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April 2, 2005
The 40 ouncer
I left Provincetown in June 2005 and stayed in Philly for a couple of weeks before moving on. As usual, I got together with a bunch men while I was here. Most of them were fun, some not. One turned out to be a little bit of a nightmare’not a major one but I could smell trouble a-brewing.
We met on ManHUNT, I think. When I got to his place in South Philly I saw that he was really tall. He was good-looking enough but he towered over me, at least 14 inches above my head. He lived in one of those South Philly houses that is smaller on the inside than it seems from the outside which made him seem even taller. Well, that and the grandmotherly clutter. At least there weren’t any statues of Saints.
I pretty much like to get the sex out of the way and chat later, if at all. No dice. He had to down a 40 ouncer before we could even start kissing. and, believe me, I tried. (If you ask The Crusher he was smart!) I took a break to piss and was horrified to see that the bathroom was decorated with framed pictures of old movie stars that he had cut out of magazines. I wanted to flee immediately but I couldn't find a convenient way to do it. OK, I’m a coward. I admit it. So there.
But wait! There’s more! He suddenly became obsessed with finding a Cher CD to play as a soundtrack for fucking. CHER! Oh god. There went another 20 minutes, rooting through drawer after drawer of old CDs. “Remember this one??” “Um...no.”
We finally had sex. I don’t remember much about it except that it happened entirely in bed, including all foreplay. I do remember that I enjoyed it and, before I left I politely said I’d be back, Big mistake. I am such an idiot.
I have broadband so I’m listed as online all day and night on hook-up sites. The next day I went out somewhere, probably to The Adonis or a movie. When I got back home there was a shit-load of messages from this guy. He went through an incredible internal drama, accusing me of ignoring him and of being “just like the other Philadelphia queens” who were only interested in sex. He thought I was “better than that,” even though I think I am pretty fucking clear that I am just looking to fuck. He finally realized that he was being a nut and apologized by the last message. He tried to excuse his lunacy with some crap about being mugged and needing someone to talk to. (Doesn’t he have any friends??) I got to read this entire insane diatribe when I got home. I promptly replied that I didn’t want this kind of drama in my life and that he should leave me alone. So far, so good.
I came back to Philly in February. Another message. He apologized for whatever it is that he had done and would I please see him again. (He had no clue.) I said there was nothing he needed to apologize for but i didn’t want him in my drumming circle life. He replied in the affirmative but I blocked him anyway.
Thursday this week I dropped some prescriptions at the pharmacy and there he was, pretending not to see me, quickly burying his head in a magazine. I skedaddled, completely forgetting to give the clerk my information. On the way home, I figured I was glad I didn’t give any of my info out loud.
Today, there was another message on m4m-world: “I saw you today [It was yesterday but, what the hell?] I really want to see you again and only just for straight sex.” I blocked him. I’m unlisted, too.
I have a feeling this is not over. He’s a very lonely man. Sad.
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