oh my goot-ness.

Couple things.

First... I had my Blackberry signed on to Yahoo IM this week. I was laying on my couch resting during a break from school and work and I heard the familiar Yahoo chime that I had just received a message. Curiously, I grabbed my phone.

"hey stud"

Oh. My. Goot-Ness. It's Mason Wyler, porn star.

"hey", I responded. Kind of shocked. He's on my myspace and he posts some really interesting and racy blogs. I really only like him for his writing. Swear. lol.

He went on cordially, asking me where I was from and all that usual stuff, and says "I need some dick in me"

Whoa! OMG-N! That's just a little too much information for me. Hot, yet too much information. Sorry I can't help you out, buddy. He wanted me to come over. I wish I lived where he lived! Wait, what am I saying, I'm not a porn star. I couldn't do anything with a pornstar, thats just.... dirty? Maybe? No, I couldn't. Then I read online today that he is going to go on tour bottoming for any Tom, Dick and Harry in the country. Definitely not banging a porn star for sure now. That's just, gross. He's so cute though, and totally plays up the sweet and innocent thing just right and then BAM! throws some hardcore nastiness in your face. Interesting.

Secondly...

Yesterday, Saturday night, I went out with a kid I met Friday at a bar through some friends. He's young. Not even 21 for two more weeks. He's cute, he's all muscled up, and very new to the whole gay scene. I felt like taking him under my wing and protecting him. I threw a couple pointers out to him because he seemed to be throwing his number at people because they were "nice". I was like... listen. These guys want to get in your pants. They aren't all nice. Be careful. I got myself into some really scary situations when I was a kid, and although I don't want to shelter anyone from experiencing craziness in life, you just gotta watch out for some of these crazies today. No one is very innocent anymore.

So we talked, drank, had a decent time. I had already told him I don't want a boyfriend, I'm not even looking. I'm too busy. He shocked me by giving me a hurt look and saying, "Oh,..... really? Hmm." What? I didn't even know he was attracted or thinking along those lines. We ended up at a few more clubs and back at the first again at 2am for last call. My ex, if you can call him that, of the past month, was out back with a girlfriend of his. Ohhhh shit. Muscle boy was getting jealous! "What do you even SEE in that dude? He's not even cute! He's girly!" Whoa buddy. Calm down. I was feeling weird and sad that I had broken up with this guy and hurt him. I talked to him for a couple minutes to say hi.

Me and muscleboy left and talked in the parking lot for a few minutes. He hugged me and we said goodbye. I was drunk so I don't remember what we were talking about. But then the texts from both started pouring in.... the ex was pissed that I was "seeing" someone already. No, I'm not. Muscleboy said he was sensing jealousy from the ex. He wanted to know that if he pursued me, would he be wasting his time? If I want to see someone else, he'd be ok with that. Oh My Goot-Ness. This all came about so suddenly, at a vulnerable time for me (read:drunk time).

Well, I didn't text muscleboy today, needless to say. I don't care enough. I was only looking for a friend. I saw this morning that I told him we could hang out as friends. If something developed then whatever, that's cool. But thats not why I'm hanging out with him.

He texted me several times later in the day today. Very sweet. He seemed to want to hang out tonight but I was working late and have school tomorrow so there's no way I can go out or drink or do anything.

Oh My Goot-Ness, aren't the little twists in life fun times?