57

Fifty-seven. The number of “normal” letters of interest I received within the last day on the dating sites that I signed up for. That is officially one date every day for almost the next two months. This is after weeding out the “I want you”, “Come over and &^%# me!”, and “Do you like feet?” letters (of which I had almost 200).

Of these 57 letters there are 20 that live outside of 35 miles (a half hour drive) that I would consider.

This leaves me with 37 letters.

Of these 37 letters there are 14 that I consider in my age range (18-30) and one really attractive man who is 38. I’ll keep him.

Of these 15 men (remember… I kept Mr. Thirty-Eight) there are 4 that I would definitely be interested in going out with… including Mr. Thirty-Eight. They are…

Charlie: 19, a college music major, cute, a top, describes himself as a hopeless romantic. How can you be a hopeless romantic at 19? Is that even possible?

Steven: 21, unemployed, more than cute, a top, describes himself as intense. Since he’s unemployed he better be more than intense. After seeing the pictures I’ll forgive the unemployed thing…

King: 18, going to college where I plan on going again, by far the most attractive of the bunch, abs and pecs, interested in music and theatre and freaked out a little when I said that I dance. Too young? Too bad.

Mr. Thirty-Eight: I’ve never dated an older man but this one seems like an interesting option. Seeing as I’m more than interested in someone seven years younger… why can’t I be interested in someone who is thirteen years older? Once again… abs and pecs. Thank god for those. I think I need to get to work on those too…

Now… I just need to set up the dates. Any thoughts on the older/younger thing? Feedback would be appreciated.

I’m off to do some crunches… blech.

The Search for Mr. Right Begins

And so I’ve started the search for “the” Guy. I’ve officially signed up for every gay social networking site available (both tasteful and… otherwise) and I’m on the prowl for a worthwhile guy that will take me through the next 365 days… and beyond. Is it going to be easy? Probably not. Am I going to have to put up with a load of pervs? Probably. Will I be an occasional perv? Definitely.

Any ideas on where to meet guys online? Leave it in the comments!

Evacuate the Dancefloor

So I decided to set myself on getting social on the first (and second) day of the new year. First, I latched onto a cute guy (Durant) that I know likes to have a fun time without going over the top. He drives. He doesn’t (can’t) drink. He’s cute as hell. Second, I got all cute: a trendy shirt, a pair of glasses that served no other purpose than to match my shoes, and a pair of jeans that served no other purpose than to show off my ass to anyone that happened to look toward me.

We ended up going to Necto (Gay Friday, anyone?) in the freezing cold. This was the first time that I had gone to ANY club in Michigan (although I have been in Chicago) but I had heard fairly decent things about this one. In a college town, it was probably one of the most popular.

After we met one of Durant’s friends we headed to the dance floor where nearly four hours of Not Safe for Public grinding and touching followed, heavily facilitated by a stream of whiskey and cola. I believe that I can safely say that, after last night, that Durant may have a hand print on his ass, his thighs, and each one of his many (MANY!) muscles on his chest. His friend likely has matching bruises. I would feel bad if I didn’t have bruises of my own.

We closed down the club and Durant drove me home safely, although I had more than one (ridiculous) plan for what I wanted to do to him. My drunk groping made it difficult for him to use his stick shift but, in the end, he was nothing but the gentleman that had made me want to go out with him in the first place. Damn!

The stuff that new beginnings are made of.

Good Morning 2010! What a great… #@$!

2010 has been rung in and I’m ready for that brand new start that I’ve been so concerned about. Things are going to change and my life is going to get better because I say so. Why is it then that only 3 hours into this brand new year some big ass monkey wrench can get me to lay in bed thinking in punctuation to avoid embarrassing myself with the profanities that I could rightfully be thinking about?

“im sorry RW i suck at so much you are wonderful”

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2009 BACKSTORY (2o words or less)

Lansing: Smart, emotionally unavailable, and looks for guys on Craigslist. Dated for two months and I still want him… yuck.

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This is what I wake up to at 3:10 AM on New Year’s Day: a text message from the guy that, up until this point, needs to get away. The problem with this is that, undoubtedly and without fail, every time I try to let him go he shows some new way to come back into my life as more cute and more thoughtful than the time before. He’s that puppy dog from childhood you wanted to take home so badly, but couldn’t because your parents knew he was going to leave spots on the rug. So far, I took that puppy to the pound but he’s still managing to leave stains on my berber.

If you’re wondering, I answered. No reply. It was probably a product of one too many drinks at a New Year’s party. But, I’m sure there will be more in the story of Lansing.  There’s always more to a story even after you have closed the book. I guess you can’t get away from 2009 that easily and the troubles don’t back off at Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve.

edit/update: Turns out it was a drunken text. No surprise there. There needs to be a filter for those things or I need to get off my ass and start blocking numbers.

The Checklist for Change

Here’s the draft. I know it’s not complete. It would be foolish to think that anyone can change their life in five-hundred bullet points let alone five. But, they get to what I’m focusing on right now and, since this is my blog, I can add whatever the hell I want to “The Checklist” whenever I want to. These points, however, won’t change.

1. Get Motivated

This blog is the start of my first goal. Enough of sitting on the couch and waiting for the world to come to me. It’s all about taking the initiative to change things for myself and the first thing I have to do is get motivated.

2. Get Back to School

The next goal is to get back to my education. I’ve waited too long to work at something I really love and not a lousy Marketing degree that will get me by. I want more than to get by. I want to strive for an education that makes me happy and stimulates my interests.

3. Get in Shape

Not only am I determined to improve my mind, but I’m willing to improve my health and my image. I want to be healthy as well as attractive if for no other reason than to be more confident. Not to mention it will help to…

4. Get “the” Guy

The title says it all. I certainly don’t want to be alone for the rest of my life and feel that I deserve to find that right guy. After the disaster that was 2009… I’m bound and determined.

5. Get Social

New friends and new situations will help me round out the first four goals and keep me sane on my quest for fulfillment in the next year. Want to help? Get in touch.

There it is. That’s the list (or at least its first incarnation). It seems so simple. Deceptively so. Wish me luck. Wish me health. Wish me love. I’ll be sure to do the same!

The Last Few Hours of 2009

Two words on the end of 2009: “Good Riddance!”

Note the exclamation mark.

I’m sure that many who read this will echo this sentiment. It’s been a year of letdowns and blowups. From hopes that were never realized to realizations of incompetence, it seems that 2009 was a flop of massive proportions. Epic fail.

Now, my life is surely better than most but not without its faults. I feel uninspired. I feel lackluster. I feel dissatisfied.

But, I’m not going to let these feelings of inadequacy get me down. With the bright and shiny New Year of 2010 ahead of me in less than four hours I’ve decided to change some things. No…

I’ve decided to change it all.

I’m going to get inspired.

I’m going to get some luster on my life.

I’m going to satisfy and be satisfied.

So, I have four hours to make a checklist that will turn me around completely and set me off in the right direction. After that, it’s all up to me to use the 365 days of 2010 to make it happen. I should get to work!