Weird sex...

I guess there is a fine line between gay and metro-sexual. Very fine...

Wildflower called me up the other day to report news on the Weird front. After the party, she had decided to back off and just be friends with Weird but had agreed to go to Montana (I think) with him. Maybe it was Wyoming...

Wherever it was, apparently it did the trick. They slept together... and not just in the same bed.

This is kind of a big deal in a couple respects... 1. We thought he was gay. Turns out he just has excellent taste in footwear. 2. He was a virgin. But Wildflower is happy to report that once Weird got into it... he really got into it. She says it was some of the best she's ever had.

Apparently she is getting the best of both worlds. Not only does she have someone who is a good lover, but she has someone who she can consult when in need of a wardrobe second opinion.

Overall, I am ecstatic for her. I want nothing but the best and happiest moments for her. However, I am still a tad concerned about his religious beliefs... But it sounds like he is willing to compromise on that front (to some degree) and that is a good thing. It can't just be one side compromising all the time or it will never work.

So, best of luck to Wildflower and Weird... (huh, does this mean I need to find a new name for him now?)

The good, the bad and the gay...

OK... time for updates.

The Good: Wulfe and I are doing very well. We have had some great weekends together (both here at the coast and in Washington, picture to come) doing all kinds of stuff... but mostly eating at great places and seeing some great movies (Alice in Wonderland rocked... oh and the trailer for Tron: The Legacy was so cool). I have converted Wulfe to a sushi eating machine. YAY!! This is a first for me... a man who will eat what I like to eat. Can the world be any better than that?

The only downside is that I need to combat the calories that are quickly piling on. Wulfe has already started the P90X work-outs. They are kicking his butt. If he can get up off the floor after a workout and pick up the remote it is a good day. But he's sticking with it and I am very proud of him. I will be starting on this torture next week. Wish me luck...

The Bad: Farmer has decided that he could use some help with the online dating thing. He is letting me rewrite his profile, which is a step in the right direction considering that his description was about 3 sentences long. The bad? He won't let me update his picture... and it needs it, badly. I have threatened to have people hold him down so I can get a decent photo. He is not scared. I'm going to need to recruit help for this one... after all, I am no longer silly enough to think that I can take him by myself. But once I explain my plans to a few people I'm sure I'll get all the help I need. Plus, he's just being stubborn about it. After all, I know best... right?

The Gay: So, Weird (see previous post) decided that he needed to backtrack a bit from the animal-blocking-energy thing and Wildflower decided to give him another chance. So they went to Wildflower's friends birthday party. Wildflower's friend is gay and so there was a major gay constituent there. Well, Wildflower went to talk to some friends of hers and Weird was off talking to some other people there. All of sudden, Wildflower's friend comes up to her and pulls her aside and asks her if she is aware that Weird is gay. What? Holy crap, she thinks. Can this be true?

So she sends in another friend to ask Weird what he thinks of shoes and outfits and they proceed to have a 20 minute discussion on the benefits of making an outfit pop with the correct footwear. Oh yeah... he's gay. Which would actually explain quite a bit. After all, he is 29 (?) and still a virgin. Pretty hard to do in this day and age... and they have been dating for over 4 months and he has yet to make a move other than cuddling... which we all know every gay guy loves to do.

So, I guess they will just be friends. Honestly, considering his views on a few things it's probably for the best. But now she wants me to rewrite her profile for her too... I honestly don't know why. I did not have very good luck... but maybe for them it will be different. Who knows?

No wonder my Chi is stuffy...

So, my friend Wildflower has been dating this guy (we'll just call him Weird) for the past few months. Weird is pretty into his religion, which I think is Christian based (but that's still up for interpretation) and is very close with his family. Neither of those things, by themselves (and in moderation) is a bad thing.

The problem? There was no moderation... at all. Basically, Weird was making it clear to Wildflower that if she wanted to continue on with this "relationship" that she was going to have to fall in line, so to speak.

Now, as you know, I am all for compromise. When two people come together, there is going to have to be some give and take on both sides. Weird, however, was under the impression that a relationship is the same as a dictatorship. She was going to be the one to compromise to his standards... or it was going to be a no go, basically. And for a while she was willing to see what that would entail.

However, the breaking point came for her when Weird announced that he was against having animals in the house. Why? (trying not to laugh) Because animals block our energy from getting to heaven... (bursts out laughing).

This might explain my chronic sinus infections... after all, if my energy can't get to heaven (and I'm not saying that is where my energy is heading, necessarily) that just means it's hanging around the house getting all over the place... kinda like dust... and dog hair... oh, and my laundry.

Wisely, Wildflower told Weird to stick it where... well, you get the idea. She broke it off. Her opinion is the same as mine... animals aren't what is preventing your energy from getting to heaven, there buck-o. I think his problems run waaaay deeper than that.

Just sayin'...

Farmer and the Dell (computer)...

Or maybe it's a Toshiba? I forget. Anywho... 

So Farmer has decided to foray out into the wacky world of internet dating. Fundamentally, I think this is a good thing. He is an incredibly intelligent and caring person who deserves to have someone special in his life... despite the lack of sense when choosing to sport his particular headgear (he has this hat that is literally 3 times the size that he is). But I digress...

Practically, I'm not sure how much quality he is going to find in the internet dating pool. My experience (if you remember from some of the classic early dating blogs) was that there is a reason they weren't using conventional dating methods. However, Farmer is anything but conventional, so it may work...

Although yesterday he told me that a girl had sent him a short "Hi. How are you?" message to which he responded "Good. How are you?". Her response? "I'm looking for a good guy to care of me". Holy crap... really? Don't you think you should at least get past the "Hi, my name is... " stage before you throw out there that you're expecting someone to do all the work and raise your 5 kids from 5 different dads? But maybe that's just me...

Wisely, Farmer opted not to reply.

So, after all that, you may ask why Farmer is opting to use this form of communication rather that more standard means. I think there are 2 reasons (although if I am wrong, I'm sure I will be hearing about it quite soon).... 1. Time. He is a farmer (this might be shocking to some of you people). And because Farmer is a farmer, his work is his life. Period. He has a tough job ahead of him, finding someone that wants to be a part of all that nuttiness. 2. Location. Again, he is a farmer. Which means he lives out in BFS surrounded by (yup, you guessed it) other farmers. And unless those farmers have good-looking, single and age-appropriate daughters, he's basically SOL.

So under those circumstances I don't think giving internet dating a try is such a bad idea. I'm just hoping that he has better luck than I did...

Is it friday yet?

Things between Wulfe and I have been going along pretty smoothly... and I am feeling pretty good about the direction we are headed.

Last weekend, after spending the previous two weekends together, we decided to take a weekend off and catch up on sleep and do various activities that we both enjoy. I, of course, took Flash down to the beach (see previous post) and Wulfe was able to get out on his motorcycle both Saturday and Sunday. It was a good weekend for us both, but we were both missing each other... a lot!!

I am very much looking forward to seeing him again this weekend. Skype makes things easier... I can see him almost every night. But it's not the same... I can't reach out and feel him. But, we knew the limitations of a long-distance relationship going in... and what must be endured, can be endured.

Another great thing about Friday, my sister and her hbf are home after their 6 month stint in SE Asia. Holy crap that went by fast. Seems like I was just blogging about them leaving. The better news is that my sis has an interview with a company in Berkley, which is waaaaaaaaaay closer than San Diego. My fingers are crossed. Maybe then I will see her a little more often, and that would be a great thing.

So, tomorrow just can't get here soon enough...

Dreams really do come true. Sort of...

I have always dreamed of riding my horse on the beach since I was very little. Today I was able to live out that dream...

In my fantasy, I ride my beautiful black stallion bareback down the beach and into the knee-deep surf where we then effortlessly gallop in the water.... his mane and tail streaming out... my waist length hair looking like something out of a shampoo commercial, not being affected by the salt or wind...

The reality actually went something like this:

I go up to the pasture to catch my nondescript, orange arabian gelding named mud-ball... I mean Flash. I proceed to chase him around the pasture for 20 minutes because the sun is out and he's feeling good. I eventually get him loaded and we pull up to the parking lot by the beach. I unload him and begin to try to brush him. Because it's a warm day and coming on spring, he is shedding so much hair I begin to wonder if I will have a second horse to take home... there is hair everywhere.

After brushing him down and saddling him up we proceed through the narrow little roads and try to find a beach access point that doesn't look like it will eat him alive. At the first one we try, we walk up this little hill and then *poof* the ocean is magically before us. Flash takes one look at this and immediately tries to head back to the trailer... quickly.

After calming him down (somewhat) and actually getting him onto the beach we proceed to start walking down it. Instead of a graceful gallop in the surf, I have to settle for a very disjointed trot about 20 feet out from the water where every few steps we come to a screeching halt because every white seashell must be snorted at and investigated. Not only that, but the varying colors of the sand seem to give him fits as well.... *sigh* He is not taking to the ocean quite how I imagined.

Ah well... after an hour or so, he decides that even though the ocean is noisy and moves around a lot he isn't in imminent danger and we are able to enjoy ourselves for a little bit... until the next seashell comes into view.

Round 2...

Wulfe and I have decided to give it another go.

I can hear the gasps, sighs and gnashing of teeth from here so before you do yourself an injury, let me explain...

When Wulfe called it off I was totally taken by surprise. I knew we were in a not good spot, but I also thought that was a very extreme measure given the kind of roadblock we were at. Plus the reason he gave for the breakup was one that I was unwilling to compromise on. Without getting into details, he wanted the option of going to a place I am unwilling and unable to go. He didn't like the ultimatum and decided it was too rigid for him...

After some serious soul searching he realized what he had and knew that having access to that one possible option was not enough to throw away everything else we have together. On so many levels we are a good match.

There are a couple of other things that the small break-up did for us. 1. He has let go of the fear and really opened himself up to me. 2. I have let the need to control everything go.

Those are major steps in the right direction for us both.

I still have a small reservation about him bailing at the first sign of trouble again... but it is a small fear at this point. Plus, only time will tell so no need to get all worried about it either. Another disagreement will arise and we will see how it goes.

I think the key is open communication... we just need to let the other one know where we are at.