Sunday, December 31, 2000

The World is Small.

Friday night I went to the Cuff, and nothing much happened. I ran into Scott, who gave me an invitation to a holiday party that he and Randy were throwing on Saturday. I was in bed by 2:00am

Saturday, Mom called me at 8:00am. I was still fast a sleep. She wanted to talk about our trip to Zimbabwe in February. I mumbled to here for a while, and then she figured out that I wasn't fully awake. After we hung up, I got up, ran some errands and worked a bit (I am so far behind on the replication control conversion). In the evening, I ate at the Bento Box, and then went Randy and Scott’s. This is where things become interesting.

Scott and Randy live in a nice house on Beacon Hill. Randy’s parents own the house. Randy, Scott and two other guys are living in, and remodling the house. They are doing a great job. There are building water fountains and little gardens all over the place.

The political structure of the household is kind of weird. One of the two other roommates is Randy’s ex, Michael. Mike actually lives in an Airstream Bambi Trailer next to the house. Randy said Mike does it because he wants a cat, and Randy is allergic to cats. Oddly enough there was a cat in the main house. Mike also lives in the trailer because he likes the privacy.

Most of the guys at the party were the regular mature-gay house party set. Mark “Mom” Findly, the drag queen was there. She loved me, because I made her (him?) look small.

Later on in the evening, this guy, Sean showed up. Sean is an attractive beefcake kind of guy. I found it hard to read him. At first, he didn’t really pay attention to me. But, when I started talking to him, he was more than friendly. While Sean and I were talking, all of a sudden Sean shouted “Your Barry!” It turns out that Sean was the friend that Cort was supposed to sleep over at on Christmas Eve. I said that Cort slept in my spare bedroom, and Sean replied that he knew. We had an interesting conversation about Cort. It turns out that Cort, Sean and Sean’s ex were trying to be friends. I think that Sean did have a bit of a crush on Cort, but things were getting awkward. First off Cort lives in Portland. Second, Sean caught Cort and Sean’s ex messing around behind Sean’s back.

So, Sean, a friend of Sean and I, talked and drank the night away. Sean’s friend was a good, interesting man. He was in his late 40’s. He built expensive Christmas displays for a living.

I found it hard to read Sean. He didn’t really touch me, but he was more than happy for me to touch him. It wasn’t until I was about to leave, that he grabbed me and said, “You’re not going to leave already are you?”

At the end of the evening, Sean and I necked a bit, and then we each went to our own homes. Sean has my number. I hope he’ll call.

It’s Sunday morning now. I just got off the phone with Gord and Jen. Their baby Jacob is doing ok. It was Jacob’s first Christmas, so now they have dozens of little toys. Jacob’s favourite toy was a compost pail that Gord’s mom got for Christmas.

Friday, December 29, 2000

I'm at work right now. I'm on vacation, and I'm at work. It says a lot about my life doesn't it. If I take the time off, then I'll probably get into trouble. I'll cruise around for sex. I'm board by that, and want something better.

I've worked out every morning this week, and I'm going to keep on doing it. My new years resolution it to start each morning off by working out for an hour. How long do you think this one will last? I've got a small gym in my garage, so it's easy for me to do. If I can force my self to get up by 8:00am, then I can still make it to work for 9:30am.

The big problem is waking up at 8:00am. I love sleep. I feel crappy if I don't get my 8.5 hours. Plus, the mornings in Seattle are very dark; it's easy to roll over and sleep a bit more.I'll have to start going to bed at 11:00pm. That's harder than it sounds. Last night I went to bed at 11:30, but ever few minutes, I would think of a new trick I wanted to try with my digital camera, then I'd get up and try it out. I've figured out how to take fairly good flashless pictures in ordinary light. The secret is to underexpose the picture, this increases the shutter speed, so that the picture is less blurry. Then, when I download the picture to my computer, I use Adobe to brighten it up. It's not too bad, although the pictures can look a bit grainy.

Back to my workout. I'll have to go to bed at 11:00pm, and not stay up late, playing around.

I have to work hockey into the schedule as well. I play hockey once a week at 9:30pm. So, by the time the game is over, and I'm home, it's easily midnight. I think I can skip the work out the next morning, but, I should make it up on the weekend.

If you are reading this, and you have suggestions on how to stick with a work-out schedule, please email me. redrook@yahoo.com

Thursday, December 28, 2000

I'm on vacation, but I've been working a bit. It's very relaxing. I'm sleeping well too. I go to bed at midnight, and I sleep straight through for eight and a half hours. I've been working out a bit in the morning. Then, in the afternoon, I go to work for a couple of hours. In the evening I play around. Tonight, I had dinner with Ryan and Jen at The Thai Restaurant. in Duval. It was fun. The restaurant was fairly good, especially considering it's in Duval. It was authentic Thai.

Jen is starting a new job in Bellevue. She's working as a Travel agent again. She is working for the company that owns Value Village. She used to work as a Web Dev in downtown Seattle. Her new job probably knocks 30 minutes off of her commute each way. Ryan is looking for a bit of C contracting work. The funding hasn't come through for his start up, so he's looking for a bit of cash on the side. I don't think they are in financial trouble. I wish both of them luck.


Wednesday, December 27, 2000

Open relationships.

I think there are two ways of looking at this.

The good… eventually your sexual interest in someone wanes. An open relationship allows you to release your sexual urges without endangering the relationship. You and your partner can make a sane decision to see other guys. This way you have a great sex life, as well as a life partner.

The bad… If sex is only good when you are with someone new, then you aren’t good in bed. The thrill of new conquest makes up for your lack of competence. Open relationships are used to hide the fact that the relationship is over, yet you don't to be alone.

I know of several gay couples long-term monogamous relationships. They rarely go to the bars. I’ve never heard them talk about their sex lives.

I also know of several more gay couples in open-relationships. Sex is a very important part of their life. Some of these relationships seem to be going ok. Others ended; the open relationship was just one last attempt to make things work in some form.

Is it a function of libido? Some guys need to jerk off one or two times a day; others are fine with once a week. Is the once-a-week crowd the ones who end up in healthy closed relationship?

Where does that leave me? I jerk off once a day. Sometimes more.
Whine.

What do I want? What makes me happy? These are very simple questions, but are very hard to answer. Do I want to be rich? Do I want a solid relationship? Do I just want to whine? “Barry isn’t truly happy. He’s attractive, successful, but he’s unhappy because he can’t meet a guy with a perfect personality, and a fantasy sex drive. Oh Boohoo.”

Some background. I’m an attractive, masculine gay male. I’m fairly successful. A few years ago, Microsoft bought out the company I worked for. I now have a 6-figure salary, and own my own town house. I’m not really rich-- I don’t own a boat, or a second house. On the flip side, I don’t live paycheck to paycheck. I save lots, and there is always plenty of money left over for fun stuff.

My career is good. It doesn’t make me happy. It pays well. It will get me a green card. The Green Card is the big reason I still work at Microsoft. After that I quit. Money can’t buy me happiness, but the green card will give me options.

I want to have a good relationship. Or at least I think I do. It’s been years since I’ve felt something more than minor infatuation for anyone. I wonder if I’m capable of those feelings at all. But then, I often feel negative emotions for guys; jealousy, disappointment. Surly if the negative emotions exist, then the positive must as well. How do I prove that?

A friend once said that what I feel for a man comes from within me, and not from the man. But how do I find those buttons and make them more accessible to others? I’ve met a good man, Harry, who really wants to date me. I don’t feel anything for him. He is a bit goofy. His laugh annoys me. The sex is ok, however he has the habit of making me ejaculate, without orgasm. Is that enough to stop seeing a guy? It’s superficial, yet it’s important. I can’t honestly keep dating someone if I only feel ‘like’ and ‘nice’ for him.

I’m beginning to wonder about open relationships, and single guys that just tramp around forever. I don’t want one, I don’t want to be one, but they’ve become so common. Maybe I’ve been watching too much “Sex In the City”, “Queer as Folk” and “Ally Mc Beal” for my own good.

On the other hand, I’m running into them very often in my social life. I just met Chris. He really gets around. He has many friends, and if you ask him where he met the friend, about half the time he’ll giggle and say “At a bath house.”

Maybe it’s just that guys in normal relationships don’t hang out at the bars.

I’ve also started cruising chat rooms. I don’t really know what I’m looking for. I’m kind of afraid that someone I know will see me and find out that I’m a bottom. As a result, I neuter my public-profile. I’m just a generic 30yo guy.

Why do I not want guys to know I’m a bottom? Maybe if I asked Harry to fuck me, he would have.

I’ve been thinking about taking out a personal ad. It’s hard to sum up yourself. I’ve got a digital camera now, so I can include a good photo. Once again, my phobia, of letting my friends know I’m a bottom, gets into the way.

What do I want? What makes me happy?

The Internet is great. I can whine to the world, but no one will here.

Oh yeah. Journal update. I still don’t have DSL.

Monday, December 25, 2000

Ok. This entry has lots of little interesting gossipy things, all adding up to nothing.

I’ve gone snowboarding with Bruce and Chris a couple of times. We’ve done the bunny hill. Next time we are going to do the real hill.

Bruce, Chris and I got together last Tuesday to for drinks at Manray, and to watch Queer as Folk. There, Bruce introduced me to another Chris. He was kind of cute, and a nice. guy. Chris brought along his friend Norm. Norm is kind of out there. He meets lots of guys, probably on line. After queer as folk, Bruce and Chris left. The other Chris, Norm and I had a drink at R Place. Norm told me that he had been making his own porn, and that he had his own sling room. Well. At the end of the drink, Chris and I talked Norm into bringing us back to his place. We watched the porn and kind of laughed at it. It needs some editing. Then we went down, and looked at Norms sling room. Had another laugh.

Chris and I left Norms, and then went to the Cuff for a drink. We necked a bit. It was getting late, so we agreed to meet at Siam on Friday. Bruce and Chris usually have Supper Fridays at Siam.

Friday, Chris and his friend Terry, showed up at Siam. We had dinner. Terry was a bit obnoxious. Bruce and Chris didn’t show. They had another Christmas party to go to.

Afterwards, Chris and I went back to my place. Chris spent the night. The next day Chris and I talked a bit. Chris mentioned that he met Terry at Club Z. It was at this point that I started to clue in the Chris gets around a lot.

Saturday night I went out, and ran into Harry. When I first ran into Harry, he was getting into his truck with Deacon. I thought that Deacon and Harry were getting back together. That was wrong. Harry was just giving Deacon a Christmas present. I also ran into Terry. I thought he was single since I’ve run into him 2 or 3 times on weekends, without his boyfriend. I gave him my number, and apologized again. He said he was still seeing that guy. So, I asked for my number back, but he refused.

I left early Saturday night. Bruce and Chris and I went snowboarding the next morning. We also decided to have a Christmas dinner at my place on Monday. The dinner was supposed to be a Chris’s, but too many people were showing up, and Chris wasn’t sure how to do the Turkey.

Sunday night, I went out, and ran into Harry again. He brought his sister out just to show here the bars. I also ran into Cort from Portland. Cort was supposed to meet up with a friend, but the friend didn’t show up. I offered Cort my spare bedroom, he accepted. Cort and I didn’t have sex. He just slept in my spare bedroom. The next morning, we talked a while. Cort said he was single, but my guess was that the guy he was supposed to meet up with was a sort of boyfriend. So, sleeping over at my place might have complicated things.

Christmas day I cooked dinner. I did the Turkey on the BBQ. Bruce, Chris, Bruce and Chris’s friend Brian showed up. Brian mentioned that Chris got around a lot. Oh well.

I bought a digital camera. It takes pictures that make anyone look ugly.

I still don't have DSL.

Monday, December 18, 2000

Three months ago I signed up for DSL through MSN. Two months ago the noticed on my DSL setup status page still said "You will be contacted shortly" I called the DSL support center; the customer service rep said that he would escalate my setup to his supervisor. Today, one month later, I still have not heard back from them.

From what I can see, high speed bandwidth is suffering from big business model problems. The technology is there, and it works, however the Telco's and cable companies are having mega problems rolling it out to their customers. I wonder if DSL will suffer the same fate as ISDN?

Friday night I saw "Queer as Folk." It's very mediocre. It's like soft core gay porn with heckling. The acting wasn't good. The story was soft. Afterwards I saw "Sex in the City." Very different. "Sex in the City" is a witty and intelligent sex comedy. It only emphasized how poorly done "Queer as Folk" is.

Last Saturday I went now boarding with Bruce and Chris. Bruce is a snowboard instructor. Chris and I have never boarded before. Bruce gave us very functional lessons, how to fall, how to turn and stop, how to get off the chair lift. I was getting better by the end of the day. but I still fell a lot. I'm going boarding again next weekend.

Saturday Evening I saw Terry at the Cuff. I talked to him for a while, but he acted very distant. Maybe he's not as interested as I thought he was. Oh well. I also ran into Harry. He's got some twinks chasing him, which he finds annoying. He's attracted to beefy guys with beards and moustaches, not 22 year old, hairless boys.

Sunday I went to play hockey at the Ice Palace, but the compressor broke down, and the top layer of the ice had melted. Our team hung around for about and hour, and then left.

The rest of my time I worked. Because I goofed off so much during the week, I'm way behind and some projects. There was a re-org. I've got a new manager. Neil and I will both report to Becky. Which is weird. Neil didn't really get demoted, yet he's no longer my lead.

Monday, December 11, 2000

I hate my job again. It's so dull. I keep reminding myself why I do it. 1: the money. 2: the Green Card. I know money isn't everything, but I can't dismiss the Green Card so easily. If I quit now, I'll have to pack my bags and head back to Canada. Not that Canada is a bad place to live. It's just that there are more opportinutes here. In a few years, maybe I can get a job and move to a city with better weather. No Canadian city has great year around weather.

My green card is supposed to be available in under a year. Since it's a company sponsered green card, I can't quit for one more year after that.

About 6 months ago, I was driving home one night, and I started shouting "I hate my job! I hate my job!" It felt good to admit it. Why do I hate my job? It's borning. I'm a highly paid Computer System Analyst, yet I'll I've done for the past 7 years is directory sync. If I have to write one more directory processing routine, I think I'm going die of boredom.

Plus right now I have to work overtime. Last week I spent a lot of time doing porno chat at work. (I wonder what will happen if I get caught?) now I'm behind. The project I'm currently working on is taking longer than it should have, largely because of my goofing off. So, no I feel guilty and am working late to finish it.

Ryan and I are having lunch tomorrow. Ryan just quit his job, and is starting up a company with some friends of his. They don't have financing yet, so things are kind of dicy.

Sunday, December 10, 2000

Brian and I went to Vancouver for the weekend. It is Brian’s last weekend off before he goes to prison. About 6 years ago, Brian got a second DWI. He fought it tooth and nail, and ended up pissing the judge off. The net result was 4 months (with good behavior) on work release. So, this was his fare well weekend. In a way I’m kind of looking forward to it. Four months for him to get over me.

He gets Christmas Day off, and really wants to spend it with me. I think I’ll tell him I’m spending it in Toronto.

We drove up Saturday morning and checked into the holiday in hotel. In the afternoon we went to Grandville Island.

Saturday Night we met up with my friend Barry from Toronto. He’s doing well. He has a dog right now, and seams to be in love with it.

The Vancouver bar seen is very quiet. Considering the size of the City, there aren’t a lot of interesting bars. Also, it’s a very twink crowd—not a lot of ordinary guys.

Sunday morning I was really hung over. I puked twice. We had lunch at Hamburger Mary’s Hiked around Stanley Park, and then left.

At the boarder I was stopped and asked to check in. I expected this because I’m changing status from H1-B to Permanent resident. But, Brian had some pot on him. So when the guard asked us to pull over, Brian was real scared. Nothing weird happened. They checked our ID. Put a new form on my work Visa, and let me go.

As we left, I had to pull over and by Brian a 6pack of beer. He was still unnerved by the whole thing.

Friday, December 08, 2000

Sunday Terry talked to me! And he patted me on the ass too! Sunday I went out for a drink at the Cuff. He was there, but without his boyfriend. We talked for a while. I asked him if he was still dating; he winced, and said yes. We talked a while longer, and then he patted me on the butt and then left.

Last Friday I went out drank with Harry. Friday night, he was wearing slutty jeans, and a guy pulled on the leg, and really ripped them open.

Now, Harry and I have a disagreement. here. He says we were drinking on Friday and that his jeans got ripped on Friday. And then on Saturday we went out again, we closed the Cuff, and he and two other guys (Kurt and Chris) went to Neighbors. I say that both events happened on Friday. Not sure here. They days are blurring together. Every night at the Cuff is the same.

My cyber porn habit is back. I hate it. I spend hours on line telling guys dirty stories. Bah.
Afterwards I feel so dumb. It’s such a waste of time.

Going to Vancouver this weekend with Brian. It’s his last free weekend before he goes to jail. We are meeting my friend Barry from Toronto in Vancouver.

Ryan has quit his job and is starting his own company. I wish him luck.

Small world.

Tuesday, November 28, 2000

Friday, Saturday and Sunday got interesting.

Friday night I went to the Cuff, and ran into Harry we talked a while. It was good to see him again. I left at about midnight and went to the Eagle. Dave and I were supposed to talk there, about getting together on Saturday. Well, Dave wasn't there. I guess it's over with Dave. I'm not interested in persuing anything.

Instead, I met Tim. Tim is Harry's friend. He owns a ranch out in Spokane, he's also a bit of an author Tim was a nice guy. We were impulsive and decided to go to Levenworth together the next day. It was an interesting trip, and I learnt alot about Harry in the process.

Some juicy details...

I think Harry had a big crush on Tim. Tim mentioned that he conviced Harry to buy an F-350, just like Tim drives. Also, When I first met Harry, he had a small saddle hanging from his mirror. Well, so does Tim.

I also heard more about Harry's restraining order story. One time, months ago, Harry and Brian had a messy breakup. Brian developed a real hate-on against Harry. One night, Tim and Harry pulled into the Federal Way rest area and Tim went for a pee. They were just about to leave we a couple of cop cars pull up. The officers ID Tim and Harry, and then serve Harry with a restraining order. Brian had told the cops that Harry was stalking and threatening him. Brian was at the rest area, and called the cops when he saw Harry's truck. The restraining order prevented Harry from going to some of the popular bars and, from going to the Federal Way rest area!

A few days later Harry and Brian appear before a judge to clear up the restraining order. Tim went along as a character reference. During the hearing, Harry and Brian started to negiotiate over the locacations Harry could and could not go. Now here is the pathetic part-- Harry really wanted access to the Federal Way rest area, and tried to negotiate with Brian that Harry would be allowed to park in one part of the rest area, and Brian the other. This confused the judge-- he couldn't understand what was so important about a highway rest area. Tim said he was shaking his head at that part; negotiating access to cruisy public areas really doesn't help that straight community become comfortable with gays.

Quick ending; when the judge dug further, he determined that Harry was not stalking or threating Brian. The restraining order was thrown out.

Back to me...

Tim ended up spending Saturday night at my place. Maybe we'll get together again. Maybe not. Tim said he was going through a lot right now, and couldn't make any commitments.

Sunday I went with Brian (A different Brian than Harry's Brian) to EMP. It was fun, expensive but fun. I'm trying to figure out how to keep Brian away from me. Telling him to stay away doesn't work. Now I'm trying to slowly push more and more time between visits. He's going through a lot of stress right now. So that might not work. I kind of bad about this. He feals happy when he's with me.

Friday, November 24, 2000

Not much has happened over the past week. Work, sleep and eat. Work, sleep and eat. Yesterday, Thanksgiving, I had dinner at Tom and Joy’s. They had about 20 people over. I was so stuffed that I was in pain.

Tonight I’m having another Thanksgiving dinner at Eddie’s (and his wife, I forget her name)

Brian is really pressuring me to spend time with him. I don’t want to. It’s over between us. Yet, he’s happy when we are together. I feel guilty. I want him to get over me. I tell him that it’s over, I try to stay away from him, but if I don’t return his calls, or if I keep telling him to stay away, he shows up at my place un-announced.

Wednesday, November 15, 2000

I sort of had a date on Tuesday. I had the day off because we were moving offices. Monday night I went out and had a drink at the Eagle. One of the bartenders there, David, has been working on me for years (Wow, have I been in Seattle for 3 years already?) So, I finally agreed to go out with him. We decided to go to the Scenic Hot springs. From the highway to the hot springs, it's a 45-minute hike up a steep hill. It's already snowing around springs, so the hike up was slippery. When we got there, we lucked out and got the hot springs all to ourselves. It was fun messing around in the hot springs, watching the sunset and the stars coming out.

But then we had to hike down. Remember how I said it was a 45-minute slippery walk up? When we left, it was dark, and just as slippery. We both fell a lot. I've got an inch long gash on my left arm from hitting a rock one time when I fell. Dave's hands have numerous small cuts from some of his falls, and his left elbow is bruised pretty badly.

For the most part I had fun.

Other than that, Tuesday I had lunch with Ryan. We went to Tokyo Oh! Teriyaki. Ryan and I have decided to write an essay about the Teriyaki shops in Redmond. There are dozens of them; they are all, almost exactly the same. About the only difference is how diarrheic the Teriyaki makes you. It’s so Redmond—full of ethnic imports that are just homogeneous and bland. Look for the essay real soon now.

Monday, November 13, 2000

Admitting that you’ve fucked up is liberating. Yes, part of you doesn’t want to do it because, well, you’ve fucked up. It’s easier to believe a lie, than to admit you are wrong. But when you actually do it, you’ve got proof that at least part of your soul is honest, and wants to improve.

I saw Terry again at the Cuff. He’s still dating that guy. They seam to be happy. I’d like to date Terry, and I regret what happened between us. When I look at his boy friend, I’m not jealous; I’m reminded of my selfishness.

Brian is stalking me. I ran into him at the Cuff on Friday. He said he wanted to sleep with me, but I told him no. We ended up fighting over it outside of the Cuff. I walked away and told him to stay away. He shouted at me to come back and fishing talking to him. He also said he was going to go to my house. I shouted at him to go back to the Cuff, and have fun with his friends.

When I drove home, I didn’t park in my driveway. I parked around the corner. Sure enough, 15 minutes later, Brian drove up to my house. He called me too, but I didn’t pick up. After a few minutes he left.

Saturday night, I stayed home. At 4:00am I someone called. I didn’t pick up. A few minutes later someone started knocking at the door. I looked out the window. It was Brian. I went down and opened the door. He told me that he locked the keys in his truck. He was really drunk, he couldn’t stand without wobbling.

So I let him in, and we slept together. He was hung over the next day. In the morning we called AAA to open his truck. It took 2 hours for the locksmith to get here.

After he got his keys back, Brian apologized and left. He asked me I wanted to have dinner that night. I said no because I had hockey. He tried to arrange something during the week. I was very non-committal. I should have said no, but I didn’t want to get into another fight with him. Later on that day, he called and apologized again.

Sunday night I went to the Cuff. This is when I saw Terry and his BF. Dwayne is back from Nebraska. So I talked to him for a while. Terry and I exchanged glances, but it may just be that he’s looking at me because I look at him. Brian was there too When I left, he followed me out and apologized again. I wish Brain would get over me.

At 10:30pm I played hockey. My new team is pretty weak, but improving. We lost 5-3. I think I’m playing the best I’ve ever played. Not that I’m a great player. I’m thinking more, and I can finally do emergency sprints. I still have to work on carrying the puck.

The Team is fun. Even though all but 4 of us are new, we have a lot of good guys and girls. We decided that our team is for people who are gay, gay friendly or straight women who want to pick up men.


Wednesday, November 08, 2000

Let’s see what happened. Started dating Harry again. Not much happened there. We got together a few times, but nothing major

Went to a Hallow'een party at Bill and Trerri's? (Friends of Ryan and Jen) had fun, stayed out late.

Thursday I had lunch with Ryan.

Went to L.A. to visit Andy over the Nov 2nd weekend. I had lots of fun. We ate at many good restaurants, drank too much. I got laid twice! I’ve got to watch myself. Friday night we ate at some Mexican Restaurant. (Millies?) When we left, a guy chased me out of the bar, and gave me his number. Later, Andy took me to the Fault Line. Andy let on that he wasn’t sure the Fault Line was my kind of bar. When I got there, it was. He smiled at me, and said he was just managing expectations. I met a nice guy there, Greg. Spent the night at Greg’s place. I invited Greg to Andy’s party on Saturday night, but he didn’t show up. I called him and invited him to dinner on Sunday, but no call back. Oh well.

Saturday night, at Andy’s party, I met Kevin. We had sex after every one left.

I was a pig. But I was happy. Andy mentioned that Seattle isn’t my kind of town. It’s been so long since I met a guy that I was attracted too, and who is attracted to me.

I bought Ryan, Jen and Jason gifts from L.A. From the Hustler store, I got Ryan&Jen some erotic dice. From the Pleasure Chest, I got Jason some anti-mastrabation patches.

Tuesday Andy and I ended again. He’s still kind of confused about the whole thing, and I tried to explain it to him, (without telling him about Greg and Kevin) but that didn’t really clear things up. What else can I say? I’m an emotional idiot.

Tuesday night, election; w still don’t know who won. Florida is being recounted, because the results showed that Gore only trailed bush by 1200 votes.

Monday, October 23, 2000

New left turn in my life-- Harry and I are going to date again. I ran into him Saturday night at the Cuff. I didn’t recognize him at first. He’s cut his hair real short, and has grown a beard. He didn't mean to have his hair buzzed on the back-- there is a scar there shapped like a smile. When his hair dresswer was cleaning it, she accidentally buzzed it with a #1. To try and make lemons out of lemonade, he's shaved two eyes above the scar; now he has a happy face on the back of head.

Harry has vowed to never have short hair again and is wearing a cap all the time. He'll probably re-grow his pony tail.

We talked a while and I told him I wanted to try and work things out. He said he wanted the same. We spend the evening together, and hung around some of his friends. He’s got a new straight-but-I-see-guys friend; I guess he’s hanging out at the truck stops again.

We agreed to get together Sunday afternoon, but he didn’t show up. He called me later in the day and apologized. He said that he was so hung over from Saturday night that he couldn’t get out of bed. Right now, he’s going to come over to my place Tuesday after work. He said he has lots of questions.

Sunday night I went to R&J’s to watch Iron Chef; Tuna Battle. Later on we carved pumpkins for Halloween. You can buy pumpkin carving templates now. They didn’t have that when I was a kid. It makes things so much easier.

Next Friday on Iron Chef is a Pumpkin Battle. I’ll be at R&J’s for sure!

Got some email from Andy in L.A. I’m going down to visit him next weekend. He’s planning a real party weekend with stops at a lot of great spots. He really wants me to like L.A. Could be fun. From what I've seen you either love L.A. or you hate it.

Andy also said that he missed me. Weird. Andy and I have never said anything touchy feely to each other. That’s the great thing about our friend ship. We hang around each other because we want to, and not for emotional support or anything.

I think he might be remembering the reasons he left L.A. in the first place.

Saturday, October 21, 2000

I went to the dentist-- my regular 6-month checkup. Nothing exciting happened. She suggested that I get braces. She always does. My teeth are slightly crooked, but not completely out of whack. I’m almost tempted to get some, however once I knew a dentist as a friend. He told me to not bother with it. He said my mouth wasn’t ugly, and that straightening my teeth would just remove some of the character of my face.

My dentist is the world’s gentlest dentist. She does everything without pain. This is a big change from my last dentist who believed that you were not flossing thoroughly enough unless your gums were bleeding.

When I left I got a new toothbrush, and mint floss. Now, a new toothbrush is good, but I really like the mint floss. I think that mint floss is one of the few aspects of dentistry that I actually look forward to. Let me elaborate. At home, I have this mile long bale of plain floss that I’ve been using for years. (I think I bought it before 1994) Now, the little box of mint floss that my dentist gives me only lasts a couple of months. This means that after I visit the dentist, I get to floss with mint for a little while, yet not so often that I’m always flossing with mint. Eventually I ran out, and revert to the plain bail of floss. After a few months of flossing with plain floss, I look forward to the mint floss I know I’ll get after my next visit to the dentist.

What other aspects of dentistry are pleasant? Funky toothbrushes are good. So is that ultra clean feeling your teeth have after you leave the dentist, but that’s a bit like saying “It feels good when I stop banging my head.” Orange flavored tooth polish is also not without it’s charm. New toothpaste is ok. Especially if you change to a variety you haven’t used before, say Colgate tarter control to Crest with baking soda.

I haven’t flossed since my visit to the dentist. My mint floss sits unopened in my truck.

Last night I went out with Ryan and Jen from my hockey team. They invited a few friends along, and we went to the Eating Factory, and later to Rock Bottom Bar and Grill. It was fun. We told each other gross and demeaning stories, and talked a bit about work.

Ryan and Jen are having an Iron Chef party on Sunday. I’m invited.

Now, Harry and I, we are getting together on Sunday. For a while, I wanted to call him up, and visit him tonight. Then talking to Jen last night, I remember some of the reasons I stopped seeing Harry. I want to travel around and see the country. Maybe move to a different city. Harry is a native of Washington. He’s always lived here, and never really got around. He didn’t visit Portland until he was 31. He never went to downtown Seattle until he was 27. Can we work out some kind of life together? I want to right now. But I seem to be kind of bi-polar. Will I still want to in a week?

Wednesday, October 18, 2000

Things are quiet at work. We are going through our bug backlog. We don’t know what’s on the schedule next, so we are in kind of a make work mode. The specs for the next project haven’t been completed yet, and my division is big enough that every developer doesn’t need to be tightly involved with the high level specs.

I sometimes wonder about my abilities. I’ve been in this division, yet I’m still a lower peon dev. Mind you, there are lots of lower peon devs that have been around for longer than I have, but still, questions remain. Has my career stagnated? How would I tell? There are lots of smart people around me, and we all can’t get promotions.

I am considering moving to another division. I’d like to go off on my own, contracting or consulting, by I don’t have a green card, so I can’t quiet my job.

We have 8 people on my hockey team this year. I’m not expecting good things. I’m going to try my hardest, and use the ice time to improve my stick handing. But still, it would be good to have warm feelings going into the season.

I hate my emotions. In mid August, I broke up with Harry, because I wasn’t falling in love with him. Now, for some dumb reason, I miss him, and can’t stop thinking about him. I called him up once, and left him a message. He didn’t return my call. That’s probably a good thing. I want to call Andy up, and tell him what I feel, but I know what he’d say. He’d shake his head, insult me, and remind me that I have a habit of breaking up, and getting back together, and breaking up, and getting back together.

What is with me? What can’t relationships be simple? Why can’t I meet a guy, know that I’m falling in love with him, and go from there? I’ve fallen in love before. Why hasn’t it happened in a long time? Why does it happen after I end things with a guy, and stop speaking to him for a month or more? It could be absence makes the heart grow fonder. Or, it could be that I want what I haven’t got.

I have to remind my self of all the reasons why I stopped seeing Harry. He chews tobacco. I would be committing my self to a life in white trash rural Washington. The sex wasn’t that great. He couldn’t make his own decisions; I don’t want to see someone who wants me to be their personal manager

Would I miss Harry if Terry were single? I haven’t run across Terry for a few weeks. I wonder what he’s up to?
Work has been uneventful. We are going through our bug backlog. We don’t know what’s on the schedule next, so we are in kind of a make work mode. The specs for the next project haven’t been completed yet, and my division is big enough that every developer doesn’t need to be tightly involved with the high level specs.

I sometimes wonder about my abilities. I’ve been in this division, yet I’m still a lower peon dev. Mind you, there are lots of lower peon devs that have been around for longer than I have, but still, questions remain. Has my career stagnated? How would I tell? There are lots of smart people around me, and we all can’t get promotions.

I am considering moving to another division. I’d like to go off on my own, contracting or consulting, by I don’t have a green card, so I can’t quiet my job.

We have 8 people on my hockey team this year. I’m not expecting good things. I’m going to try my hardest, and use the ice time to improve my stick handing. But still, it would be good to have warm feelings going into the season.

I hate my emotions. In mid August, I broke up with Harry, because I wasn’t falling in love with him. Now, for some dumb reason, I miss him, and can’t stop thinking about him. I called him up once, and left him a message. He didn’t return my call. That’s probably a good thing. I want to call Andy up, and tell him what I feel, but I know what he’d say. He’d shake his head, insult me, and remind me that I have a habit of breaking up, and getting back together, and breaking up, and getting back together.

What is with me? What can’t relationships be simple? Why can’t I meet a guy, know that I’m falling in love with him, and go from there? I’ve fallen in love before. Why hasn’t it happened in a long time? Why does it happen after I end things with a guy, and stop speaking to him for a month or more? It could be absence makes the heart grow fonder. Or, it could be that I want what I haven’t got.

I have to remind my self of all the reasons why I stopped seeing Harry. He chews tobacco. I would be committing my self to a life in white trash rural Washington. The sex wasn’t that great. He couldn’t make his own decisions; I don’t want to see someone who wants me to be their personal manager

Would I miss Harry if Terry were single? I haven’t run across Terry for a few weeks. I wonder what he’s up to?

I feel so mature.

Sunday, October 15, 2000

I’ve had an uneventful couple of days. Friday I went out drinking and ran into Will. I run into him every Friday. We drank a lot, and toured the bars. Will’s going through a phase right now. He’s going through a divorce, and is under the impression that gay bars are a great place to meet guys.. He comes onto everyone (Including me) I think he sleeps around a lot. But the truth is, he may sleep around just as much as me, it’s just that I’m better at hiding it.

The big problem is that he dates a guy once or twice, and then starts to hate them. That’s the major reason why I don’t want to date Will-- too much trouble.

Saturday, I went to Portland; stayed at the Mark Spencer. Toured the Saturday Market, went drinking. I’ve only been to Portland 5 times in the 3 years that I’ve lived in Seattle. Yet, every time I go to Portland, there’s always an event, or a reason. Never just to relax. The first 3 times, it was to get away from Brian. Brian and I fought a lot; Portland was our patch up place. In fact the second time I went to Portland, we got into a big fight right there. He wanted to go steady. I wanted to take it easier. When he asked me if I loved him, and I said no, then it really set things off.

The fourth time I went to Portland, I was dating Harry. Andy and I went to Portland for a Softball Tournament. Friday night, I met Terry, a really nice guy from Seattle. I stayed with him Friday and Saturday Night, and we agreed to get together the next weekend. Before I went to Portland, I knew that I wasn’t interested in a steady relationship with Harry-- I was working up the courage to end it with him. When Andy and I talked things over, we decided that I had to end it with Harry the next Friday. But Friday rolled around, and I couldn’t do it. Harry and I went out to the Cuff. Guess who was there? Terry. Terry looked at Harry and I, and figured things out. I felt like a heal. I guess I wasn’t to friendly that night, because Harry mentioned that I was acting distant. I was. I felt bad.

A couple of days later, I called up Terry, and apologized to his answering machine. He called my machine back, and said that what I did was fairly typical in the gay community, but it was atypical for a guy to call and apologize, and that he respected me for doing so.

When I told Andy about running into Terry with Harry, Andy slapped me. He said, “You are so stupid. Why did you do that? You were going to break up with Harry. Terry is a great guy.” He shook his head. Andy and I both have problems conducting relationships. We try to discipline each other.

Months later, after Harry and I stopped dating, I ran into Terry at the Cuff; he had a boyfriend. We said ‘hi’ to each other, but he kept his distance. Andy was ready to go up to Terry and say “Barry fucked up, and he’s really sorry for it. He was ready to break up with the other guy, but it took longer than he expected.” I don’t know if Andy was trying to help, or trying to get me in trouble. Andy likes to do both.

I wish Terry luck. I am the victim of my choices.

Sunday I drove to Mount St. Helens. As part of my personal religion, I’m supposed to go to mountains, and meditate. Unfortunately, St. Helens isn’t a good meditation mountain. Sure it’s big, and the site of the destruction, even 20 years later, is aw inspiring. But, after about 15 minutes of being in aw of the mountain, the feeling subsides. Then you look around and see that the whole area is a great big gravel pit. Without vegetation, there is nothing but gray stone from horizon to horizon. There is no place to get away, and meditate in peace.

Sunday evening, I drove back to Seattle. Had beers at the Cuff. Talked to Brian for a while. He wants to have me over for dinner.

In conclusion, I drink a lot, and treat guys poorly.

Thursday, October 12, 2000

Years ago I kept a journal of all the things that happened in my life. But then I stopped. I got dumped. The computer was 'our' computer. My journal documented the events leading up to the dumping. It was too much to face. I stopped.

I'm much more cheerful now.

Now I'm going to restart. I'm going to keep a journal. This time on the web. For now I'm going to changes name to protect the innocent. The people in my life are relativly private. They don't need to see my analysis of their and my lives posted for all to see.

The story so far...

I work-- a lot-- at a software company in Redmond WA. And that's about it. I'm trying to develop a life. I've decided that money isn't all it's cracked up to be. I've met very few millionares whom I respect, and want to model my life after. It seems that the big bucks come to those who are willing to sacrifce everything, but what it takes to make big bucks.

We just shipped our product. So now I have a lot of free time on my hands. It's strange. Every day used to be, get up, go to work, go home, go to bed. My garbage only contained toilet paper tubes, cerial boxes and milk cartons. But now I have time. It's liberating, and scary. At first I spent many hours on sex chats, getting frustrated, and well, other stuff. Then I got sick of that. I was waisting a gift, a valuable comodity. So now I'm trying to balance my self. But, more on that later.

What happened today... I went to work. One of guys I work with, Mac, is leaving for another state. My manager and I went out for beers with him. We envited a lot of people along, but no one showed. My works like that. Everyone kind of keeps to themselves. With some more advanced planning we could have got others to show up, especially if we conviced some one higher up to come-- that would turn it into a company event and give the ambitious someone to schmooze with. But alas, it was just me, my manager and Mac. The talk was plesent. We remaniced about the old days, in a geeky way. We talked about computers that only had 4 colours. 360k floppies and tape drives. Sigh, I'm only 30, and I'm starting to tell stories that go "I remember when.... and we liked it!"

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