I think dating is uneventful. The last guy I went out with was really nice, cool, but older. 46. Yeah. Though I will be 40 in less than a year, 46 seems so old to me. I don't live like an almost 40-year old, now do I look it. But 46...that's closer to 50 than 40. We just really didn't have chemistry. I know he liked me and he wanted to go out again, but you can't wait until
Thursday to ask me out for Saturday.
Another guy I was recently hooked-up with (not THAT kind of hook up) is also in recovery. I don't go out and try to find someone in the same situation as I am, because I'm a lot stronger than most addicts and can deal with being around the booze. I also don't believe in AA anymore. It was great when I first got clean (it will be 6 years in just 2 weeks!) and it helped me immensely, but it feels like a cult. I also don't like being told that I will relapse if I don't go to meetings. Life is about choices, and I will only drink again if I choose to, not because I don't go to some meeting. Anyway, his name is John and we had emailed and texted but, like my biggest pet peeve, never a phone call. How are you supposed to get to know someone if you never hear the sound of their voice or the way they express themselves verbally? Oh, and the "I didn't want to call because I didn't want to bother you" is such a fucking pussy way out of things. There's this thing called voicemail fi I don't answer. But I told Ayesha today...if you don't have the balls to call me to get to know me or ever ask me out, you don't have the fucking balls to share my life. Period.
I had a gig last week and met someone there. Now, I've learned my lesson when it comes to comics. No way can I go through that again. He's the promoter, so not technically a comic. Instant chemistry and we really got along. Now, here's where I get into the race thing. He's black. I gave him my number and he called the next day. In fact, it's like this with every black guy I date. There's no fear of that first contact. He called me twice yesterday. I still haven't heard from John and he's had my number for three weeks. Whatever!
Anyway, the brothas love me.
