VA Beach and non damn bliss

As I mentioned briefly in my last post I would come back for a follow up to my trip to VA Beach and finding Spahffic Bliss. However, this trip for me wasn’t about either one. I know I’m confusing things, however allow me to explain. I met a young lady a few days ago; and after a few telephone conversations and doing the dance of exchanging pictures, she invited me to go with to Virginia Beach. My initial gut reaction was, “I don’t want to go”. Usually I’m psyched about getting out of the city to see some water and sand (not that we don’t have enough, well water at least), however it was going to be a hot weekend and ignoring my gut I went with it. In the days to come I wasn’t excited about the trip. Since the young lady that invited me didn’t have a car I knew that I would have to pull the almost three hour trip behind the wheel by myself. So you know I was a little sour about that one. Not wanting to send out any negative vibes, I swallowed a get happy pill and kept things moving.

I knew I had to get a lot accomplish before the mini get-away so on the eve of the trip I spent time cleaning my room, finishing putting together a dresser I purchased from IKEA which sat in my room for two weeks half assembled, washed clothes and entertaining the young lady on the phone that I previously informed that I had MUCH to do before we left on Friday afternoon. After a short conversation and ignoring her text messages, I finished the dresser and my other chores. When Friday rolled around I was functioning off of 5 hours of sleep. I knew this was crazy as I was well aware of the journey ahead. I’m already quiet by nature and without my required 7 to 8 hours I can be damn near ghost and not cordial. Again I had to perk my ass up because I didn’t want to come off being one.

Once I was done washing the car, running to the bank, scooting to my mom’s job and grabbing a quick bite I headed to DC to pick up the young lady. We finally meet face to face body to body. During the drive which seemed endless there was non stop talking mostly done by my travel buddy, I wanted to keep the driving moving so I interjected a couple of head nods, mmmhmmms, ohs and yeah yeah. This was going to be a long ass weekend. We arrived at the very nice Crowne Royal Plaza which located in the middle of “everything that is nothing”. The hotel is aptly decked out with it art deco décor, perfect feng shui and huge marble counters with a marble fountain holding large colorful fish. I was happy to see that she requested two double beds. She informed me that she didn’t want to be presumptuous and I thought to myself, “good idea”. The first day was shot as we spent hours in the mall because she didn’t like her wardrobe so to award me for my patience she treated me to dinner and a movie. During the movie she made constant commentary. No, no number 1 on my list: Do not talk to me during a movie, just because you paid doesn’t mean I want to hear you. I don’t pay or be treated to hear you talk. You’re not the one on the damn screen. So let’s just say I was irritated.

On the way back to the hotel she said, “You don’t talk much.” And my response was, “We were in a movie theater.” Enough said. When we arrived back to the hotel I was ready for bed. She asked me if I was good at giving massages and I thought to myself, “Oh here we come with this bull shit.” I responded with a quick, “I do well for an amateur.” So in ten minutes I was giving a massage I didn’t want or feel like giving and if anyone should have been having their legs, back and ass rubbed it should have been me. Yet it is tacky to ask for massage, massages are better when the person giving says, “Baby let me give you a massage.” That’s when you know they are going to enjoy giving you a massage and the shit doesn’t seem like work. The next day we ventured through town doing much of the same as Friday. That evening her “House” was throwing an event at Nutty Buddys, Norfolk Virginia’s most popular gay club. I’m glad we didn’t stay long because I wasn’t used to being in smoke filled clubs and my drink of Jack and Ginger was watered down to the floor. I spent most of the evening struggling to breathe through one nostril! She made plans for us to go to church, however I was glad those plans didn’t come through because I wanted to get on the road as soon as possible and end this trip. I know I sound like a selfish as child but sometimes my OCS (Only Child Syndrome) kicks in and I can get into the “get out of my space and stop talking to me moments.” Shit I’m human!

I’m going to tell you honey, I didn’t know Ms. Hyundai good push the way she was pushing. Once we hit 95 baby was like, “awww shieeet let’s go!” and that is what we did. I know I was doing at least 100 if not more. I was so happy when we hit 395 north I didn’t know what the hell to do. Within minutes I dropped the young lady off. She eluded that she didn’t want to go in the house and asked me what I was going to do. I told her I needed to make one more stop and then I was heading in. After a quick and I mean quick good bye I headed to my sanctuary to my relief, Malcolm X Park to decompress and release.

I will say that I learned a lot about myself and what I like in an individual, what I’m willing to put up and what I like and need to work on within myself. It has been four days since I’ve spoken to the young lady, outside of a couple of text messages I haven’t nor has she made an effort to talk. However, being the adult I know that I will need to make the first move… What the hell I will say I don’t know. I’ll just let it flow naturally and speak my truth.

A trip to the mundane-Virgina Beach

Hello all!! Glad to see you. I know it's been a few and I only have two post so I will post a brief one for early today and come back later this evening for a more indepth posting. So I spent this past weekend in VA Beach/Norfolk with an associate (something I don't normally do so I know I messed all of DC's good things like the parties, cookouts and so on and so forth. Right now I'm not going to get into rethinking the weekend because the shit is making me depressed). Yet I digress. Anyway I spent the weekend in VA Beach to find it grossly boring.

However, while doing some ear-hustling most of the conversations being spoken from the academic inclined were accolades of Washington, DC and how “I can’t wait for the semester to be over, I’m heading to DC!”, wow even in beach town during the first few hot days of spring people want to get out dodge from a place where I was informed outside of the beach, going out to eat and to the movies; there is nothing else to do. WOW!!

In Search of Saphhic Bliss

It has been a long time since I ventured into the Sapphic bliss of relationship heaven. Amidst with its ups and downs, I still relish in the enjoyment of being in love and thrust into the whirlwind of intimacy and great sex. Although, I like my singlehood I totally dislike the fact that my bed is cold and lonely. The only other inhabitants of this sacred restful space are my two teddy bears that stare at me mockingly with their dark little beady eyes. Many of my coupled up co-habituating friends in loving relationships (smirk) tell me that I should enjoy this moment, “You’re young go have fun and enjoy yourself!” However, I’m getting older. No one told me that once you hit 30 the years will fly by before you can ask: who, what, where, when and why. So now I’m sitting here asking the perplexing question, where do I start?

I’m a strong believer in putting myself out there and allowing my positive energy to radiate and flow its way through the doldrums of dating and doing the “dance”, a dance in which there are too many damn steps. Some steps have led me back to the club/bar scene (yuck), attending various community LGBT meetings with the hope of meeting like minds and venturing into cyberspace posting ads and wading through the ads and responses of those looking to get turned out, copious titty play and women looking for the third wheel in their “heterosexual” relationships. Oh not to mention the ads where some women have so many damn preferences and perquisites for a mate other than breathing, attractive and single, that it makes me wish I can find a way to market a “Build A Lesbian” workshop!

Often times I have to check myself and do a self-evaluation of me. Am I approachable? What does my body language say? I have often been told that I “look” mean or stand-offish. When the fact is I’m terrible shy and once the wall is down I’m a hoot to be around and a great friend. However, I believe that being perceived as standoffish may have to do in fact of living in such a transient city and the fact that we East Coasters residing in DC and above, are a bit rough around the edges unlike our free-flowing West Coast counterparts. Outside of my shyness, I know that I’m a great catch. I’m very attractive, intelligent and pleasant to be around. And my drama is minimal enough to fit into a small clutch purse. Although, I have experienced a few bumps on the financial and educational road and I can become complacent at times, I know will make a great mate. So with that said how come others don’t see that in me? Or are we so caught up in our own stuff that we often miss a great thing when it walks by or smiles at us?

Hello to all my fellow bloggers!!

I'm so excited to become another voice in the community of blogging. There are so many wonderful blogs and bloggers out there. Some may ask, why would one waste their time blogging or sharing the nuances of their life with people they don't know or may never meet? Well we all have perspectives of life that are different, however we share common themes in the journey of life. And like those people I want to share my journey. I look forward to this new beginning and will be blogging soon on my first topic.