the times just keep a rollin'

Well life has REALLY jumped far since my last post (and what can you expect? 2 months since! Fernando lives extravagantly fast) - Richie and I have fallen through (though we remain in contact), I've acquired a biffy of sorts on Valentine's Day (SAME DAY I MOVE OUT FOR THE THIRD TIME!! YAY!!!) only to question the status of our relationship now and am going to contact him about it later today. Plus I've rejoined the A4A scene again (after my hiatus with Richie and James [biffy from V-Day!]), made two new friends from Florida (one who I'm totally dropping from my friend's list) and have become ever more emotional yet mature since. Aaaand I have a new love for nigger cakes. *glee* My how time flies! And there's much more, but the brain is on the fritz, read along and yee shall see.

Well since my last encounter with Southern Belle, my new name for him =], I quickly learned my limits in regards to some of my fetishes (hrm, which begs me to ask - does his new interest like the same?) and better learned what are the differences between love and infatuation. Am healthy once again and have since tested various times in multiple places to make absolutely sure. Unfortunately, I live in America and folks can't be honest with themselves and their bodies, I need to move back to France where people are actually people and not this faux facade every dumbshit's been putting up in Bushwick recently - I'm talking about this: http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i40/uncleheavy23/facade-detail.jpg?t=1238061421

http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i40/uncleheavy23/house-finished.jpg

what is this shit?! This isn't fucking faux-Miami, get that gross shit outta here! Which, btw, as clean, bright, and soft as it may look, the overall effect lacks so much and is an absolute eye-sore. Unfortunately, it may surpass the grossness of the house at the right but the blue at the far left is much more acceptable. Or rather slate, let's do beautiful black marble, dark slates, shit like that. NOT STYROFOAM, I WILL MELT YO SHIT, WATCH OUT! AND!!! WORSE! It took 9 days to put that shit up, ew.

Now moving along. Well SB didn't work out, ESPECIALLY during our 'date', he took me to see Revolutionary Road, which I read reviews for and was fine with - but if caught me off guard soooooooo bad; I was tired and the movie was waaaay too talky to catch my attention, I'm all for clean cut narrative and dialogue but not when I'm tired and not when I wants to bond with a guy with something cheesy (I'M A LEO! I MENTIONED THAT A BAJILLION TIMES! THINK OF HANGING WITH A KID!!! ) like Step Brothers! Holy christ had we gone to see that, I woulda loved the guy all the more.

But you know what made it absolutely worse? Not the fact that I was basically snoring on his ass (foreshadowing the outcome of this event) but the fact that he turns to me and tells me, "what do you think of my prostituting?" Um... what? Excuse me, could you repeat that - what a minute, please stop texting and put your cellphone away, what was it you were saying? EWWW! Disgusting, totally disgusting! Of course I have a problem! "I'm just telling one of my customers he has to get himself checked... This guy is so understanding, he's my baby, he pays for me." Wow, here's the popcorn, and the soda, you just hold onto that while I catch the L back home, kthnxbye.

So in hopes that he's totally kidding, I smile and decide after the movie to take him to a cute thai place I like for lunch (y'all know the place, Room Service, uh huh) only to have SonofaBitch - *ahem* SB give me THE snarkiest attitude ever.n I'm telling him one of my interests (fine dining, restaurant hopping, cuisine) and he's giving me face! Now let me take a moment here and dig deep into my Gaytionary *digs, feels it, yes yesss...* BITCH GIVING ME SHADE! LOL, I would never use the term shade in daily conversation but this is most totally appropriate. The bitch was making faces and shit - AND AGAIN WITH THE GODDAMN CELLPHONE - mind you it's lunch during off-peak so it's fine, place is empty, I'm cool. But again with his customer shit - although now I believe it was another A4A dude which whatever, I moved along same night, psh. What made things worse, there was this poor black chick behind me who ordered herself a 5-dish meal and normally I would be nasty and comment albeit quietly (or actually not at all, I love my black girls) but this cunt was throwing the ultimate shade and was fucking loud about it to! Look dick, take your baggage outside, we're in a place quiet a step up from your fucking trailer park diner, check yourself, fall back bitch, FALL BACK! COME CORRECT! LAWLROFLCOPTER

Moving along - train ride with him sucked; Fernando clocked out and was dead for the main portion of the ride with him, couldn't even hold his hand or stand next to his dirty ass (no wonder I couldn't get hard for him, and I'm a hornster) and thankfully I only had to ride with him up to Lorimer, I would've just got off early if I had to ride any longer. Stopped communicating with SB immediately (especially since I talked to him on my sub-sub-account, thank heavens for that!)

Past SB, I decide to take a 3-day break before jumping on the A4A express - guys, clubs, drinks and such later, I'm relaxing it at home on OkCupid when I come across the onliest cutie EVER! soooo cute! So immediately I give him a 5-star rating to of course let cupid notify him of my interest and for him to respond accordingly (of course he does =]). We shoot each other messages in hopes of meeting up soon and seeing how all goes, chat on aim here and there, match up our interests, seems we're a match! Feb. 13 rolls around and I invite him out to my way, that I have a new place and he can stay the night =D *WINK-KA-WINK* I think to myself, "please let 'Cupid not be the new A4A and have this work! I would like for this to click so much."

- much to type later, am pooped, needa rest.