Ex's are Assholes
40 Gay and Dating / December 30, 2015

X boyfriends. Yes the Devils. How do you stop from living your life due to an ex? I know I did at one point. I mean really. Why in gay hell would you still be friends with them? I always tried to be nice, and caring and be an adult about it. Nah. It doesn’t work. Not only are they ass holes, but so am I.  I’ve done something that I may not be proud. It just so happens that at the time it seemed like the appropriate thing to do. You know to screw with them. I think I may have crossed the line when I slept with my ex’s boyfriend. They weren’t compatible anyway. I was trying to prove that the guy was no good. That the guy was an ass and taking advantage of him was easy. I did it because I had a heart and wanted my ex to live his life well. So, I thought. I was just exercising some very mean emotions and taking it out on him. Of course, every action deserves a reaction. This same ex came into town and told the guy that I was trying to get in his pants…

A Massage
40 Gay and Dating / December 15, 2015

When I was in California. Almost everyone I knew had a masseuse. Some were friends of friends and so on. So this year I decided to get a massage. My neck hurts, my back hurts and so on and so forth. I thought of getting a massage. Then I remembered that some of those Asian places gave you a happy ending. Not sure what that was until recently. I felt sooooo stupid. So, I look around and find a guy on line. What could go wrong? I’m getting a massage. Nothing too it. He just got out of school and needed more practice time. I made the appointment and go to his place. That should’ve been my first clue. I get there and his mother answers the door. I ask for the guy and she takes me to his room. On the way there I noticed that the guys father is playing with miniature figures in the living room table. We greet and he tells me a bit about the figures. I get to his room, It was a cute room, with soft music in the background and scented candles. I sit and wait. The door opens and in comes…

Type Great
40 Gay and Dating / December 1, 2015

Type Great one more time and see what happens. I know how to write. I am old enough to know how to write full sentences and large paragraphs.  What is happening to the world today. It’s bad enough that middle America is dummying themselves down, but come on. This is Vegas. We’re a little more civilized than that. Wait. No. We’re not. We get all the rejects form the Red States. They barely know how to write their name and they still vote as if they knew what they were voting for. When I respond to a post that I might be interested, I write a complete sentence or two. Sometimes a four or five sentence paragraph. I’m not saying that because I’m a write I know how to write. I just have the decansy to write my thoughts. Why is it that I get responses that go like this: Like you ad Hot Nice Still lookin what you size great ad need I go on? No. I feel offended as it is. Come on guys. Show me that you can comprehend the written language. If you can’t say more than a word in an email, what do you say…

I'm a Bottom
40 Gay and Dating / November 30, 2015

Please, please, please people. What’s up with that? Why do I need to know that you’re a bottom? I mean, those are the words I hear after “Let’s Cuddle,” and “I don’t have money for bus fare.” Leave some mystery, let’s get to know each other first. How bold. I’m on a date to know you, to get some kind of friendship going and maybe go to bed. But, then again. If yo don’t tell me before hand, than in bed it would be a disaster. I get it now. But still, let’s converse first and then decide on what we’re going to do. “I’m a bottom.” Sounds like an opening for a bad porno.One case in point. I go out on a date and we hang out. We talk for a few minutes and then he casually tells me that’s he’s a bottom. I’m fine with that. Then he insists that I have to be a Top through out the whole relationship because he can’t get it up. Dude. The guy’s 27. How the hell does he not get it up? A medical condition he says. BS. I say. He’s just lazy.

Screen Writer
40 Gay and Dating / November 15, 2015

So I go on a blind date. We have no idea what the other looks like. That’s good. I like mystery in my life. I arrive at the coffee house and order my drink. He shows up and orders his drink as well. Nice guy, white, blond, blue eyes and average. We talked for three hours, we ordered three times and we just talked away. The topic. My writing and his. He’s a screen writer and works in customer care at an IT service.So, I am thinking we’ll see each other again. We ended the night well. Maybe not as mates, but at least as mates. Get it? Not lovers, but friends. We exchanged cards and all of that.Days go by, no call. I called him and no answer. Really? Why go through all that time for nothing. Don’t waste my time and yours. Get real people.

Boy George or Boy Toy
40 Gay and Dating / November 1, 2015

You know? When I get bored I seek love in all the wrong places. I don’t indulge in it. I just want to see who’s out there and see if someone is less pathetic than me. So I go on and view a few pics and profiles. Then all of a sudden I get a message to hook up. That he wants to know me better and the works.I look at the picture and for sure I was looking at Boy George. Tall, skinny, with long hair and make up. Really? Not my interest. I want someone masculare and rough. So I decline.He insists and asks if I’m a “GENTLEMAN.” I said yes. I am a gentleman. We could hang out and see what comes up, if you know what I mean.  I declined again. He kept insisting and I kept saying no. I don’t know how many times I told him no.  Weeks later he send me another message to hang out. He would make it worth my while. He promised.Come to find out that if you’re a “GENTLEMAN,” your rich and looking for a boy toy. So now. Not Boy George Boy Toy.

Bus Fare
40 Gay and Dating / October 30, 2015

I got on one of those phone sites. I was at a party and a friend of mine asks to see what I do for dating. I showed her this cool app that tells you who’s looking near by. She gets it and fools around with. She throws it a me and says there’s someone talking to me. I take the message and we talk for a hours. Okay it was 20 texts, but it took hours.  So we decided to meet the next day.  I get there and he’s not. He claims that he was at the hospital for his aunt, which was his ride to the date. I dismissed it and moved forward. Days go by and he contacts me again. This time by phone and we talk and set up another meet.  This time he tells me that he has no bus fare. I told him not to worry, I can buy the drinks. He says that I didn’t understand. He didn’t have bus fare or any other fare for that matter. Dirt poor. I told him that when he gets a job and has bus fare to call me. People. Get a job, the economy is…

I Met the Man of my Dream (or so I thought)
40 Gay and Dating / February 2, 2015

I met the man of my dreams. Or so I thought. For a whole month we spent together I felt more than alive. I felt alive. Yeah, I repeated myself. I felt alive. All of my fears from past relationships disappeared. I felt that I could do no wrong. He was the man for me. We spent every available moment together. We were a team. We talked about the present, our future, how we were going to get married. What we were going to wear at our parties. We talked about the nonsense of the world and how happy we were. He cooked, he cleaned, he loved me. I could feel his body every night and make him smile. His body was jello under my fingertips. I took advantage of him that way. I worshiped his body like the snakes on Medusa’s head. He was mine and I was his. Forever. Reality set it. He left for his things out of town. He got transferred, he never came back. He called me names, not that it was all his fault. But I didn’t call him names. I miss him so, and so be it. I am now a free man and…

Update You Pic
40 Gay and Dating / July 8, 2014

Okay. Maybe I shouldn’t talk about this subject. No matter where you go to look for a date. Either a good male on male website, app or otherwise. Those pictures you see of those guys are sometimes old and/or touched up. Imagine me putting this picture up? I would definitely get a lot of response from pedo’s. That’s why I don’t do it. Hello. It’s kind of obvious.  However, please put up a picture of you that is more recent. I don’t mean today, but at least within the same century, hopefully the same year give or take a year. Imagine my surprise when I go on a date and the guy sitting there waiting for me is twice as old and twice whatever than the picture. So, please update your pics. I know that I need a brow wax, a haircut, exfoliate and shave. Do the same.

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