Last weekend, a person named Greg, whom I don’t know, left the following comment on Oliver’s (extremely drawn out/just have the damn contest already) hottest bloggers contest. I can only assume in response to my I Cried at IBM post …
[I vote] Juan at Boozhy. And I guess he's not that upset about getting stood up, I saw him kissing a big blonde bearded guy at a bar in Denver last night.
Thanks to Mystery Greg , who totally outed me as a gay on Oliver’s blog (I hope my mom isn’t reading). And since the cat is out of the bag, and a number of you have asked, I’ll post about my weekend. Mystery Greg (MG) is correct, I did make out with a guy this weekend, a number of times and in a number of very public places, which I typically wouldn't do, but hey, it wasn't MY city AND he tasted really good and well, he was hot and I liked him.
As it happens, the big blonde bearded guy (I’ll give MG credit, it’s a pretty apt description) is a Boozhy reader. He lives in Denver. And I really enjoyed hanging out with him. That said, he has no plans to come to NYC and I don’t really have any plans to head back to Denver. But, he definitely gets big ups for being a great guy and we send a couple of e-mails a day back and forth, so I'm not worried about losing touch. I WILL say that the man that snatches him up is going to be a lucky one... E___ didn’t want me to post a photo of him, but I’m sure he can be convinced if y’all leave nice comments askin’ to see his handsome mug. I will also say a picture of him would greatly improve the aesthetics of this blog as he’s easy on the eyes.
OK, so onto the reason for the weekend… The wedding was great. The bride (she was my first love) was stunningly beautiful. The booze, friends, great hotel rooms, food and the stunning natural beauty of the Rocky Mountain Highs made for an amazing weekend. I did miss K____ as I was looking forward to spending a little time with him, but it turns out he IS sick. My insecurities were unwarranted, and I feel a bit foolish. But, I be who I be. And embarrassment aside at the end of the day, the man that I am: a somewhat together, at times insecure, “wear my heart on my sleeve” guy, is ok by me.
I’m going to check on K____ this evening, bring him some soup and maybe things will pick up where they left off... I’m not sure where that is, exactly. But, it’s all about the journey, right?