Blah.

I got a phone call from Bob R. Sunday night. He has reconciled with his ex, Ted, who lives just a couple of blocks away from my apartment in Baltimore. I've been struggling to articulate my feelings, but the words don't seem right and I end up starting over.

The good news is that Bob and I can continue to hang out together. More hiking, perhaps; I really enjoyed our hikes. It was the first hiking I've done in years. I'll probably continue to see him at the heart circles and other events. He also ventured that I might like socializing with him and Ted. I'm game.

In one of my previous entries, I wrote: One of my mantras is "time enough for everything." ...I'm happy to let this friendship grow at its own pace and in its own direction. That is still true. It's just that this isn't one of the directions I had considered. :-\

I'm going to miss sleeping with him and holding him in the night. I'm especially going to miss his kisses, although I'm sure I might have the opportunity to steal one here and there. ;-)

As I'm trying to write, I'm realizing how much I have come to care for him in a short time. He's a very sweet, sexy and smart man. Just the couple of outings I've shared with him have helped me to color in a little more of my picture of the perfect man.

Who's Your Daddy?

From the Washington Post: Conception of a Question: Who's Your Daddy?

Turkeys and Tits

Bowling on Sunday was a blast, as usual. Watching the men and women in my league bowling and enjoying the game, I'm struck by how normal it all seems. What could be more normal than folks at the bowling lanes having a good time?

Well, except for the promises of a lap dance if you bowl a turkey (three strikes in a row). Louie won a lap dance from Sharon, and John got a great shot of her smothering Louie with her tits. That's a photo that I want to add to my collection! :-)

Monday evening I trekked into DC to join Doug M. at the International Spy Museum to help him take the holiday trees and wreath out of the windows.

The trees are about eight feet tall, and we had to wrap them in bubble wrap before hauling up to the fourth floor for storage in a conference room. In order to minimize crushing any of the branches, I carried the base of each tree while he ran a large dowel through the top to handle it. The wreath was freaking heavy and we hung it from a pole and carried it upstairs like that. I swear my back was spasming -- I'm not used to using those muscles like that.

Afterwards, I had about two hours before my train left for Baltimore, so we headed to Arlington to join the Monday night dinner group at the Cowboy Cafe. I was introduced to yet more men, although I can't really remember their names -- except Tom was quite handsome in his business suit. He winked at me after making a little joke, which I found incredibly attractive. :-)

Doug dropped me off at Union Station in time to catch my train home. I was met in Baltimore by kenny73, who is visiting from Canada. He's sitting near me now, doing some journaling of his own about the Inauguration Retreat that he attended at the Gay Spirit Camp at Easton Mountain in New York State.

Towed Away

I had intended to wake up Monday morning at 5:30 to spend half an hour walking. I think that I'd like to start running, so I was hoping to start some sort of routine that included some early-morning activity. So I set my alarm for 5:30 and went to bed at a quarter to ten so I could get a good night's sleep.

I hardly slept at all. Apparently, a 10:00 p.m. bedtime is too much of a shock to my system and I tossed and turned all night. At about 4:00 a.m., I got up and turned off the alarm. No walking on Monday.

So when I got home last night, after helping Doug at the Spy Museum, I was wiped out. kenny73 and I went almost immediately to bed, after I set the alarm for 6:50 a.m. to give him time to move his car from the street.

The alarm didn't go off and his car was towed. I obviously didn't set the alarm correctly. :-(

We quickly located his car at the nearby impound lot. We left the apartment to discover a yet another wonderful day, unusual for January. Kenny picked up some cash to ransom his car and treated me to a breakfast before we wandered down to the impound lot. Then he parked it in a parking garage and we returned to my apartment.

Oh yeah

I forgot to mention how surprised and amused I was to see fuzzygruf's comment on this entry just minutes after I posted it.

I made sure to tell Dave all about it, too! :-)

What was I thinking?

Last night, my cell phone alarm went off. Apparently, I had entered an event that simply read, "divorce" and put an alarm on it. I have no idea what it was for. I thought it might be for some television program, but nothing in last night's TV listings rings a bell.

Weird. I hope I don't have an alternate personality going through a messy separation. :-\

For todc

Green acres is the place for me.
Farm livin' is the life for me.
Land spreadin' out so far and wide.
Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside!

New York is where I'd rather stay.
I get allergic smelling hay.
I just adore a penthouse view.
Dah-ling I love you but give me Park Avenue!

...The chores!
...The stores!
...Fresh air!
...Times Square!

You are my wife!
Good bye, city life!
Green Acres we are there!