About that last post.

Friday and Saturday were maybe a little too interesting.

Housemate found a date via an online app.  43 miles away.  And decided to pay for the Uber to get him over here.  Friday night seemed to go well for those two, and the intention was for him to stay for the weekend.

OK, he did ask me for some financial help while setting up the date, and I know why he did so.  If he had sold it to me another way, I would not have minded, but it was a little off putting.  So I meet the guy and it seemed to go well for them, however a combination of factors made me feel as if I was told, "Screw you and have a nice day."

So Saturday comes along.

I ping someone because of their handle, and ask a question related to it.

We engage in idle chit chat.

A scene is negotiated agreed to and I go off to participate.

On the way over, I am working on getting another date.

So, I do the scene and a good time is had by all in Palm Springs.

Because I had about 2 1/2 hours to kill before I knew if another date would work out.  I decided to hang out in Palm Springs.  I saw the latest in gadgets and gear, and went off to pick up some stuff I forgot during the last shopping trip.

On the way I stopped by a bar.

I met a guy, and he asked me if he wanted to play with me at his place.

I agreed.

Another good time was had by me, and afterwards I was starving.  So I got dropped off at the stop for the PS Buzz Bus and basically rode into Downtown Palms Springs in an Old School Party on wheels.  As I was starving I had dinner at a new (to me) place, and had nightcaps at Chill, Streetbar and Hunters.  At the third place I met this very handsome corn fed Nebraskan cowboy, and since he lived in San Diego, we exchanged numbers.

I headed home via Uber.

Once I got home I learned that the other guy left and headed back to Hemet because he came down from his drug induced stupor.  Or something like that.

I should have known I was in trouble when I started mentioning how my afternoon / evening went and was asked not to talk about how I went through so many substances over a seven hour period.  No, I didn't mention being in situations where there was lube and semen everywhere.  I didn't get to.

Today, I felt as if something really bad went down with that date, and the decision was made to give me the hard time over it.

Not good.

I have decided to take the approach that has worked for me the best on this one.  I will just act like the Japanese, let what happened happen and have the discussion about it tomorrow.  I do not think that anyone will be hung over, but the issue needs to be brought up.

With all that said, two good things came out of the experience.  I met two people who live in SD - one of whom I would like to hang out with some more.

More to come.