One day

I mean, one bull rider per lifetime is enough for anyone.

Mercy! If he looks like JB Mauney or Chris Shivers, I’d agree.

I have found several ¨my types.¨

Well I never have. Javi wasn’t the “type” I was looking for. He’s pretty smart, wiser (no, he’s 43) and cute as a button with a butt to match.

The good thing about Nebraska, though, is that the men are SOOO much my type that this technique only has to work once. I mean, one bull rider per lifetime is enough for anyone.

Funny story. Friend and I were talking about a woman working in a comic shop, years ago. He was working up the nerve to ask her out and I said ‘don’t worry about it, she’s gay.’ He asked if I was serious and I told him I was joking.

He then asks if my mom would check her out. I was kind of shocked. I said “You don’t get a handheld l-e-s-b-i-a-n scanner and a toaster oven when you come out.” He honestly thought there was a ‘sixth sense’ thing going on.

Bob, I just read the interview you linked and while I found Obama advocating increasing spending on infrastructure…

If the “stimulus” bill *was* an infrastructure bill – instead of a pork give-away – there’d be less to criticize.

Long story short: no bob, Obama *still* didn’t campaign on the massive Porkulus that the Democrats recently passed. Think of another apology for him… a new excuse. I know you can.

My “husband” and I hateed each other in college. Really. I wasn’t interetsed in a relatiuonship and we used to shout insults at each other across the bar. He followed me home one night and I kept telling to go away. That was almost twenty years ago. I later realized I very much did want a realtionship but was all effed up about it after years of disappointment and travail.

If there’s a moral here, I think it might be something like “seeking what you (thinkj you) want aint a successful strategy – live as honestly as you can and be who you are and most things will come out pretty well.

Gawd, where did those rose colored contacts come from?!?

I actually enjoyed serial dating for a time, but it’s a relief to be beyond it.

no, and any responsible reader would admit that that would be impossible.

Especially since the amount passed will more than likely tripple before it’s all said and done. Not only that, but it will leave the states holding the bag for billions of dollars or cutting thousands of people off the social tit.

As far as looking for Mr. Right, I used to do the bars in the Montrose district of Houston going 3-4 nights a week. I had found a guy that I was in lust with and we dated for a few months, but later discovered that neither of us were in love.

After a while, a friend told me that I was never going to find him at a bar and I pretty much agreed. I had given up looking and just went to the bars to drink and people watch. I even quit dressing up and wore what I wanted to wear. I found Javier as I was leaving one bar and going to another. We’ve been together now for 12 years.

My advice is not to be looking for anybody. Just go to the bars or wherever because you want to. One thing you might try is putting a ring on your left hand. The snob queens in Houston rarely gave me the time of day, but folks hit on me all the time after I put a ring on my finger.

I wish I had a “bi-dar”

Not that I know much about bi’s, but it seems to me like it would be easier to hook up with a guy.

blech

My point exactly. It dosn’t matter where you are, you can meet the man of your dreams when you least expect it, and usually do. Kurt, keep the faith!

I was not too keen on the bar scene either. I found most of the people there either brainless Peacocks, or sex hungry guys with no interest in a relationship at all. When I moved from San Diego to Fresno, one of the reasons was that I was sick of the bar scene there – it felt like a dead end. I had given on the love think so completely, I did the foolhardy thing and move from paradise to Fresno! So here I am in Fresno, a town that has only a few gay bars. After a few months, I had gotten sick of the shallow scene here, but there was nothing else better to do. One night I was very bored and decided to go one of the bars that I usually don’t go to, a leather-ish bar called the Red Lantern. It wasn’t an official leather bar, but you would see it there often enough. Well, on the drive over, the voice in my head was telling me that this would be just like all the other nights, and I would be just as disappointed as ever, so I should just turn around and go home. When I walked in, one guy immediately caught my eye – casually dressed, looked a bit bored, but MAN, he was hot! I started making small talk about the videos being shown of male dancers, and soon we started talking about philosophy or something. I don’t remember exactly what we talked about, but it became apparent that, on top of the hotness, this one had a brain as well. He is the man who would end up being the Sonic Mate. It will be 13 years in July, and he hasn’t discarded me yet!

PS. Rule of thumb – if you find someone you like, what ever you do, DON’T spawn on the first date. Makes the next date that much more exiting!