The coolest outfit

Here's another one of my supposed really cool outlets. I'd never worn my brown Banana Republic pants and my turquoise polo together. I'd always done navy blue jeans and turquoise, but enough of that. Also sporting my brown suede Vans. All the students with the canvas Vans casuals were totally jealous. I wore it today and got various comments from the students like:



"You have the coolest bubble gum shirt"
"You have more Vans than I do"
"Where do you get your shoes?"
"What colors of Vans do you own?"
"You match so well."
"You always wear skinny pants."
"Are those Vans skinnies?"
"What happened to your skinny Levis?"

So funny!!!

Got a lot of answers

Max instant messaged me last night about 6p.m. He asked what I was doing, what he was doing, and once we had established neither of us were busy, we wanted to go out. I suggested food. He was agreeable to that. Drinks and music suddenly came up, and the next thing you know we were going to karaoke at the gay bar in the city.

I drive over to his place in the next city over and find out he lives with a guy he works for doing handyman and landscaping type jobs. That explains his living situation. We drove to the bar and chatted about what we did the day, work, and sang country songs. He asked what I would sing at the bar and I joked Rascal Flatts. He said he'd do Toby Keith. He asked why I didn't have country music on. He put it on and then we broke out into singing Toby Keith's "It's A Little Too Late" as it came on the radio. We talked in the club how there would be no jealousy/we would be comfortable socializing, meeting people, making out, whatever happens, and that we will still be friends. A little disclaimer for a wild night.

We get to the bar and he knows a group of regulars as we come in. I had seen the older blond headed guy and his husband several times as they are regulars. They are having a beer bust and were serving tacos, so we helped ourselves to some, as well as a glass of Amberbush. We go outside and sit down at a table with 2 guys who were together and going through a difficult time. He convinced one of them to sing "Ain't Going Down Til The Son Comes Up" by Garth Brooks and Max sang "The Thunder Rolls" by Garth Brooks. He did a pretty good job. He has a great voice. He also sang a song from a musical, what song I'm not sure. Then the last song he sang was "Mud on the Tires" by Brad Paisley. WOW.

Max makes his rounds from the different groups he knows and I deduce there are at least 5-6 guys names who keep coming up that he has been with or knows. I meet the regulars again and we chat. I introduce myself. One of the guys is a hairstylist and asked where I went to school. He names several of his clients, all of whom I knew. It was interesting. I meet several others, a couple teachers, and stuff like that. We chatted about what we teach, stuff like that. Max continues going around being social and I kind of hang with regulars, which turned out to a lot of "Bump"ing and "Grind"ing. 6 of the guys in the group were the 6 guys you always see on Grindr, the iPhone app that tracks gay guys and their proximity to you. Well, let's just say I know for a fact 3 of them I had no interest in to begin with, and to see them in person was kind of nice. I downloaded the app Bump while we were there so that we could exchange numbers and info. That was little unnerving I was giving away my number so freely. I really don't think it is a big issue. A few more drinks, more chatting, lots of random convos. Convos about clothes, hair, and the hair stylist gave me some ideas about sideburns for my hair, which I'm not fond of mine. Lots of ass grabbing. Lots of random stuff, one of the bigger bear type guys was lifting all of us up, talking about how light we were, how you can pop someone's back so easily and stuff. I was lifted up probably a half dozen times. Lots of flirting with the entire group.

The patio closed and we made our way inside where the dance music was playing. The hairstylist is flirting with me, although he is married. He chats about my big feet, how cute and young I am, stuff like that. Soon we are all comparing foot sizes, some guy Doug is showing me his dick on his iPhone. Then we are discussing wardrobe. The hairstylist comes in and sneaks a few kisses from me, which was just shocking. I was not expecting that. He'd lean in and plant them on my lips. Then I'm dancing with him, one of the latino guys in the group, and the 3 of us are grinding on each other. Max was just kind of standing around watching, and that felt awkward because it was a "date." I ended up going out on the dance floor with Max, the hairstylist, and latino guy.

We hung around the bar until 11:15 when everyone started to leave. The hairstylist made me promise I'd text him today. Driving home I apologized for grabbing his dick- he was offended- but I was put on by the group to, and the group was out targeting him throughout the night to do that. He told me about how the guys we met were all good guys. He told me about his sisters and how they are always more successful than him. We talk about sarcasm. He told me he wanted to just be friends as we talked about how we both got that from the night. He keeps asking me what I know about him. He kept asking if The Guy was only a friend. I replied over and over that he was. I went to him for advice, and shared the example of my professor and the sexuality paper. I told him again for the 1000 time how The Guy asked if I thought he was hot, then told him to message me. I sort of pried asking what his beef was. We chat more and he tells me he doesn't like The Guy. The Guy really hurt him and pissed him off by walking on out sex when they first met and it damaged him so much where he lost 30 pounds. He didn't like The Guy's attitude and stuff like that. He asked what I thought of that, and I admitted I was shocked and bothered. He told me how he still hasn't had sex since then since he feels so insecure. I just told him I was sorry. We hugged and called it a night.

So here I am at home and I realize just being friends is fine. I don't want to be in a relationship because it may turn out one of those things where I say one thing to one person, do one thing with another, and that's not cool. I think both are good guys. I think Max is still figuring himself out, and I'm supportive of that, but I think that he is still in his "slutty" stage, as The Guy would term it, and that's ok, but I don't think he's really looking for a boyfriend.

Max

I met Max tonight. We had chatted last weekend about making out to Palm Springs, but I was busy with my paper. He was house sitting, then staying with a friend from college who lives out in Palm Springs, but graduated, and now has a 9-5 job. The friend, Jesse, was bringing him back to town tonight. He told me they would be coming through about 10 and we should meet at a gay bar in my city, not the one I usually go to, but another one I had been to once before.

We call each other about 9, then 10. We meet at 10 inside the bar. They are both standing along the wall as you enter. I introduce myself and we hug each other. Jesse reminded me of a guy from elementary-high school named Cody, except with facial hair, and these fake sexy square glasses. Max was cute as well, a blond, heavy build, and a very deep voice. Max is studying music and took professional lessons.

We chit chat about random stuff. We chat about The Guy, how he came into the story, how he was trying to set us up, how Max met him, stuff like that. The joke throughout the night was "it was my friend, The Guy," because Max deduced that my humor, my sarcasm, etc. is on par with The Guy's. He told me stories in the bar about some of his guys that he has met and his older sugar daddy, or something. We pointed out hot guys to each other. He told me he met The Guy on July 17. LOL. There was no sex involved with the sugar daddy, but he bought him everything. Hmmm. We talked about what I do for a living, school, stuff like that. Jesse almost went into education, decided to go into administration since that is where the big bucks are, and went in at the college level, but was very familiar with my program, so that gave us stuff to talk about.

About maybe 30 minutes into everything we went from being very cold to very hot. We went outside to cool down and walked into the coffee shop, then decided we would walk into the straight bar, but then decided coffee sounded good. We walked to Jesse's car and went to Starbucks. He told me about Max's drama and why he felt down, and was eating a chocolate cake in the back seat. His real father just died and he never got to meet him, and he just met his paternal grandma out in Palm Springs. His dad left him a heartbreaking note. It was a weird story. Still not sure about.

At Starbucks I hear how Jesse and Max met, stories about school, our little "signs." Max says too much and he does the zip across the lips. I sort of lunge toward you, like "what fool," which I joked I got from dealing with all my cholos at school. Jesse doesn't have a sign. Max sang, made strange faces, talked about random things like sexy station wagons. We had a strange convo with the barista at Starbucks who knew the club we went to because of our wristbands, and was friends with several people Max and Jesse were. Jesse asked at one point what I thought of Max, whether or not I was interested, and I said yes. He warned me he was too much to handle at times. I laughed and had him explain. He's really random, off the wall, boisterous.

Driving back Max sang along to a mix CD he had made that was playing in the car with his song from some musical he liked. He was singing it and then some religious song about "God is everywhere" was also on the CD, and he was singing that too in all different styles like broadway. He also made the statement that I will probably never hang out with him again, and how some people have the wrong vibes. Not sure about that.

We go back to my car and Jesse drops me off. We shake hands, then Max gets out and we hug. Driving home Max made faces at me as we drove next to each other on the freeway, flipped me off, and random stuff like that.

Um... and not telling The Guy about this as hard as it may be because I told him that I wouldn't tell "my friend, The Guy," any of this.

I felt like a 3rd wheel, but it wasn't bad I guess. Was he interested? Not sure. Was this just an awkward night? I think.

Hey baby let's go to Vegas

But unfortunately it wouldn't be with my baby. It would be with 9 other 23-25 year olds. My cousin asked me last night if I wanted to go to Vegas next Friday night-Sunday afternoon with 3 of her girlfriends, her boyfriend, and 2 other couples that my cousin and her boyfriend are friends with. We're all going to pile in to my cousin's little 2 door sports car, and her boyfriend's Ford Ranger twin cab. All of them could easily afford their own rooms, but rather than paying too much, they want to save money and have 10 people room in 1 room the first night. The room is only $50. The second night we'd have 2 rooms. Apparently we aren't going to spend much time in the room, so we don't need much. Um. I dunno. I don't want to be in a room with a bunch of people- many I barely know- and have them passed out for hours because they're drunk. Yeah, my cousin said that she wants me to go with her to BevMo on Thursday to buy $300 in booze. Her friend Laura who is going is getting her own room, and I am tempted to do the same. I don't want to seem stuck up or away from the group for doing that, but whatever, the whole rooming together is not my thing. I want to come and go as I please... explore... not lay around forced to be quiet because they are passed out. I also have to think ahead, "what if I find a hot guy?" So to go or not, and own room or not, those are the questions.

Bracelets are in...

... in the 7th and 8th grade right now. All of my students are wearing their handmade beaded bracelets.

Falling beads from breaking bracelets have never been so annoying when they get in a fight over whose bracelet is whose.

... My bracelet pretty much rocked and in my opinion was superior to all of theirs. They seemed to think it was cool it wrapped around my wrist.

Lmao.



I know... gay for wearing jewelry... but whatever... I'm metro... yeah...

Copy machine at work

I love the copy machine at work. You never what color your documents will print. Sometimes they may print in black, others blue, others red or green. Personally I prefer the colors over the blah blah boring black.

2 new guys

There is of courseMax that I mentioned the other day. We chatted for several hours over IM on Saturday. He is currently house sitting for a friend in Palm Springs. I'm very interested in him.

Then a new guy popped up on the radar- or not a new guy- an online friend more or less. For the time we'll call him Teacher Friend. He is nearly 30, 6'3'', 215lbs, awesome smile, etc. etc. He is a teacher at a local school that I met online about a year ago I want to say. We actually met at the local gay bar probably in March I think- I'm sure I posted this- just not sure where. I gave him a video cord for his video camera that would work in his, but not mine. We have continued chatting online since our first meet- the usual- what are you up to? How's work? How's school? Occasionally he has brought up things like he was horny, wishes someone was there. This past summer he was redoing his swimming pool and when it was finally done he was saying how great it would be to have someone to "share" it with, and I hinted that it would be nice to be there in it with him. He never took me up on the offer. He had a boyfriend and will have one until the end of the month when they break up. His boyfriend is moving to New York. They've been going out a year and about 4 months. Well, tonight, we were chatting about 3p.m. and he was telling me he was horny, of course I was. I go to dinner, get allergy shots, come home, and he is still horny. We chat, we talk about sex, then he says he is single at the end of the month. I asked what he meant. I asked if he was planning to break up with his boyfriend, and he told me he was moving to NY at the end of the month, and so is in a relationship until then. We got to chatting more- top or bottom, favorite things to do in the bed, turn ons, turn offs, you get the idea. Soon we both arrived at the conclusions we could both enjoy a good romp together. He asked if I would do it. I said I was down. He wrote back he was up. I told him all 7'' of me were up. The convo went on for several hours about sex, interests, and so on. He asked if I'd date him and I said yes. He said we'd have to meet up some more. So we talked for a long while and I'm not sure what will happen with that. I was thinking could I date him? He seems really monogamous - I know that I did drop hints this past summer about the pool, etc, or when horny just to see what he says, so I guess that's a good indicator he doesn't cheat. Maybe nothing will happen, and we'll just be friends.