Pimping News

Another post! A miracle. Hopefully this will be less verbal diarrhea than the last.

In short I'm basically now able to say I'm seeing someone. So less pimping, and more... not sure what an amusing antithesis to pimping would be. It'll come to me.

Started as a friendly message on Biblio Faccio because we were both interested in bodybuilding, and neither of us actually knew anyone in the real world who also was. Messages just got longer and longer and we ended up meeting for lunch. It was a 1:30 lunch date, and I was seeing Grace Jones that night (another story!) and meeting my friend with the tickets at 7:00 for dinner. I figured I'd have plenty of time between lucnh and then to head home, and shower and change for Grace. But we were talking non-stop from 1:30 through to 6:30 and I ended up going straight to meeting my other friend.

From there we met to see a movie (Slumdog Millionaire - gorgeous, delightful, heart-rending, beautiful, uyplifting), then followed a few more dates inlduing Australia Day where we met to go to see Monet and the Impressionists at AGNSW but the line was outrageous so we ended up walking through the crowds to Circular Quay where we ate lunch, then we ended up going back to his place in the evening where he showed me all his bodybuilding books and we just talked into the night. Nothing happened. I think we were both a little shy.

Next time we met up to train together at Fitness Last. He's into High Intensity Training in the Mentzer/Yates style. Completely different way of training for me. Then we went back to his place again, and I took the plunge and kissed him, for which I think we were both grateful. He's since stayed at my place once, and come over for lunch another day. Tomfoolery ensued.

To be frank all the other serious bodybuilders I've ever met (with the exception of Con Demetriou who was just lovely - not to mention hot as hell) have been arrogant, and superior in their manner, and demonstrably macho. This guy is softly-spoken, sensitive, considerate, articulate, sweet, and just adorable all round.

A few years ago I had a joke that all I needed was a single, gay, attractive, decent, stable, bodybuilding wog - how hard is that? Oddly enough he fits all those criteria.

Pimping News

Okay so the date with the Leb was nice. We saw Twilight - might or might do a separate IMHO post about it - was even worse than the book.

He was much more conversational this time. Had more to say. I think he's grown up this year in some ways. He also thought the movie was crap.

We both got there early and had juice in the food court, then browsed shops a bit and chatted. When we got int he cinema he asked me why I reinitiated contact back on that day when I'd had a few drinks. I couldn't explain it well without saying "I'd had a few drinks." I said it, but also that I was genuinely curious about what he was up to. Perhaps I've always felt guilty about meeting him and then saying I didn't want to go anywhere with him - timing was always bad.

I don't know what it is. Perhaps it's just the idea of him, but he does turn me on. Then something about being with him face to face makes me balk. I dunno. He gave me a lift home, and I said catching up before Xmas/NY would be hard, so early in the new year we should catch up. He seemed fine with that.

Pimping News

Okay this is the interim title, until I think of a wittier one, for posts relating to my oh so exciting love life, or lack thereof.

Leaving aside the man I've got a massive school boy crush on - and by that I mean I really want to just hold hands with him and skip around the playground - that's quite a complex story. I don't think I'm in love with him, but it's the knowledge that he's the sort of man I could very easily BE in love with that makes my heart ache. Anyway. Later.

I'm meeting up on Sunday with a guy I've had an on and off text/email relationship with for around three years. It's a bit bizarre. First contact was on Gaydar. One of those stupid nights where I have a bit of wine and just end up browsing profiles, sending the odd message. Anyway I sent one to this guy, and he replied straight away. We hopped on to MSN, he seemed sane, and I was drunk so when he asked me for my number I gave it to him. Then he called me almost straight away. We chatted, it was nice. Next morning - remorse, regret. I think I was pinging for a guy I'd been with about a year ago because we'd just had a bit of a pash on a dancefloor a few nights before. So when he called the next day I tried to back away nicely. Using aforementioned contact with my ex as an excuse (heh, EX-cuse). He was pretty reactive though, took it very personally, in a kind of self-deprecating way, and then we left it at that.

Then there was a bit of contact after that, just cordial online chatting. Then he reinitiated full contact on Gaydar while I was in Armidale in 06. We couldn't meet up but we chatted a little bit. When I came back to Sydney Facebook happened, as did my most recent relationship. I stumbled across this guy after my break up, and stupidly said yes to a date.

This was the first time we actually met in real life. We saw a movie, had lunch, it was nice. He's Lebanese, which I LOVE, but something about him felt really young, and a little inexperienced or awkward. I know at the time he wasn't out to his family - effectively couldn't be because of their cultural perspective. I'm wary of guys in those situations because of the mentality it must foster. I had a small experience of that myself, but my hiding my sexuality wasn't because I thought (or knew) my parents would disown me, just because I wasn't ready to change who I was in their eyes. I knew they wouldn't have a problem, so I can't imagine what it must be like to know with certainty that your family could never and would never accept your sexuality.

Well this guy was pretty down to earth, but hadn't had any kind of relationship before. I felt like the grown up. Plus conversation was a bit stilted - I like to talk in case you haven't noticed, at length! We met up for another movie a week later before he actually asked me directly where I wanted to go with it. I took the out he was offering (probably as a defense mechanism for himself) because - and it was true - I wasn't over my ex. Not even half.

Anyway since then I've watched him move through life a bit on Facebook - he's doing lots of adult things, and really getting himself organised, in shape, branching out in ways I couldn't have predicted that young guy back then would have. Then he got in touch with me again a few weeks ago, and asked if I wanted to meet up. So here we go - we're seeing Twlight (I'll get to that) on Sunday and having lunch beforehand. I'm going to bombard him with questions to keep him talking.

I have no idea what the outcome will be - he'll probably deliver an ultimatum again - do you want to see me again, or do you want to leave it here? - but I'll just see how we go. I'm not going to burn bridges after one more meeting. Plus I find him very attractive physically, and I know he's been kicking it at the gym for a while and really looking in shape... I'll update y'all after Sunday!