All I want(ed) for Christmas

Much has happened in that last week.

The Greek showed that he was a loon by refusing to accept my many apologies. He said he didn't appreciate being stood-up and I didn't/don't care enough to counter his argument by pointing out that I called him beforehand. I said goodbye to him and deleted his number from my phone and all e-mails to and from him. Me deleting a number from my phone means I have no intentions of speaking with you ever again. I still have numbers of jerks on my phone but they were adult jerks ... not "crazy" jerks. All the signs were there that he might not be the most stable person but I decided to ignore them because I have a tendency to give everyone a fair shot and not just to write them off. So my ignoring the fact that he was pretty much proposed to me on the second date, wanted to take me to Miami for vacation and January, and asking if I wanted to move to Greece with him was pretty much showed my naivety. All this drama was after I let him know that I am not looking for he is looking for BUT we could be friends and hang out. I guess he thought I would change my mind and give in ... and now he is hurt. But he did it to himself so I don't feel bad about the situation anymore. I hope that I am not becoming one of those heartless gay men you hear about

All this drama was followed by some good things. I got a brand new computer at work and I longer have to deal with the ancient device I was given on my first day. The computer was so old that it would play my iPod music without skipping. So now I don't need to use my iBook at work because I can listen to my iPod and read my RSS websites from Google Reader. I will still carry it around with me just in case I need it. But so far, I don't.

The day after The Greek fiasco, I ended up getting like 10 replies to an old personal ad. Some were interesting, some were not. It is hard to impress me in 200 words or less. I haven't met a lot of people from personal ads because the end up being something totally different in really life. For example, The Greek. The was 30+ lbs more than what he listed on his profile, and the picture was from 5 years ago. But I thought he was a nice guy so I met up with him ... I am regretting it now. But I am not going to poo on my whole Internet personals experience because I did end up meeting some really cool people with whom I remain friends. It is a lot easier to meet people this way than at a club. I hate clubs for many reasons but mainly, it is not a good place to be social. It hard to carry on a conversation while screaming over bad music. Also, unlike New York, Texas still allows smoking in public places. I hate smoke. Smoking is a non-negotiable with me. So not being a guy who enjoys clubbing, it is hard to meet other guys. I think I have to some other guys soon because I am afraid my Michael obsession is threatening to consume me.

Michael called me this past Thursday to play tennis at his country club. Things started off strange when I noticed he was wearing the exact opposite of me. I had on a black shirt, white shorts, black socks, black sneaker; he had on white shirt, black shorts, white socks, white sneakers. We both commented on how "Bizarro" it was (referring to an episode of Sealab 2021). He whupped me 3 sets to 0, but I ending up betting him in a game of 21. After tennis we ended up going out for dinner at IHOP. It have had pancakes since my housemate and I drove down from NY to TX and stopped at a Waffle House in Little Rock, Arkansas. Anyway ... we enjoyed conversing while consuming mass quantities of saturated fat. I had egg beaters, so that will give me four extra days before I die of a massive heart attack. We took turns trying to top each others inappropriate jokes and just being generally silly. We talked about Brokeback Mountain and how we both felt full of melancholy for a few days after the movie. I joked that I cried, but I didn't. I just felt sad. He asked me what was the last movie that made me cry. I couldn't think of anything, but I remember crying while watching Grease.

"Grease?!?" he asked with a look of disgust on his face.
"Yeah -- I was like five," I replied
"God you're young!" he exclaimed.

He is older than me by decade or so, if you were wondering. I shot him a look that said "get over it," and we began talking about other stuff. We both admitted our love and ire of "Showgirls." We were still in the restaurant an hour after we finished our meal enjoying our conversation. Then our waitress looked like she wanted to go home, so we decided it was time to head out. We both reach for our wallets and I told him I will be paying. He still pulled out his card but told him to put it away again. He was all...

"Are you sure [your broke ass can pay -- my interpretation based on tone]?"

I took the check and we headed to cashier. We ending up talking to our waitress for a couple minutes before wishing her a Happy Holiday and leaving. We said our goodbyes and I headed home.

Enjoying Xmas in a semi-conscious state while watching movies and TV shows on DVD (Chappelle Show, Little Britain, Family Guy) I get a call from Michael. It started off as one of our basic conversations but it sort of veered off to something more adult in nature. He got these movies from a friend and he proceeded to give me a graphic description of what these "actors" were doing. About 20 minutes of this, he wanted to know if I wanted to come over. I said sure. I showered, dressed, had several freakouts, and got there an hour later. This was the first time I've been over since we ended things and it was strange. I proceeded to take my place on his couch but with a 3 foot buffer zone. We ended watching the middle part of "Hedwig and the Angry Inch" and then he wanted to me to see the pictures he took while in Portugal. He is a amateur photographer, so they were really nice. Then we ended up going through is record collection and he seem surprised that I knew a lot about different artist he had in his collection. He is planning on getting a USB turntable to hook up to his computer to convert he albums to mp3. I gave him a list of songs I wanted when he complete his project. I saw that he had a Grace Jones records, which segued to me tell him that I met Grace Jones because I was a friend of her nephew. She was terribly think and she seemed a bit "out of it" ... if you know what mean.

We headed back downstairs and talked for a bit, and then end up watch Female Troubles because there was a John Waters marathon on the Independent Film Channel. I told him that I loved Hairspray and Serial Mom (both John Waters films). It was weird because we barely talked when we were in front of the television. We watched the movie with a bit of commentary and when it ended, I got up to leave. We hugged each other goodbye and made vague plans for tennis this week.

So I didn't get what I wanted to for Xmas ... maybe next year.