1. chez; this little man found moi on good ol' plenty of fish.com...and even though things didn't work out with bachelor #1, i do urge you all to check out that site...good things can come from it, just ask carol!!

anywho, chez is a 20 year old little shit, who swore he was not like others his age..."i'm different..." he cooed as he nuzzled my neck, " i know what i want, and i'm not afraid to go for it"...

le bullshit, i cooed back...and i was right.

no 20 year old knows what they want...let alone have the foggiest clue as to what life is all about. you're just becoming secure with yourself at the age of 20, and there's no way you are mature enough as a gay man to give yourself over to someone else without any hesitation.

a word to the wise people, when a 20 year old from the sticks tells you "you're the one" after only a night and 2 orgasms later (one of which i think he faked), run screaming and save yourself the puzzlement as to why they spurt horseshit from their mouths...

but fuck things sound sexier in a british accent...that you can take my word for

2. the bartender man; this guy was another encounter from p.o.f and would have been a better one if it weren't for the staying up all night (you can just guess) and doing the walk-of-shame home from my all-nighter still wearing last night's outfit (which didn't look as nice at 6 am as it did at 10 pm) and contact lenses.

he was cute, and super sexy, but alas a MANAGER (which i've since sworn off completely this time...really) and once again 21 years old.

well there's not really much to say about this one, since there hasn't been a 2nd encounter due to his impending move back home with his parents...stop snickering...who also live in the sticks...

see bachelor #1 for feelings about boys who live in the sticks.

3. the doctor; this ones one of the boys...sorry, OLD MEN from my past...he was actually my first; yup...we did it in a parking garage outside of a gay bar in halifax...hot, i know...anywho i thought he lived in america now, but after a quick boo at his website (www.drnickevans.com) i found out that he's now a UK resident again...he was born in wales, and has since re-joined the other brits in his homeland!

well, you can only imagine what happened next...

after a few flirtatious texts/calls/emails, we have still yet to meet. and will probably still be waiting. we met in 1999, (which was 9 years ago) and he's now 44 years old...yeah, yeah...he's obviously set in his ways and not too eager to get out of them...what's that about teaching an old dog new tricks??

well that was until he called me last weekend; high off his ass and drunk as a skunk, spouting some sort of amy-winehouse-nonsense about how we should get married, and how in love with me he was, and how much he wants to do *blankety blank blank* to me after all this time...

yada yada yada...well let's just say this dirrty boy discovered his "charlotte-esque" side upon hearing him come on this strong...and i was completely and totally turned off.

a) how can you be this old and still doing drugs????
b) how can you be so resentful after 9 years of the way things ended between us???
c) wisdom doesn't necessarily come with age...k, that's more something i learned rather than a question...but it's still suitable here!

well loves, it's only been a few months...so let's hope the summer continues to sizzle as much as the past while has!!!!!

kisses