Tuesday 29 March 2011

Swag

I am noticing something about myself. When it comes to just pure desire I go for the perfect physical specimen type. You know, they eye candy, those boys that when you see them in your bed you are just dumbfounded by how pretty they are. If they know how to fuck that is just an extra bonus. When it comes to actually dating somebody I look forward to the more Teddy bear types.

So I banged me a Teddy bear with the confidence of a pretty boy and it wasn't bad but it wasn't for me. Then I picked up a perfect pretty boy, one of those Greek god types. He was great, but unwilling to take direction, which really turned me off. I got bored. It was just fucking, it wasn't fucking my way. These are all guys that I picked up at work.

I have recently, like a couple of weeks, started talking to another Teddy bear. Let's call him Swag. Swag is unlike anyone that I can think of. He is well dressed. As much as I do not support hats in doors I always like his hats. He hangs out at a strip club and gets crunk all the time, yet he claims to have a no touch policy and I am pretty sure he works at some sort of correctional facility.

Swag is very old school, the type of guy that opens doors, yet he still manages ton pull off a little bit of gangsta and is very dominant, yet in a polite way. Strangely he is the type of guy that I could date, and I hate dating. Yet I can not help myself. We have our first date set for tuesday next week.

Sunday 20 March 2011

I'm still working at the club, it's like fishing with dynamite as far as dudes go. There was Riko number one, once at his place and another time at mine. Then this week there was Riko number two, twice at night once in the morning. Both were pretty good and number two was crazy cute. I told him he fucks as good as he looks, and he looks damn good. As typical of pretty boys he was a bit too cocky, once he started barking orders I lost my boner. Guys around here seem to expect pussy and a sandwich, I expect them to get the fuck out of my bed in the morning. I even call and pay for their cab to get them the hell out.

Sunday 13 March 2011

Undressing

I have meant to write this, and I have, so here I go again. Just this time a little more drunk, and so probably more honest. Since january I have been working as a manager at a Gogo Bar. It has been a lot of ups and downs, and I am only just a couple of months in and have barely gotten my feet wet. The place is kind of ghetto, and by that I mean that I am usually the only pastey person in there. The funny thing is that I kind of like it. Someone once called me a nigger lover and I guess this proves them right. I have already given out my number a few times and already picked up a guy once. I am working on the second one currently. Interesting little thing; they both have the same name. But #2 is just thrice as cute.

The girls on the other hand can be a whole other story. I realize that I am far too lenient on them. Black women have intimidated me since I have moved to the states. The fact that I am able to get along with them as well as I can is just amazing enough to me that I do not want to press too many boundaries. I am realizing that to survive I will have to, they are stretching those boundaries as far as they can. One girl is so crazy that she ate fried chicken while on the side stage! There is one dancer whom I adore, but even she is testing what she she can get away with. We shall see if I can rise to the occasion, and be a true Leo.