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ONE MAN'S JOURNEY - Part 7
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ONE MAN'S JOURNEY - Part 7 SORRY..... WORDS KEEP DISAPPEARING FROM MY POSTS. I EDIT AND PUT THEM BACK AND NEXT DAY THEY OR DIFFERENT WORDS DISAPPEAR........Really getting tired of this, fixing it is a full-time job!!!! After my friend, “D” left Long Island and I was enjoying the wild bar scene, things were happening very quickly. As I had mentioned in my previous post, I found it becoming more and more easy to hook up with guys….in a wink of an eye………….actually, that was usually the starting point. There were many a hot pick-up that started with me winking at some hottie across the bar. But I did learn that I had a certain magnetism that attracted guys. I say that not as some conceited prick, but based on the many times I have been told that over lots of years. I also learned that when you see something that you like, you don’t wait around for someone else to steal your chance. I have often risked a punch in the mouth by being “ballsy” and just forging ahead. I’ve been known to walk up to great looking guys, who may have made eye-contact with me, and say……..”We can waste the night staring at one another, or we can make the night together”. Can’t recall that I ever got shot down for using that line. On several occasions we were invited to my wife’s brother’s house in Arizona, but because I couldn’t get the time off work, she and my went with her sister and family. I had my house to myself for two full weeks. Can’t recall how many nice young guys I brought home……………except for one. He was a knockout…………….totally out of the ballpark. Rather close to my height preference, but a beautiful lithe body which was fantastic to caress. He had this thing of practically melting in my arms when I put them around him. He was like liquid love, over my entire body. He enjoyed being fully led………..if I kissed his lips, he kissed back, when I explored his earlobes and neck with kisses, he did the same. When we got into a 69, he mimicked every little gesture that I did to him. It was an amazing night, and during our conversation, he explained that he had been in a committed relationship since he had graduated from college. But it seemed that the bastard he was living with was abusive, erratic and a drug user. He used to punch this around and several times threw him out of the apartment. If I hadn’t feared for my intervention becoming public and harming my own home life, I would have done my best to send this guy on a train to hell. When that beautiful young man left me that night, I feared for him, but he left a beautiful aroma of love and passion in my bed. Given the chance, I would have made him a life partner. However, I did wash the sheets next morning, lest I forget……….. lol. I seemed to be at the peak of my sexual prowess and I felt nothing and nobody could get in my way. Actually, I look back today with annoyance and anger. I had become a fucking prima-donna bastard, who used his sex appeal to get just about anybody he wanted. Seriously………….I can count on one hand, the number of times some guy said, “no thanks”. I asked for and got , I got that I hadn’t asked for. I spent time with guys in committed relationships, who’s partners were away (just as my wife probably was). All in all, I was flying high, though I believed that I was not hurting anyone. With all the freedom, I was still longing for that “one guy” who would corral me, and make me his. It’s been plain here from Part 1, that I wanted and needed just one guy to make me happy. During these “bar” hay days, I got a chance to relocate myself. My house was on Long island, but I was still working in Manhattan and starting to hate the 4 hours per day for the round-trip commute. I discovered a job opening in a very respected and well known company and called for an interview. They told me that they were on deadline and had to make a decision by the end of that day……………Friday. I feigned illness and left work early and rushed to the train in order to make the interview. I left the interview, job in hand…………… and they wanted me to start the following Monday. Though I had started to despise the job in NYC, I told them that I felt morally obligated to give them two weeks notice. The new employer reminded me that they needed me now!................. but I said that I felt the obligation I had mentioned. That actually worked in my favor, since it showed a strong character which they complimented me on having. We arranged for me to start in two weeks. There was a lot of preparation for me to go through, but I was relieved on two levels. First, I could tell the bitch I was working for (very politely) to take her job and shove it up either hole, that I would be history in two weeks. Second, I would be saving those valuable 4 hours that I had been wasting on commuting………….not to mention the ½ week’s salary each month for a commuter train pass. I was entering yet another chapter in my life………… and so looking forward to it……………………. |
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" I was still longing for that “one guy” who would corral me " love the cowboy metaphor
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Awesome that you were able to save on that commute
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