some of the yummies off the table and meander my way to the birthday girl.
"Did you ever think you'd make it to 40?"
"There wasn't a doubt in my mind, I just thought I'd be single and have more cats."
Ever charming. 
I asked why they didn't give me a heads up as far her b/day or this was a bit of a potluck dinner and she basically knew that I've been having a rough couple of months and have been working like crazy to save up some money for an objective that I have as well as to distract myself overall.

As I go around talking to the rest of the guests, turns out they were all originally invited to the Superbowl Party.
This party showed promise of a great deal of fun with a ton of one liners going flying:


After one of the boys lures the other (both about 4) into the dog pen:
Friend; "hey connie! Your boy is practing to be a gimp!"
"He can fetch beers and knows the difference between the cans." 


To mom holding infant:
"Baby just puked. Need a napkin?", as I instinctly reached for a wetnap that always seems to be in homes of infants and toddlers.

As she lowers baby to floor: "nah, the dog will take care of it."
Sure enough, he does, as I look on in disbelief as the Boxer takes care of the chore.

As the party was about to head out to the pool, I hesitated because of the heat and was hinting I was quite content (Of which a few others agreed) in staying in the air conditioned comfort of the room.  But the kids were insistent;


"C'mon, let's take the kids to the pool,"
"What?  Why not just let them go by themselves?"
"I know! I want to stay in and drink, but I gotta stay with the little bastards.  Its always about them!"


Later on during the party after we've done some drinking and the Birthday girl not wanting to get up for another drink:
"Fisher price needs to come up with a bar set, so he can learn how to mix drinks when we chill out at home."

There were other great one liners that I just couldn't remember, but the happy couple were playfully sniping each other constantly.
When I remarked to the birthday girl that she seemed very happy her response was typical her:
"I am very happy. I have two great sons, a nice home, the only thing spoiling it is that I wished the daddy was a bit smarter than the kids."



After relenting and eventually going out to join them in the pool, I sweated a bit more and decided it was time to go home.
I hugged BDgirl, shook hands, hugged, and waved to people.

Looking back, I can't say I wasn't just a bit jealous, but seriously wondered if this was idylic in a marriage, or if I had my own weird views on a relationship.

Hopefully, I will find out soon. 




*A local Gay Club called, "South Beach." Awesome dance music, btw. You should go.