I mean there could be other reasons someone doesnt want to date me. Could be, none Im aware of though. Last week I wrote a blog (https://lessclassmoreass.wordpress.com/2011/05/28/running-into-t…mes-had-by-all/) about James, the guy who I was obsessed with for a short time who wanted nothing to do with me. The one I ran into in Union Square whom I embarrasssed myself with by bringing up subjects like kiddie pools and shitting your pants. Oh God help me. With the chemistry I felt with this guy though, I never could figure out why he didnt feel the same.
Once when I was lurking on his Facebook page I found some suggestive comments to him by an Asian porn star he seemed to be a little too friendly with. I blamed his disinterest in me on the “Asian Card.” I can compete with pornstars, but aside from my long dark hair and glorious skin, I got nothing in my arsenal to attract a man addicted to Asian women. When I saw her I deemed her a tranny and moved on. Disturbed, but not discouraged from my final goal of seeing his penis.
A couple of nights ago I spent some time with a cute kid who was good enough company for a good night kiss. Through my usual astrology assessment of whether he was a worthy of a kiss or not I found out he had the same birthday as James. Well now thats a coincidence. Kiss!
Today it occurs to me that I probably dont even know James birthday and have been fantasizing all along that I know him better than I actually do. So I go online, and remember I deleted him off my Facebook ages ago. Its the quickest way to get over someone. 2 deletes, Facebook and Phone number. Dont half ass it and keep the texts though. You know your dumb ass will totally drunk text when you realize you still have the number saved that way. With no Facebook to check I realize I have to do this the old fashioned way…as a stalker. I go see my old friend Mr. Google and go to the images page to shamelessly stare at his modeling pictures. I stumble upon this cute article that was written about him and what hes passionate about in life. Awww, what a sweetie, sighhhhhh. I go back to the picture page, scroll, drool, scroll, smile, and then it happens.
I see it.Yes IT. And IT is in someone elses mouth. Not just some ONE, some DUDE.
Before I even click on the site my mind is telling me that its a fake, it must be photoshopped. I see his tattoos but it must be like one of those naked celebrity photos, with the head super imposed on his body.
I click. Nope, that’s him, that’s his penis. All this time Ive wanted to see his penis, and now I am seeing it in another mans mouth. Folks, this is my life, and it would make your motherfucking head spin if you lived it for a day. I scroll down to discover all sorts of good still shots from the porno he did.
“Oh hey there’s his penis again and he’s jerking it off for another man. Here’s something different…his penis sharing a mouth with another strangers penis. This is swell.”
I am utterly fascinated, simultaneously ill but with bouts of hysterical laughter. I feel really sad for him that these pictures are so easy to find, and at the same time feel so much better that a man who has been paid to receive blowjobs from men was not interested in dating me.
I carry on my investigation via google and every gay porn site known to man to discover his 5, FIVE dvds that he has starred in. I guess that’s not a lot in porno world, but its worth noting that there was a “Best of (insert name here)” DVD of him and his “work.”
Fuck me.
If you have a “Best of” video of your gay pornography, I think Im out. In his defense he only received blowjobs and didnt reciprocate. Yes, I am aware that is the worst, gayest defense ever. Thank you straight people, noted!! Friends told me to say something to him, which really just seems pointless and hideously tacky. How does that conversation start?
“Hey James, so did you not like me because I’m not in porn, and you are? Is it because I dont have a penis? Is it because you don’t like penis, but don’t want to have to explain to me that at one point you had to be ok occupying a mouth with another one?”
This seems like a conversation best left to make fun of with my friends, and even with all his rejection of me, I will actually respect his privacy and not reveal his identity to people who do not know it already. Not even his porno name. Which for the record is the same first name as his real name…are you a fucking idiot? That many identifiable tattoos AND the same first name. I end on the final thought that Google is your friend, and stalking is not a crime. Wait, yes it is. Internet stalking is not a crime if the person is not aware that you’re doing it. Right.
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