Redoing the house

WEEEE!!!! I feel like a little kid today getting all new stuff. Technically, it is stuff for the family, but it is new, and I'm excited. I know I've blogged MANY times before several months back how my mom is a packrat, her philosophy is to keep everything, we may use it again one of these days. Also keep everything for a really long time- there is no use getting something new if something works, so this is kind of exciting.

Well, since we're not getting a new house quite yet, or may just stay in this house we're going through and doing a massive update on the place. We got new hazlenut colored carpet put in yesterday (the carpet was forest green before), and that was a godsend. It forced us to take everything out of the house. EVERYTHING. That gave my dad and I time to throw away some things we will just never use that my mom thinks we will. Secondly, my mom is seeing how much junk there is and she relented and threw quite a bit out herself, too last night.

We got the bathroom completed yesterday. The painting project on it has been HELL to say the least.

But we got all new stuff today that makes a huge difference. We filled up the trunk completely on my little Nissan while we were out shopping. We bought a new medicine cabinet for the bathroom we have been redoing for the past few weeks, 2 new trash cans for both bathrooms, 4 rug runners for the hallway, master bath, and leading into the living room. My mom was hesitant to spend so much for the runners ($39 a piece); but I said mom, it is an investment because we're keeping the carpets clean and the red runner will look REALLY good. Dad will even like it. We also bought the light socket covers, a new laundry basket that is on wheels and matches everything. It can even fit in the hall closet, which is an advantage. My mom also cringed that it was $40, but I said well, this will make doing laundry so easy because the lights are in 1 section, the underwear in another, the darks in another. Smart little me was able to find a Bed, Bath, and Beyond coupon on their website when I was at the checkout, I showed the lady I had it on my phone, she laughed and gave us 25% off on it.

We didn't get new towels for the bathroom. We want new oversized towels (30''x65'' at least). We want a rust color or light beige, but couldn't find any that would match. We also couldn't find a 32'' long white or beige towel bar. We need to keep that white or beige to keep so many colors from going on in the bathroom and looking bad.

Right now my mom is in her bathroom cleaning it out because my dad told her she can have new cabinets in there next month as an early Christmas gift. My dad said to throw out old curling irons, etc. and he would replace those too. What a nice guy.

Here's a look at our bathroom- before, during, and after...



...btw My dad hates the new color of the bathroom. He says it looks like someone was murdered red. It is Indian Mahogany, though. The white accents on it looks SHARP, especially the base boards and the new sink and toilet.

Yes on 8- Richard Peterson of Pepperdine

If you live in Cali, you have probably seen the Yes on 8 campaign ads for to vote for the banning gay marriage. They annoy me to no end because it just sounds so asinine and ridiculous. I found all of this very interesting that I found on this blog. Check it out- and you can e-mail Richard Peterson at the bottom of the page on this link. I sent him a nice e-mail a little while ago.

I am voting NO ON 8 for your info.

Una fiesta mexicana

I was tempted to blog this in Spanish because I'm feeling pretty Mexican right now, but decided not to.

The Guy and I spent a good portion of the afternoon im'ing each other on AIM. He asked me what I was doing last night and I told him looking for any excuse to get away because the carpet goes in on the house today and I didn't want to have to move furniture, clean, or help get ready. I had my stuff packed and ready to go, so I wasn't about to help my mom with any of her stuff, which I knew would end up happening. He said come over after he went to the gym. He calls me a couple times more and lets me know that Josh can't train him, so he would go to the gym late with Joe and I could come over anytime.

The Guy kept asking me via AIM or calling if I was coming. I kept saying no, Chris was here. Chris is my mom's hairdresser's son and does construction. He is retiling the bathroom shower and installing new commodes for us. The Guy sent me texts where he was joking around telling me how to flirt with Chris. He told me to walk into the bathroom only wearing scrubbing bubbles, tell him my toilet and his commode could get together. Or I could tell him he was "bowl"ing me over with his expertise, or I liked his "CAN"do attitude.

Anyways, after Chris left I said hello to my parents because they arrived shortly after, then took off for The Guy's place. I left at 4:30 and got over there about 5:30. He was still at the gym with JoeJoe.He told me to go in, make myself warm and comfy on the phone, then we'd head out to dinner. I go in, make myself warm and comfy. I sit on the couch and then about 5 minutes later I hear The Guy in his Mrs. Doubtfire voice yelling "Mikey, Mikey, Mikey." He comes in doing a fake jog, then we open our arms and embrace and he told me how glad he found me safe and sound. Then he continued using the voice and said JoetoJoe and him were going to the Farmers Market for food, and wanted to know if I wanted to come.

I got in the back seat, then we were off. On the way The Guy was asking me how things went with Chris, then we talked about things like Prop 8 (the gay marriage initiative here in California), and my date #2.

In the Farmers Market we start over by the bread. The Guy asks what we want. I declare I am having a BAD cheese craving. I needed cheese. Joe says he could do alfredo, but The Guy says it is too unhealthy. We look and pick up random cheeses, then walk to the meat where The Guy picks up some pork chops. Joe declares he doesn't eat pork because he sees how inhumanely pigs are treated. Then Joe suggests tacos. MMMMM. Yes, that was the answer. The Guy goes over to the deli counter for readymade taco mix. Then we fluctuate back and forth for a few minutes trying to determine whether we wanted fajitas, carne asada, or tacos. Joe says ground beef tacos or fajitas. The Guy says hell no to the ground beef. The Guy asks if we like steak. We do. He picks up 2 ORGANIC New York steaks for about $20. Joe declares organic meat is kind of an oxymoron because there is a lot less regulation of organic meat than other things. He said organic produce is definitely more worth it, then went off on studies he has read about that being the vet student he is. We head over to get already sliced lettuce for tacos, a few green peppers, red peppers, and yellow peppers, some red onions, and ready made salsas. The Guy buys at least $20 in salsas ranging from fresh bean dip to chipotle, to pico de gallo con piñas (pineapples). The Guy grabs his smoothie fruits, refried beans, and a few other things. Then we head over to the tor-till-uhs. There we argue over how many, corn or flour, what size, and the like. Joe had his heart set on mini flour to keep with the fajita theme. The Guy wanted large packages and both corn and flour. I was partial to the larger flour. Finally we decided on a small 12 count corn and 2 dozen small flour. We go to the check out and totally joke with a guy and his son about taking cuts in front of us- once we let them do that, they'll open up another checkstand just for us and all of our groceries, so really we're not saving him time. It was funny because that happened.

In the checkout Joe was talking about how The Guy is so wasteful for asking for plastic bags. The Guy said hush. Joe talked about how he was still upset The Guy bought some random stuff. The Guy joked he was going to kill Joe. The woman checking us out was a little Asian woman and she just stood there with her eyes wide and said "oh." The filippino girl bagging was also laughing. When we left the checkout lady said "here's your receipt, I'm going to stand back." The girl bagging said she was a witness if anything happened. The Guy and Joe laughed.

On the way home The Guy gets an e-mail from a porn shop he buys stuff from advertising new products. He bought a lot of bondage stuff recently like a mouth plug, butt plugs, dildos, masks, stuff to tie someone up, etc. This e-mail was for new slings that start as low as $39.95. The Guy shows the e-mail and enlarges the pics on his phone. Joe is really conservative and uptight about sex and I could see he was uncomfortable, but really curious. He asked how the stuff was used, what a threesome was like, and stuff like that.

We get back to The Guy's place and he plays boss. He tells Joe to hand him the groceries, I can put the groceries away, and The Guy would stand around being boss. We get all of this done, I take the trash out, then The Guy has me start cutting the peppers up, Joe chops the onions since I pass on that job. The Guy then gives me the cheese to shred. We have probably 3 pounds of cheese to shred. We had colby, monterey jack, and sharp cheddar. The Guy later declares I did the best shredding he has ever seen. He cherished it. When Joe finishes the onions, The Guy sautees them and cracks open a bottle of wine. We had to get some good wine for this Friday night cooking extravaganza, so The Guy got the one with the bear breathing fire logo on it. It was a white chardonnay. I didn't think that kept in theme with the fiesta, but that was just me. The onions are done pretty quickly and so are the peppers, so The Guy adds the New York steak and chipotle seasoning for our steak fajitas.

When dinner is ready we take everything over to the coffee table. It is full. The Guy gets out the tequila because we needed something more authentic for the atmosphere. I sip that conservatively. Tequila is not my favorite thing. It is nasty. We sip that, eat, talk about how delicious it was, and watch "Baby Mama." We laugh, joke, and eat. There is soooo much food. I have 4 or 5 fajitas. There was sooooooooo much leftover.

The Guy and Joe talk about their AT&T account. The Guy added Joe to his account, so he wanted to make sure he was paid up. The Guy then decides since his dad is cutting costs he can no longer afford to have his backup $170 per month 2nd DSL connection. The Guy calls Time Warner to go with them for phone service and told us his mom pays that bill because he convinced her it is his internet company (and not his cable company), so it is used for business.

The Guy said he wanted to try out some of the gear he got like the bondage tape, so he runs to his bedroom, then comes and starts tying me up while I'm still dressed. He takes my shirt off, does my hands behind my back. Then he pulls my pants down, ties up my legs at the ankles. Then he carries me to the bedroom, tells Joe to come. The Guy sucks Joe off and I watch. The Guy plays and sucks my dick also. Not a lot of hot and heavy, just sucking. Joe wouldn't go further and I was 100% fine with that. We hang around until 1:30a.m. I get home at 2:15a.m.

You're going to have to come and get me

I have the worst allergies- bad enough to warrant me to get allergy shots once a week so that I don't end up with constant allergy headaches or have asthma flare-ups. It used to be we would go up to the Allergy Dept. at Kaiser, check in at the desk, then stand in line with everyone else waiting to get their allergy shots. My family all gets allergy shots, so it is a family affair. Thursdays we always meet at Kaiser and eat afterward.

About 6 months ago Kaiser suddenly became worried about patient confidentiality. They installed a privacy door, a new computerized check-in that the nurses use, and you wait at a chair for them to call you. This system sucks ass. This new system gives the nurses tons of extra time to talk while preparing patients injections. The nurses will spend 4-5 minutes talking and supposedly preparing an injection for a patient. With the new system you wait 30-45 minutes to get your damn shot because they take so long to call you and spend all the time talking.

Oh, and you're supposed to wait 20 minutes after you get your shot. That's an hour visit to Kaiser at least- a visit that used to only take 15-20 minutes.

So let's fast forward to today. Since it is a family affair my dad usually arrives first, checks all of us in, then gets his shot. We let the nurses know we're there when we arrive, then about 30-45 minutes after we've arrived, they call us.

Today I go in to get my shot and Miss Timmie, the nurse tells me my dad can no longer check me or my family in because it is showing up badly in their computers when this happens. They are graded on how fast they serve their members and it shows my sister, mom, or I waiting in the que section for 30-45 minutes and they get in trouble. I told Miss Timmie "my ass I'm going to wait- we wait 30-45 minutes because of this new system you have because of patient confidentiality. All you do is stand in here, talk, and occasionally call a patient. I don't care that you get in trouble. You should. The service is terrible." Miss Timmie was pretty taken aback by what I said and said she takes that as an insult. I told her she should.

I marched out and told my dad and sister what she had just said. They felt the same way I did. I told my mom when she arrived and she agreed that we're not changing how we get our shots- we'll have 1 person check us in.

We all got our shots, and we rebelled, like usual, and didn't wait the 20 minutes. I've been getting these damn shots for 17 years and haven't had a bad reaction yet, so I don't expect to have one right now. My ass I'm going to wait 20 minutes afterward. About 5 minutes after getting everyone's shot we march to the elevator. I see Timmie and Suzie running after us- yeah- they have enough time to sit around and watch the patients take off rather than serve the 5-6 people who were waiting to still receive their allergy shots. Timmie and Suzie left their nursing stations in the allergy department, and ran for us to say they needed to check our shots. I saw them running after us, but I wasn't about to play friendly after this. The elevator door closed in the niche of time and we arrived at the bottom. Suzie was there waiting for us on the first floor- she ran down the 3 flights of stairs to do this. I said I can't wait and had to run to the bathroom, so I marched passed Suzie just to be an ass.

I go in the bathroom and do my thing, then when I leave I don't see Suzie. I see Miss Timmie though, walking around the pharmacy area like she is looking for me. She sees me and starts running. I go in the other direction and out the other exit. I make a brisk walk toward my car. I open up my car and Miss Timmie has caught up with me and tells me that she needs to check my arms. I said something to the fact of "like hell you're going to, I'm late." Timmie's look in her eyes was of anger and disgust. She said she's going to tell Dr. Lai on me and see that I have to wait to get my shot, or else not get them. Oh, and I snapped picture of Miss Timmie outside as she walks away from my car.

Can you believe that? Nurses took off, just left their stations, when they should have been taking care of patients waiting to get their shots, to make sure that my arms were checked? The Allergy Dept. used to be friendly, but since this new system has gone into place they are not. I'm going to complain to Membership Services and fill out those comment cards saying I received bad service next time I go and recount this event to them and show them the pictures.

What vegetables do you eat?

I texted The Guy saying I hope he felt better after yesterday and then later called him saying I was free if he wanted to hang out. When I called him he said that was a good idea, but he had to eat healthy.

I suggested I bring the place with the salmon and potatoes. He agreed, so he phoned in the order and I went to pick it up. Lots of problems there- 3 people whose name is also the same as The Guy's called in orders. The cashier just rang up my order and $4.99 was a bit low. He brought the next order which was chicken and rice for $8.00. I said no again. Then he went and found my order was being cooked. That was hilarious. So I paid the $21.50 for our order and the employee thanked me for my honesty.

Got the food and went over to The Guy's house. He was out in the pool and the dog was outside on the patio. I went outside as he was getting out of the jacuzzi. We hugged, then loaded our plates. The Guy ordered us 2 pieces of salmon, potatoes sauteed in olive oil, cooked broccoli, raspberry vinaigrette, bowtie pasta and rice. We open each of the containers. I put a little of everything except the broccoli on my plate. The Guy asked if I liked brocoli. I said I like it, but not cooked broccoli. He then asked what vegetables I eat. I said I liked potatoes, RAW carrots, which he said both were starches and not vegetables. I said fine, have it your way. So I went down the list of naming vegetables. I said I like tomatoes, but he countered that was a fruit. I gave him that one. I said I like onions, beans, and a few other vegetables. He said these weren't vegetables. It was getting really difficult, so I asked him what his definition of vegetables were. Lettuces, green stuff, broccoli, squash, and things like that. He apparently doesn't see me eat enough vegetables he alerted me.

We eat, then sit down to some WOW. I play his mage, which was something I hadn't played before. First The Guy told me to fly to the wrong place in the game, but once I got to the right place we were in business. He said I didn't do half bad playing a mage. I liked just hanging back and using magic on the characters.

He wants to nap about 2:30p.m. I swear. He takes a nap everyday (or has in the past 3-4 months) at 2:30p.m. I take off and get home at 3:30.

My scheduled cheer up duty

I called The Guy on Sunday afternoon. I had my suspicion that he was having a bad weekend since I hadn't heard from him. He was. Ben, the guy he really liked a few months back came back from Japan and The Guy picked him up at the airport. The Guy had been letting him keep his car at The Guy's house during that time. They went out, had a nice lunch, then Ben took off, rode off into the sunsets to have a nice life. The Guy said he was going over to Zach's that night to cheer him up, but he needed cheered up today. He said I could schedule 1:30, 2, 2:30, 3, and went down the list all the way up to 6p.m, and the rest of the evening. I said I could do 2p.m.

He instant messaged me on AIM about 12p.m. when I was in class asking if I was done yet. I told him no and made random small talk with him up until the time class ended. He had asked me to go to the pizza place to pick up some garlic pizza since he ordered some hella nasty Papa Johns. He only ate half, but he was hungry. Anyways, to cheer him up I said I would.

He said to call him when I was 20 minutes away and he'd call in an order for the garlic pizza. I called him and he picked up the phone saying "ok, ok, I'm on it" and I cheered "hurry, hurry, hurry."

He called back a couple minutes later to get a status update on my location. I was on the 15 northbound about to transition to the 10 westbound. I had just passed a yellow Nissan 350Z car. I was fast.

Got the pizza and was on my way to his house. I walked in and he asked what I was up to. I said I just brought some delicious pizza. He ran to the kitchen from the couch telling me how unexpected this was. I laughed and we both played it off like it was. The Guy wanted to give me the Papa Johns pizza, but I fought for a slice of the New York Pizza. We stood and ate a slice in the kitchen and he kept saying "mmmmmmm."

We grab another slice, then go in and sit down. The Guy predicts I want another slice, and I did, which he makes a joke about him being psychic. I didn't know I did and when he offered me another slice turned it down. We watch "Charmed" and he sits looking at stuff on his computer. Afterward we both lay down on the couch and nap. We probably napped for 40 minutes or so.

The Guy gets up and takes one of the muscle relaxants that he bought off the internet last week, the ones he complained gave him dark circles under his eyes, that he had to drink cranberry juice for 2 days because the circles were so bad, and that made him sleep for hours. So we head to the bed this time. I was not tired now, so I spent most of the time with my head under the covers surfing the internet on my iPhone. Blogger.com and most of the blogs I read are suddenly inaccesible on the iPhone. Blogger needs to fix that.

So we lay some, I get a couple cell phone calls, ignore them. It is my mom, home, and my dad. I get up and lay down a couple times, then listen to my voicemail messages. My mom is leaving to go up to Nor Cal tonight for a family emergency, so she needed me to come home to run her to the airport. I told The Guy at 6:30 I needed to take off. I went over, tapped him on the shoulder, and said I have got to go. He looked pouty, asked why, I told him, he seemed surprised. I was too. I felt bad leaving him because I was getting caught up on sleep, plus I didn't want to have to drive back to near where The Guy lives to take my mom to the airport.

*** As far as Greg goes, I have spent most of the evening chatting with him since I got home from the airport. I asked him how I was last night and he said "of course you were !" He just wants to make sure I'm comfortable and there's things he knows both of us want to try out, so there will be a "next time" he confirmed. Woot. I have kind of made a couple proposals about going out to different places like the Knotts Halloween Haunt, but he is not interested in that because he went one year and was a target of all the monsters.

He knew Mike's parents were gone this weekend...

Greg messaged me about 2:30p.m. yesterday on Connexion asking me what I was up to this weekend. He had been saying how I needed to come down to his place and hang out- he would teach me Uno or strip poker, or both. We talked quite a bit before this week. This week he went to Palm Springs and was hanging around his house because he took the week off of work. He had said that when he came back we were going to hang out again. My parents are both up in Wrightwood at a wedding this weekend, and I had told him that before he went to San Diego. I messaged him about 4:30 after my parents got home and we talked before they took off for the weekend. They needed me to finish taking the wallpaper off the bathroom, then I was free. I told Greg this, told him I would finish up, shower, and if 8p.m. would work, we'd be great. He gave me directions and I was off.

I had a pleasant drive down there. I get a call from Greg as I'm getting off the 261 tollroad telling me to call him when I'm near and he'll tell me where to park at his condo. I drive into the complex and call Greg. He tells me to keep driving and he'll tell me when to stop. He was standing in his kitchen telling me what to do. He kept saying "go, go, go, slow down, stop... I'll be right out." Greg comes out running like a little kid, then stands in front of my car and does the Disneyland point with his hands (2 fingers) to show me where to park. I parked and he came over to say hello. He was wearing a t-shirt that said 808 and green and brown plaid shorts (the ones that are popular now).

Up in his apartment he shows me around. He has lived there 8-9 years, but really only redone it in the past 2-3. He has a brown living room and kitchen, dark navy blue bedroom, and a light blue bathroom. He shows me his snacks- popcorn and Sun Chips. He offers me a drink and I have some water. We sit down at his coffee table and he asks what I want to do. I said Uno sounded fun. We talk about playing card games when we were younger, games we know, and gosh... I've forgotten so many (War, Spades, Crazy 8s, Hearts, and the list goes on). We play a couple hands of Uno with all of our cards face up so he can give me advice and show me what to do. The third round we play on our own. He wins that round and the following 2. I win the last one.After Uno, he deems I need to learn to play poker like he does. So we play a couple rounds similar to Uno where we show each other our cards. Then we play a couple more poker hands. We talk about things like family, school, and his week in Palm Springs. He was a Spanish major and I'm a Spanish minor, so we had a lot to talk about. We talked about how our classes were so different. He was reading stuff like Cervantes and Shakespeare in Spanish, but I haven't and am not going to.

Greg asked what I wanted to do after poker and I said I didn't care. He said we could sit and talk or watch a movie. He talked about how he buys all of his movies when they are a couple years old off of overstock.com or when he can buy them at Target as double features. He never pays full price for that. I noticed Greg is really conservative on money issues and spending and this progressed throughout the night when he showed me things like his bathroom, his bathroom lighting and counter project he has yet to complete.

We decide to watch a movie. I chose a Heath Ledger movie that I'd probably seen at The Guy's, but the name wasn't ringing a bell. Anyways, it looked good. Then Greg put out "Latter Days," and that looked good. It is about a group of Mormon missionaries and one happens to be gay. We sit snacking on Sun Chips and watch the show. Greg puts his left hand on my right leg about 10 minutes into the movie. I then put my hand on his hand and rub it. We sit like this for probably an hour, holding hands and snacking on chips. About an hour into the show, Greg repositions himself and puts his arm around me. It felt really good, but then it was sort of an odd angle, so I did some shifting and Greg took a pillow and put it on him, and I put my feet up on the couch to get comfortable. Greg asked if I liked the show and I said I did. The credits finish rolling and he turns the TV off. He comes over and lays his head on my thighs. He smiles up at me occasionally and I smile at him. I rub his head. He is unbuttoning my shirt. After a few minutes he lays himself on the couch so his legs are on me and his head is laid on the foot of the couch. We smile at each other and then he comes in a couple times for a kiss. Small kisses, then we hug. We play around kissing for a few minutes and I felt like I was a really bad kisser at first.

Greg gets up and says he'll be right back. He walks into his bedroom, then comes back and takes both of my hands. We walk and he pulls me into his bedroom. We stand in the middle where we hug and kiss. He undoes my jeans and I undo his shorts. Then I feel him pushing me backwards and into the wall. He then puts my hands up above me and he starts kissing me on the lips. I felt a little weird since no guy has ever done this to me. Then we make our way over to the bed after a while. He pulls my black 2xist boxer briefs off of me as I get on the bed. We lay on the bed, me on the bed, him above me, kissing. He gets really into it licking my ears and neck. It felt good and we were both moaning. He occasionally rubs my dick and I rub his or his balls. He moves some pillows and so I can prop my head and suck on his nipples. He's one of those guys whose nipples are really sensitive and he was moaning a lot. We kiss some more, he keeps putting my hands over my head, he licks my armpits and that really turned him on I noticed, I lick his neck some, then his black Calvin Klein boxer briefs come off. He positions himself on my thighs and starts jacking me off. I play with his dick some. He bends over while jacking my dick to kiss me and he is very verbal in bed apparently. He was saying things like "shoot it Mike, you're going to shoot for me" and so that was surprising. We both lay next to each other and shoot our loads on ourselves, then we each clean up using a wet towel.

He talks a lot after. He made the most random statement: "my neighbors always have to light a cigarette after he has sex." He asked if I always wear black boxer briefs, or if that was coincidence because he did too," then he said he doesn't believe in coincidences, only miracles. I declared it was a miracle there happened to be black boxer briefs there, but he said it wasn't. He said it would be a miracle if I had 1 black pair and 30 white in my drawer. He asked if I was ok with what happened, and that he took notes when we talked online and remembered how it takes a long time for me to be comfortable with someone and going further. He asked what I was thinking about and I said how surreal things seemed sitting in there on the couch. He mentioned how he was thinking about when we were in the parking structure of the Irvine Spectrum, saw in my eyes that it looked like I was truly interested in him, and how badly he wanted to kiss me, but didn't know if it was too early for that. He asked how long we lasted and I said I didn't know. He said "2 1/2 hours," which was a reference to a line in the movie about how long sex was supposed to last. I didn't pick up on that reference, but he explained it, and it was funny. He asked what my definition of sex was and how different people define sex differently. His definition is enjoying an orgasm together. He talked about how he talks a lot after sex and his 2 sex organs- his brain and skin can't turn off.

It was 1:30a.m. and we probably fooled around for 90 minutes to "2 1/2 hours" He asked if I wanted to stay the night, if I was comfortable, and I said sure since I knew that was what he wanted, and what I wanted. He said sure. We strip down to our black boxer briefs and climb into bed. He lays on one side and I lay on another. He talks about his scary return home from Palm Springs where he ran over debris, got a flat tire, and how he was nearly hit several times. After about 15 minutes of talking, he finally cuddles up to me and puts his arms around me. We fall asleep like that and wake up a couple times in the night where he readjusts himself and puts his hands on me. I flipped over sometime in the morning and he put my hand on him since we were then laying in the same direction. When we woke up he asked me to guess what time it was. I guessed 8:30 and it was really 9:30. We laid talking about his work and all of the recent firings. I talked a little about work too. He asked if I wanted Jamba Juice or Starbucks, and said we should go.

We get up, are dressed in 5 minutes, and I'm in the car following him to Jamba Juice. We go in and order. I had my ATM out in hand to pay, but he pulls a $10 out of his pocket and gets in my way of paying and the cashier takes his money. He says I can pay next time because he knows we'll be meeting up again. We get our drinks, then go out and sit on the patio. He brings his LA Times with him. He talks about how he is very old fashioned and still reads the newspaper. I do too, and he says that he likes that in me. We split the paper- I get the business section, then Fry's Electronics ad, then comics, and more. We talk about our horoscopes, where we've been in the U.S., and things like that.

After reading the paper he wants to go to the costume shop in the Irvine Marketplace because he is going to WeHo for Halloween. We walked around looking at the costumes and he really likes the "Fantastic 4" costume. He talks about how he can't fathom spending $70 or $50 for a costume and wants to settle on the $12 "Fantastic 4" costume, but doesn't know what theme his friend wants to go with. He wants to try the "Fantastic 4" costume on, but is too self conscious to slip it over his shirt in the store like the employees suggested; many were doing that. Anyways, we look at the politician masks and laugh at them... a Laura Bush... Hillary... Obama... Michelle Obama...

We go out to our cars after being unsuccessful in our costume search and talk about his work again, our cars, how we care for our cars, and things of that sort. We hug a couple times in the parking lot and once we got stares. Then we depart...

Soooooooooo..... debrief.... because I've been dating 2 guys and I want to get my thoughts together and stuff...
- Date #2 is nice, fun, and genuine, but doesn't have that "spark" that I get when seeing Greg. Greg is hotter, Greg is funnier, Greg seems a lot more confident in bed.
- Distance-wise Greg is closer
- Date #2 is 5 years younger or so than Greg
- Greg in my opinion looks younger, is a lot more fit, and has a petite frame
- Greg can talk about a bunch of issues and is well versed in just about every area. Date #2 is, but not to the same extent.
- Greg habla Espanol y pudiera ayudarme si necesito... hehe
- Greg would be a great friend/guy for a relationship
- Not sure how great Date #2 would be in a relationship, but would be a great friend
- My intention wasn't to date 2 guys at once, but it just kind of happened where I was able to meet both at the same time
- I am not sure that it is me rushing into a relationship- I'm not trying to and not sure I want to... but I do really like one of them
- Both are ok if we were to be in a relationship with the age difference
- Greg seems to have more of that little kid/concerned kid type thing I like... like The Guy... both fun and carefree...