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Dating/Tricking

Thursday, January 27th, 2005 | perpetually single

Chalk it up to my own lack of experience in the field, but I have a hard time distinguishing between dating and tricking. It isn’t that I consider tricking to be dates, but more in the way that what I consider to be dates end up feeling like tricks.

Case in point: Last Saturday I went out for dinner with someone I had been talking to for a while. We both got out of work at 9 at night, and we met up in Midtown, where we had dinner at Einstein’s. Dinner was nice, and enjoyable, with talk over salad and sandwiches. his was a club sandwich, mine was a 11-ounce hamburger, medium rare. Innuendos were exchanged with lamentations about work. He paid for the dinner, and he told me as we walked back to his car that my online photos did not do me justice. We ended up at my place, where I popped in Hedwig and the Angry Inch, and we snuggled as Stephen Trask John Cameron Mitchell (Thanks Gabi!) sang his heart out. Slight pecking turned into passionate fucking on my futon, and mouthing the words to “Wig in a Box” with the guy on his back was a mind-blowing experience, if not humorous and ironic. Now I’m trying to remember if this was the second time this has happened with the same movie. after snuggling and a post-coital massage from me, I saw him off with the usual promises to call each other. Since then, we’ve only exchanged a few instant messages and a phone call instigated by me.

This isn’t new. I’ve had a few times where a date-like setting becomes more of a trick situation. So is it my fault that I give out on the first date? There was the night of Todo Sobre Mi Madre with the late night trick. And then there were the tricks with whom I had great chemistry with, and besides the sex, there was great conversation and interaction. but all of them just seemed to be isolated into one night stands.

The closest thing to a relationship I had was with Ozzy, with whom I had actual multiple dates with. We watched movies, went to a club, went to sex shops, and walked around South Beach. He was a great lover, but alas, he had to move to Texas.

So I don’t know. Maybe it’s just me, but i just seem to be able to get great one-night stands. Dates and tricks become blurred, and they always end on such a good note. Of course there are those horror stories with certain rabid rice queens and bad cases of judgment, but in all, I’d like to be able to date like regular people once in a while.

Daily Gay Confession:

Listening to the Immaculate Collection while commuting on the train. “Holiday” never sounded better.

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