Do I Have The Jungle Fever?

Some of my friends have been teasing me that I only seem to date black guys. I will admit, five of the last ten or so guys I've gone out with were mixed or black. I don't gravitate towards black guys. I'm not a size queen. I'm kind of the opposite actually. If someone wants to get into my kool-aid, he had better be average or less. Frankly, I would rather be the one getting into the kool-aid.

So last night was the date with the black reality show host who lives in my building. He sent me a text beforehand letting me know his sister Tiffani was at his place because he wanted me to meet her.

Weird.

He mentioned he had family in Santa Clara, but I was definitely thinking it was odd that he would want me to meet her. All kinds of things swirled in my head. Was she coming along to make it look like this wasn't a date? Is he closeted? Or psycho making me meet family this soon?

So I head over to his place. Tiffani is white. Okay, so he meant sister figuratively (shew). So we hung out for a few minutes and left Tiffani at his place (weird, but shew).

All in all, the date went well. We didn't sleep together, but did go to breakfast at Mama's this morning.

Rob Sandwich

I met up with the Robs last night at Moby Dicks for some beer. They are fun guys. One of the things we talked about was BootCampSF. I've heard about it on yelp before, but wasn't sure if it would be my kind of thing. I use to run in high school, but never much since. I would like to get back into it. So I'm considering doing a session in January. They did it in December and thought it was really great.

It's A Christmas Miracle!

My friends Roger and Jim put on a lavish Christmas dinner at their house. I was overjoyed that it wasn't the traditional yet bland turkey or ham dinner. Roger, already an accomplished cook, is currently finishing up culinary school, so this was an amazing meal of lamb with braised fennel and blue cheese mashed potatoes. To top it off, he made a fantastic and unique pumpkin pie. It was served in a skillet with a nut crumb topping, definitely not your normal canned "pumpkin" pie. The meal and company of friends really made my holiday.

After dinner at Roger and Jim's, we went down to the Pilsner for a drink. There was a guy sitting looking lonely, so I invited him over to drink with us. Turns out he's a local celebrity who anchors the local news and has hosted a couple reality shows. And he lives across the hall from me! Craziness! We are going on a date later this week.

And finally, I promised a Christmas Miracle right? Well the bartender who was working, Warren, is very attractive and friendly. However, Jimmy says he isn't his favorite bartender because he never gives out free drinks. Well, Christmas Miracle indeed, Warren came over and gave us a round of shots!

Five Stalkers Are Flattering Right?

Last night I stopped into The Edge for a beer. So there was a group of five cute men that kept looking my way and talking amongst themselves. We were introduced, thanks to this fun older gentleman playing matchmaker.

After the usual name exchange, they confessed that they had been following me around the night before. They even knew I went to Marcello's Pizza twice! The group was made of up two married couples and a single guy. Of course, the single guy was the least attractive of them. So one couple, both named Rob, came back with me to 440. The Robs then segued into inviting me over for a three-way.

I didn't go home with them, but for some reason, I wasn't entirely against it either. It didn't feel awkward as getting propositioned for a three-way usually does. I think all this liberal SF aura is warping my fragile country mind. Or maybe it was the contact buzz I got from the Eagle.

Later, my friend Dante showed up with his new extended trick Kevin. Kevin is a super hot flight attendant for Quantas. Dante and Kevin offered me a ride home, in which THEY offered to take me home for a three-way. Also, not awkward, but also, no.

I haven't had sex in a month. I don't need all this temptation!

An Adult Band Geek's Wet Dream

Last night at the Midnight Sun, I was talking to Jimmy. I've seen him around town. We've had a few conversations, but nothing mind blowing. Physically, this man is my type like nobody's business. He's a hot little silver fox. And he has a mildly nerdy profession to boot!

A video was on that featured a flag routine. Turns out, he is in the colorguard for the local adult drum and bugle corps- the San Francisco Renegades! For the uninitiated, a drum and bugle corps is a hard core marching band. I always wanted to be in one when I was a teenager, but as I lived in a rural area, there was nothing anywhere close.

So yeah, I'm going to band camp in January! I'll be playing contrabass bugle, which is similar to a convertible tuba. It's the kind that you carry on your shoulder, not the awful looking sousaphone which wraps around you.

This also gives me a reason to march in the Gay Pride parade this summer! Woot! For some probably incorrect reason, I think being the hot guy playing the tuba in the gay pride parade will get me lots of attention.

COORS LIGHT!

I have a naughty little man inside me that LOVES flavorless beer. Coors Light is my beer of choice, closely followed by Bud Light.

The gays have been boycotting Coors since, literally,the year I was born. However, most gay bars nowadays do carry it as Coors the company has cleaned up its act quite a bit - even it is was just to placate the gays. But here in San Francisco, which is I swear the only city in America to ever protest anything, the ban lives on.

However, last night, I spotted my precious at the Pilsner Inn. That's right, the Pilsner Inn is the first gay bar in San Francisco to carry Coors again!

Anthony Is Kicking My Ass

Anthony has been kicking my ass in the gym this week. We only do two exercises per muscle group, but it's much more effective than what I've been doing before.

He's young, so I end paying for things a bit more than he does, but I figure it's worth it for having a free personal trainer around.

A Model? What?

So Friday at the Edge, I met Anthony. Of course, he meets me at the worst possible time. I was outside smoking which I generally hide from EVERYONE. So we hit it off and exchanged phone numbers and such. He ended up coming home with me, but as always, it's a boring story where we snuggled and slept.

So this week we've been hanging out a lot. Wednesday he took me to the SF Gloss Christmas party. A photographer came up to us and complimented him on his Gold's Gym ad. As soon as I heard the guy mention Gold's Gym, I remembered the blazingly hot guy they had in their print, online and window advertisements when I first moved here. THE SAME BLAZINGLY HOT SWEETHEART OF A GUY HANGING ON MY ARM!!!

I have officially reached the level of nerd-dom where models start digging me.

The Sultan Gets A Dog

I met The Sultan out for some drinks last night. We ran into a guy who was hot, in a costume-y gay kind of a way. He was wearing a motorcycle jacket, a leather buckled jock strap and a custom chopper branded wife beater. He did, for the record, have pants on. He showed us the jock strap waistband later, but I digress. He said at one point early on, "I'm not a pig, or a daddy. I'm a dog. I may sniff a lot of crotches, but when I find something I like, I stick around and guard it relentlessly."

Dog and the Sultan hit it off. I wandered off to let them get to know each other better. Dog was that kind of overly aggressive guy who tries to overcompensate for being gay by being a rough handed jerk. I guess he got a little out of hand, because when I came back, the Sultan had dismissed him. By guess, I mean the Sultan flat out said, "That crazy douche was slamming me against the wall in between trying to kiss me."

On a side note, I started shaving again Wednesday. I've been sporting a 3 day growth beard as of late. But when I was trimming it Wednesday morning, I felt like shaving clean. Ever since, I have been getting carded everywhere I go. I think I look more handsome with the beard, but this proves that I do look younger without it.

Pop Rocks and Soda

There is a really cute little zen garden in the courtyard between the buildings. It has a couple bubbly champagne fountains and several bamboo trees. The courtyard is generally pretty quiet. You often see people drinking a glass of wine out here or enjoying some other form of intoxicant.

Apparently somebody decided to chug Pop Rocks and soda last night out there. I'm sure you've been in this situation. Someone brings up how freaked out they were by Pop Rocks as a kid, scared it would explode in their stomach, and someone else says, "OMG, no that's impossible! They are candy! Of course they are perfectly safe. I'm going to go buy 20 packs and eat them all at once with a Mountain Dew chaser just to prove it!".

So your friend, the jackass, buys out the local liquor store's supply of Pop Rocks and returns. Eventually, and by eventually I mean immediately, he starts to lose it.

And then stumbles over the side to REALLY lose it...

After Work Beer

I am going out for some beer after another hard 4 hour ballbuster of a day. God I love the new job.

Some Closure On Jason

So Jason and I talked again last night about the weekend's drama. We both had things we felt we were at fault for. We were both satisfied. However, patching things up is never that pat and easy.

To be quite blunt, I have my high maintenance side. I want to feel important to my boyfriend. I really needed that from Jason today, but he couldn't give it to me. So our conversation ended tonight with us splitting up finally and officially.

He's a great person. I even liked his imperfections. I feel like we were both very good about letting ourselves be open with our feelings and needs, even though that did eventually lead us to the conclusion that we couldn't make things work in a relationship.

So I'm not sad really. I feel like we both gave our best. We just weren't emotionally matched.

The Gay Man's Guide to Moving to San Francisco

I've been living here for two months now, so I figure it's time for me to give a summary of things that I've found. I moved here from Troy, Michigan to give you a baseline for my prior experiences.

Yelp.com is your new best friend. It features community reviews of everything in the city. Restaurants here are expensive, so it is good to know before hand what to expect. Also useful for prescreening gyms, bars and discovering places you never thought to try.

What's that smell? The answer is always urine or reefer. Most employers don't drug test. If they do, they will give you multiple attempts. It's difficult to have a clean sample even if you don't smoke from all the contact buzz around.

From the Financial District and Soma all the way down to the Castro, San Francisco is like a small town mostly populated by gays. I grew up in a small town of 1,500 people, so the small town environment is really festive. You will get checked out EVERYWHERE. It's a nice ego boost and kind of degrading all at once.

Find an apartment near a Muni and Bart station. And leave your car back in Kansas Dorothy. The cost of living here isn't as bad as everyone says IF you don't bring a car. I was paying ~$900 a month for my Acura including payments, gas, insurance and maintenance. Sign a six month lease on your place if you can. There are great deals around the city, but you have to know about them in advance. As you meet friends here, they will hook you into the great deals that never make it to craigslist.

Learn to love shopping online. The retail stores here are not as large as where you came from. There are three H&M stores within a few blocks of my loft, but somehow, they are all missing the stuff I'm used to seeing. The same with Macys. It fills two seven story buildings, but seems to carry less stuff than the ones in Detroit.

Don't be afraid to ask anyone for directions. Everyone here is used to having tons of tourists and newbs around. San Francisco is a very friendly city. Even the bums can be helpful.

Most importantly, always enjoy the weirdness. I've seen tap dancing nurses leading a procession to the Bart stations, Cheney protest groups using opera instead of pickets and bullhorns, homeless people crapping in the street, bums making puppets out of cardboard boxes and naked people everywhere.

God Life Is Weird

The BF is now the EX. Not quite sure what happened with this one, but I had a feeling it would happen. He had never had a relationship last longer than six months, so that's usually a sign of doom. In this case, it was.

I helped him move into his new apartment Saturday morning. We were supposed to get back together later that night after he'd had some time to unpack. He called later and said he wanted to cancel. Apparently he'd gotten high with his old roommate and not accomplished shit. So then, today, he doesn't even call. I called him tonight, and he was all "Oh I'm sorry, I freaked out a little". Then hung up on me. So apparently we are done? I think I deserve a better break up than that, but life doesn't always give you what you deserve.

Oh well, thank god I live in a city full of hot men!