Good Boy / Bad Boy

The description of the Good Boy / Bad Boy issue is that someone wants to live with Good Boy and have sex with Bad Boy.

I got hit with the issue when requested to drop everything, go to Palm Springs and drive to LA and back so that the guy having sex with Bad Boy can get a check.

Ain't doing it after the unreasonable demands made while doing Bad Boy.  Besides. I want to make a little boy happy and get some stuff done.

And I need to figure out how I am getting to MEX.

And I am enjoying Tijuana.

More on that later.

The New Standard of Clueless

Someone has yet to realize that the opportunity to make a little boy happy vs helping someone who, at best, decided to engage in bad behavior towards you and allowing the love interest to do same is a really tough choice.

NOT!

So, look out, little boy.  Someone is buying you a drink soon.

But I am finding out the person who engaged in bad behavior has a new problem.

He's been financially cut off, as I no longer have a reason to help with gas, groceries and utilities.  Spending money on all those Ubers and drinks to show off his, "trophy," has now come back to haunt him.

Wonder what the Bank of Mommy and Daddy will think of that.

Meanwhile, I will be spending tomorrow playing catch up.

Should be more fun then hearing that, "It's love."

Six days later

So, I left the antics in the desert behind on Monday.

Everyone is doubling down on that end as the whole mess / train wreck continues.  Last time I checked, the beloved left for Palm Springs on the bus and after the house mate got his pot, he Ubered his way to Palm Springs to look for him only to be called selfish for not bringing the pot.  House mate then Ubered back empty handed and launched a money beg as he is broke - again (Do you need to wonder why?)

Let's just say that for a few dollars more I made a little boy happy as I took Rick's great nephew out for Mexican Independence Day.  And I had fun.  Uber surge pricing wasn't pretty, but I was a Mexican about it knowing that Independence Day comes once a year and it is the time to celebrate and drink and party.

I hadn't been to Fusion in years, but it has shaped up, and I had a great time.  I did not get home until three in the morning, and paid the price over the next two days.

On to planning the next chapter of the trip.

It came back to life

For some reason, the touch pad on my laptop decided to quit working Yesterday as I escaped to San Diego and worked on getting a little work done.  Now it works again.

Meanwhile, I am wondering how the hell I got through being a witness to the date that looked more like a train wreck than a date.  And guess how I was reminded how pathetic the mating ritual was? 

You got it!  I hooked up via dating app this afternoon.  Quick.  Efficient.  Job got done.  He was a nice guy.  A little muscle relaxant and I was good to go.  No.  Drama.  Required.

And no begging for money for batteries and booze.

Take note.

Happy 5779

OK, this blog has been neglected.

I really want to do a better job of chronicling my adventures, and with the New Year in the Hebrew Calendar, it's time to resolve to do a better job on this blog.  That means a post a day except if it's Yom Tov time.  And, of course, never during Shabbat.

I'll guess a good starting point is to say hell froze over and I got something right.  Efforts have been made to get me to move to the desert permanently.  I was not sure if that was a good move, so I kept my San Diego / connections.

THAT was the right call.

I promised to do a house sitting gig that was supposed to last two weeks.  I spent a little time before the event and planned on extending things afterwards.

But the housemate met someone.

And this someone has an interesting trajectory.  He is on his third relationship and has kids. 

And is dealing with DUI charges which he blames on his current husband who is abusive, so he cannot drive.

And he is still living with his husband.

And he has a mouth combined with an alcohol problem - not a good combination and I got singed by those sparks.  To make matters worse, the housemate basically told me to lump it.

And housemate asked me to take this show to LA - thrice.  The second time was in the middle of the night and the third time was basically shoved down my throat.

And he wanted me to come up with money so he could take his, "trophy," out.  He did it anyway and is now broke, which meant a money beg.

I had to take care of a few things in San Diego, and something came up, so I headed back today knowing that the thing that would be worse than dealing with this for a year would be dealing with this for a year and a day.

I do have a duty dance in the desert, and will attend to that, but otherwise, San Diego / Tijuana is the base for the foreseeable future.

So, time to get stuff done and get some rest.

As I await the answer, I'm reflecting.

For some time after Rick died, I used the trite term, "I'm not ready for a relationship," do describe my position on being in one.  And at the time it was true.  I wasn't ready to go into another relationship because I still had to recover from the two that ended when death did us part.

I'm getting there on the recovering part, and have processed a good enough chunk of the grief to where I can ponder the idea of being in one again.  I also have been on enough dates to clarify that the person who wants me to live with him full time Ain't.  Getting.  His.  Way.  Why?  Here is the aunt - approved explanation.  He won't crawl into bed with me, manipulate me to his liking so I am positioned in what is a satisfactory position for him, and do it all with a stupid grin on his face.  When that was done to me, I truly enjoyed it.

Another turn off, to me are those who live a life in the closet.  A love interest of mine referred to me as a co worker to his family to my face!  This is AFTER I told a colleague in his presence that I was out on a date with him!  I didn't give a flying you know what about what people thought I did in the sack since I was 18 (although I didn't highly publicize it.)

That said, the reality may boil down to this.

• I need a man who will be there through the good and the bad, supportive of all my hopes and dreams, and provide comfort to get me through my fears (I know that is a two way street.)
• I need a man who excels at the stuff I suck at (Very important.)
• I need a man who want me to be financially OK (Hard to find.)
• I need a man who will rock my world in the sack (Also important and believe it or not hard to find.)
• I need to make sure each of the men I have just described do NOT know that the other three exist (Actually, maybe I should just do polyamory and make sure everyone is playing with a full deck.  And maybe have a polyamory party and invite all involved.)

We shall see.

18th of Tammuz

Well, The Three Weeks are here again.

So, once the sun goes down, it will be the third anniversary of Rick's death according to the Hebrew calendar based on the official time of his death.

I have always wondered if dying during The Three Weeks has any special significance.  Sooo, I just went to Chabad.org to ask the rabbi for help on this one.

I'll let you know what the answer is.