Speaking of...

I apologize for the tardiness in my posts.

I've been off the grid since Wednesday evening, and actually semi-busy doing things. So for your brief entertainment tonight, here's a few random thoughts from my week.

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Seems like Elevator Boy had a party. At least that’s what Facebook said. One of the newsfeed items was that someone we both know was attending some sort of shindig at his place, so naturally I clicked to see where and who would be attending.
Not that I knew anyone going other than our one mutual connection, I was intrigued just the same. Then I thought I was getting creepy on my Facebook stalking and promptly closed the window and forgot about it. After all, my main goal with him is to simply introduce myself so I don’t feel like a stalker every time I see him. And checking out his Facebook does not help that argument.

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Speaking of Facebook, it’s been weeks, and I still have not heard from Former Gay Best Friend. Makes me a little sad that he couldn’t take the time out to answer me, even if it was just to say no thanks. After all, he was the one who added me to Facebook; he initiated conversation earlier with a few messages back and forth.
So now I’m tempted to message again to just see if he’ll reply. Perhaps I just got lost in the shuffle online and he didn’t remember getting the message? I’m not sure…hey man, if you happen to be a reader, don’t be freaked out! Message me, because we have a lot to talk about. (That was my imagination just now, in case you didn’t notice…)

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Speaking of gay boys, I’ve been seeing my fuck buddy a little more often than usual. More often being more than once a month, but less than once a week. Our meetings are fun, because I get to have sex. But it’s getting to the point where things are getting a bit…stale. I want a little more ‘challenging’ sex, if that makes any sense. We basically do the deed, and while that is always enjoyable, he’s very lazy in bed and doesn’t go out of his way to make it a fully engaged experience.
Plus, he apparently doesn’t like to bottom. This puzzles me to no end, because I cannot imagine a boy who does not take at least some pleasure from the act. He also is tongue tied while we’re in bed, but has no problem in telling me online what he likes and doesn’t like.
“Yeah, sure,” he said to my last message asking if he was free. “But you can’t fuck me. I’m so not into that haha.”
Hrm…I really should find someone new to sleep with.

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Speaking of lazy, I’ve been terrible at keeping up my links. There are so many people I need to link to, and a few I have to remove due to retirement. I would also like to overhaul the layout, because I haven’t changed it once since I started blogging. But because I am both unmotivated and untechnologically skilled when working in HTML/online stuff, I don’t know how to do that. Any requests/suggestions for what you’d like to see changed?

It happened again...

I keep running into that boy!

Today it wasn't the elevator...it was clear across town. I was walking on the street, minding my own, a fresh coffee in hand before heading to my next class. I'd taken a long walk off campus to enjoy the sun and help wake me up after an early morning of class. As I was making my way, slowly, in the direction of campus, someone entered my peripheral vision.

I was caught by his height, which I like, so I slowly shifted my head. And who greeted my gaze but Elevator Boy.

I think I opened my mouth a crack and made some feeble noise, but he didn't notice, headphone firmly planted in his ears. He must have recognized me, we were literally standing beside each other.

Seconds later, he was making headway and was feet in front of me. This is strange, because I can out-walk anyone in Toronto, yet he blew by me either in an obvious hurry or out of terror at seeing me again.

It's not fair for him to flee me so. After all, I was the one aimlessly walking on the sidewalk when he came up behind me. If he didn't recognize me until he was on top of me, he should have damn well fallen back if he felt all creepy-stalkerish.

Who knows, maybe this is just turning into a strange urban game, see where we can spot each other but avoid all contact.

And here I was...almost ready to introduce myself upon our next chance meeting, when he takes me completely off guard and screws it up.

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I messaged Former (Gay) Best Friend the other day. Days ago, actually, after Tim basically threatened to do it for me. I tried being upbeat, and didn't mention the whole gay thing. Instead I said we should just catch up with each other, since we're both in town.

As of this moment, I still haven't heard back. I guess it's possible he didn't check his messages, but the amount of time it's taken is a little puzzling. I mean, even to just say no takes very few minutes.

Maybe he's thrown by this 'voice from the past' thing. I mean, if I were in the same position, I'd probably think about it for a few days before replying. I'm trying to remain optimistic about the whole thing, while rehearsing ways to slip in my important questions to coffee conversation.