Blogging at sunup...
...or why this blog has largely fallen by the wayside of late...
It's been a good week for working the Asian angle...first P on Friday, with her "never been with an Asian guy" aproach, then meeting Leanna on Friday, seeing her again Saturday, telling her about P's story, which apparently planted the seed of curiosity in her head, and then later having that endeavour come to fruition that very same night. I also heard a little rumour that D's found another twinkie, with whom to do a little "comparison shopping"...all in all, it seems that we're getting a little recognition of late, and it's not even Asian appreciation month! (Is there one of those, even?)
It's a good year month/week/time to be Asian, I guess!
On a completely unrelated and hypothetical note, There's a certain guilty pleasure in being mentioned in other people's blogs. My initial research has yet to definitively prove or disprove this thoery, but hell, it works for me and a select few around me. When people read about themselves in other people's blogs, as long as the account or retelling isn't too disparaging, they're generally more titillated to be mentioned than upset at being outed for whatever they did. What's both utterly touching and completely maddening, is when one is given a glowing review, but then isn't even able to share it! Gah! Luckily this is only a theoretical glowing mention elsewhereon the imaginary existence of the internet, and that there are others in the same predicament with whom I might form a secret and imaginary support group.
Ventured out to the club late (11ish) tonight, turned out to be a fairly thin crowd. A few people with whom I might have wanted to meet, but largely slow and uneventful. However, the respite did arrive in the form of of my LKN co-conspirators, and a fabulous time was indeed salvaged from what looked to be hopelessly dire straits. Met some new people, chatted with others, and better got to know some more recent ones. Finally stumbled out around 4am, and made my way home.Very nearly didn't post, but I figured I was due to write something, no matter how incoherent and uninteresting.
The date situation is starting to get a little tiny bit complicated though, as having T for a semi-regular date for a few weeks, had acclimated some people to seeing her with me, and as a result, has landed me a few prickly questions about where she is, what our status is, etc. Add to that the fact that P and I met and hit it off last Friday, and then had a somewhat short date Saturday night, and that she seems to have made quite an impression on those who saw us together either/both day(s), coupled with trying to keep track of who's being asked about when some random person says to me "Where's your date?" or "How's your girlfriend?", then trying to remember who that person might have seen me with before, and having to launch into various explanations of things if they aren't in line with what that person might have thought the situation was, well, you get the point. I need to just wear a sign around that says "I'm a tremendous whore, and when you ask me about my "girlfriend" or "date", I haven't the foggiest notion who you're asking about, please be more specific." Anyway, not to be a downer, moving right along...
The new word/phrase for the day is "Fruit Flies". I'd never heard it before, but apparently it's the slightly less derrogatory yerm for "Fag Hag", which I never thought was a bad or demeaning thing to call someone, like "queer" has entered the vernacular, and is no longer insulting. I was always under the impression that women who tended and liked to be with and hang aorund gay men were called fag hags, and that was that. only recently (in the last year or so) have I been made aware that this is not the case, and that one could theoretically land onesself in hot water over the misunderstanding. I like fruit flies better anyway. Thanks to Jeff and [hottie] Jen for the vocabulary lesson.
All in all, I'd have to say that there are times when the heavens just open right up and smile upon you. This (my life generally, and the last 5.5 months specifically) is one of those times. Here's to hoping that we can stretch it out for a couple few years.
Again, sorry for the high level of nonsensical and disjointedness, but it's 6:20am and I need to get some sleep!
Party to make me proud, friends!
It's been a good week for working the Asian angle...first P on Friday, with her "never been with an Asian guy" aproach, then meeting Leanna on Friday, seeing her again Saturday, telling her about P's story, which apparently planted the seed of curiosity in her head, and then later having that endeavour come to fruition that very same night. I also heard a little rumour that D's found another twinkie, with whom to do a little "comparison shopping"...all in all, it seems that we're getting a little recognition of late, and it's not even Asian appreciation month! (Is there one of those, even?)
It's a good year month/week/time to be Asian, I guess!
On a completely unrelated and hypothetical note, There's a certain guilty pleasure in being mentioned in other people's blogs. My initial research has yet to definitively prove or disprove this thoery, but hell, it works for me and a select few around me. When people read about themselves in other people's blogs, as long as the account or retelling isn't too disparaging, they're generally more titillated to be mentioned than upset at being outed for whatever they did. What's both utterly touching and completely maddening, is when one is given a glowing review, but then isn't even able to share it! Gah! Luckily this is only a theoretical glowing mention elsewhereon the imaginary existence of the internet, and that there are others in the same predicament with whom I might form a secret and imaginary support group.
Ventured out to the club late (11ish) tonight, turned out to be a fairly thin crowd. A few people with whom I might have wanted to meet, but largely slow and uneventful. However, the respite did arrive in the form of of my LKN co-conspirators, and a fabulous time was indeed salvaged from what looked to be hopelessly dire straits. Met some new people, chatted with others, and better got to know some more recent ones. Finally stumbled out around 4am, and made my way home.Very nearly didn't post, but I figured I was due to write something, no matter how incoherent and uninteresting.
The date situation is starting to get a little tiny bit complicated though, as having T for a semi-regular date for a few weeks, had acclimated some people to seeing her with me, and as a result, has landed me a few prickly questions about where she is, what our status is, etc. Add to that the fact that P and I met and hit it off last Friday, and then had a somewhat short date Saturday night, and that she seems to have made quite an impression on those who saw us together either/both day(s), coupled with trying to keep track of who's being asked about when some random person says to me "Where's your date?" or "How's your girlfriend?", then trying to remember who that person might have seen me with before, and having to launch into various explanations of things if they aren't in line with what that person might have thought the situation was, well, you get the point. I need to just wear a sign around that says "I'm a tremendous whore, and when you ask me about my "girlfriend" or "date", I haven't the foggiest notion who you're asking about, please be more specific." Anyway, not to be a downer, moving right along...
The new word/phrase for the day is "Fruit Flies". I'd never heard it before, but apparently it's the slightly less derrogatory yerm for "Fag Hag", which I never thought was a bad or demeaning thing to call someone, like "queer" has entered the vernacular, and is no longer insulting. I was always under the impression that women who tended and liked to be with and hang aorund gay men were called fag hags, and that was that. only recently (in the last year or so) have I been made aware that this is not the case, and that one could theoretically land onesself in hot water over the misunderstanding. I like fruit flies better anyway. Thanks to Jeff and [hottie] Jen for the vocabulary lesson.
All in all, I'd have to say that there are times when the heavens just open right up and smile upon you. This (my life generally, and the last 5.5 months specifically) is one of those times. Here's to hoping that we can stretch it out for a couple few years.
Again, sorry for the high level of nonsensical and disjointedness, but it's 6:20am and I need to get some sleep!
Party to make me proud, friends!
posted by Gene at 6:31 AM
1 Comments:
so...how is your gf??
anyways, you're one of the very few on my link list!!!
yeeeeeeeah!
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