I had lunch with C5. He rolled is truck a few weeks ago and just got it back today. He's ok. His truck took $4800 of damage.

I wonder if C5 knows I have a crush on him? I think he noticed me watching his body. He's been dating a guy for about a year so I don't mention it.

I just found out he's 48. I didn't know that. I'm 32.

I played hockey last night. We won 4-2.

Reconciliation (Another lame Drama)

Bruce's birthday is on Halloween and C3 is throwing him a party. Now, Bruce and I haven't talked since the incident back in September. I think they want to invite me to the party, but are unsure how I'll react. C3 emailed me, asked me how things are going and said it would be good to spend time together. Bruce emailed C2 and asked C2 how he should invite me to the party.

C2 called me and asked me how I felt about Bruce. He's going to have coffee with Bruce and talk about friendship etiquette. My opinion is basically “I don’t care, if Bruce wants to be friends, then he can put some effort into it.” C2’s opinion is that even though I was originally in the wrong, Bruce’s reaction was way overblown and now Bruce owes me an apology.

Last night I went to a dinner party thrown by Steven and his boyfriend. Good crowd. One thing was weird Almost all of Steven's straight friends are blond, long-haired women-- there were at least eight.

The party was good. We talked till late.

Friday evening, C2, Cor and I had dinner together. Afterwards we went to R Place. I haven't been there in years. It's changed. It's much more of a mixed crowd. Cor went into full man hunting mode. Which is weird, cosidering that over dinner he was telling us how much he was in love with the guy Vegas.

C2 went home. Cor and I headed to the Cuff. I said 'Hi' to a lot of guys, drank beer and then went home. I don't know what happened to Cor. He didn't get home till 4 in the morning.

Cor's other husband, the guy from Boston, arrived today.

C6 and I spend the day together. He called me up in the morning. He drank more than he expected, so he left his car at the Cuff, and rode home with a friend. I picked him up and we had breakfast together with Officer Rob and R. From the sound of it R and Rob are moving intogether.

After breakfast we went to the snowsports show. C6 and I both bought new snowboards.

After than, the four of us saw Jackass: The Movie Another film that I enjoyed, but wouldn't recommend. It's a lot of extream juvinile humor. In one sequence, one of the guys sticks a toy car up his ass and then goes to his doctor to have it x-rayed. The doctor tries to give him genuine medicle advice unaware of the joke. If you like that sort of humor, you'll love Jackass. If not, avoid it.

Crap. I just heard back from Brent.

"Sean and I patched things up in New Orleans, it is going pretty well so far. Our next trip is to Las Vegas on Nov. 1 for the weekend, can't wait."

So once again, my list of men-I'd-love-to-date is full of unavailable men.

Tonight, Ryan, Jen & I saw Punch-Drunk Love. I'm not sure how to describe it. I enjoyed the movie, but I wouldn't recommend it. Punch-Drunk Love is very original. It's one of the few movies I've ever watched that made go "What the fuck?!?" which is amazing considering that much of it is a simple love story.

I had a hockey pratice last night. Nothing exciting. A good cardio workout. When I got home, Cor thought I had tanned because my face was still slightly red.

So, Cor's husband from Boston is flying into Seattle this weekend. Cor's new boyfriend from LV is also supposed to be in town. Last night Cor was laughing at his husband for trying to rescue their relationship. I tried very hard to not argue with Cor. I really don't want to be involved. At the flip side, Cor pushes my buttons. He brings out the cynic in me. I'm afraid that that I could fall for a guy like Cor who says all the right things, but really doesn't give a shit.

So, Cor is in love. He met a guy from Las Vegas. The guys is moving from LV to Seattle. They are buying a house together and want to adopt children. Cor was gloating when he told me this.

Last night was my first game of hockey for the winter session. We lost 5-1. (I got an assist. My plus minus was +1) This is going to be an interesting year. I’m a tier 3 player. My new team is tier 7. (Tier 1 being the highest skill level) I didn’t know the tiers went down that far. I thought they stopped at 4. Anyways, we still lost. In many ways I like this team better than my old team. There are a lot of new players who don’t take things so seriously.

The thing I don't like about the new team is the number of players-- we had 17. That's more than I'm used to-- three full lines. I can't remember the last time I played with three full lines. I'm used to two lines. My old team would only play 11 or 12 guys.

Last night was B's birthday. B is a straight friend I know through hockey. His girlfriend threw him a party. We had dinner at Typhoon and then went to "Theater Sports" -- improv comedy. It was very good, very funny. I'm going to go again.

Every now and then I'll mention that i have a list of five men that I'd marry in a heart beat. Four of the five are unavailable. One of the five, Brent, became single last August. I've had Brent's email address for a while. He didn't give it to me... a mutual friend once emailed both of us. I didn't really wanted to email him, in case I made me look like a stalker. I talked to Andy about it. He said one email isn't stalking and if I really was interested in him, then I should write.

On Saturday I decided to email Brent. Well, he responded back! He told me how things were going with him and asked me a few questions about my life. This is good. We'll see where it leads.

I hope this isn't another one of those "Barry is all hot to trot for a man at the very beginning, but it doesn't work out" stories.

Yeah John, the bastards at work do have my by the balls. Fortunatly (or unfortunatly) they pay me very very well. Even in this recession, work makes sure my pockets are lined and my bank account is fat. Some friends call it the golden nose ring.

We had a muscle bear dinner tonight at Beppo's. Some of the pb's had never been to Beppos, so I arranged a dinner. Well, the pb's flaked out. But, that didn't mater. Eighteen guys showed up. They had problems seating us.

I only knew about half of the guys. The rest were friends of friends.

There was a fair amount of gossip at the table. A number of the guys had slept with each other and I got to hear some stories.

We walked throught he bar on the way out. Someone at the bar watched us and said "What the fuck? Those are big guys. They going to beat the crap out of us?"

I'm pissed off. Indulge me while I swear a bit.

Fuck. Fuck. Mother Fucker. bastard. Fucker. Fuck.

Fuck.

Three things collided tonight...
1. C6 and I had a date.
2. At work we instituted a new policy where special customers can page us and make us jump through hoops to solve their problems.
3. The people at my work who are supposed to be working nights arn't sure about the policies and how to handle this customer.

C6 and I had just finished dinner and where about to have dessert. That's when I got a call. "Barry, can you help us? We're not sure what to do?"

So. I'm at work now, and C6 is driving home.

Fuck.

C2 and I went and saw The Transporter, a lame movie. The action was ok, but overdone. The plot was contrived and the dialog was laughable. I'm very serious about the laughable dialog. In the last half an hour, whenever a character said something, I would shake my head and laugh, it was dumb.

When the bad guy finaly dies, someone in the front row threw his arms up and cheared. The rest of the audience burst out laughing.

Afterwards we went to the Cuff for beer. Said hi to a few guys, and then headed for home.

My blog is now two years old. First post October 12th, 2000. To celebrate, I'm giving it a new look. It may be buggy for a few days. Apologies.

Tuesday evening I had dinner with Mathew, Sandy and Steven. It was fun. It was the first time that Steven met Mathew and Sandy. The three of them shared their drug stories. I'm kind of suprized at the number of people who do lite drugs like pot. Steven gave Sandy tips on smuggling pot to Hawaii-- Mat and Steven are headed to Mauii on Saturday and they didn't want to buy local.

After dinner I went over to Steven's house for a beer. He's having DSL trouble-- his computer connection is very slow. I tinkered a bit, and the speed improved, but it still isn't zippy. I'll dig some more in the future.

Last night I cleaned. I cleaned Cor's bathroom-- the first time it's been cleaned since he moved in. Bleah.

After I flew back, I spent Sunday evening at the Cuff. The PB's where there. They've all bought baseball caps with a "PB's" logo on it. They're going make me a "PB Protector" cap.

C6 and I are having dinner together, alone, this Thursday. I still don't know if it's a date.

I spent the weekend at Andy's place in WeHo. Andy's new boyfriend has moved in with him. I have reservations about the new BF. He's a recovering drug addict. He lies (Andy knows it) He's manipulative (Andy knows that too) Andy is just soo in love with the BF that he doesn't care. I hope Andy doesn't get hurt.

I'm back.

In Anaheim, I met a professional booth bunny. She calls hereself a professional crowd worker. She earns $700.00 a day plus T&E. In return you get a beautiful woman who learns the basics of your company. She talks about the company and it's products to everyone that walks by. She said that mostly she learns scripts and sales pitches and hands all the hard questions off to the real sales people. I saw her in action. She knows her stuff, she was demoing some tedious managment software, but sure enough about two dozen men were watching the demo. She was very smooth. I couldn't tell that it was all a script.

I'm still in Anaheim. Things are going good-- work in the day, party at night. I'm spending the weekend at Andy's, then I head back to Seattle on Sunday.

There are a good number of cute guys at the conference. It's weird, for the first time in a long time I'm lusting after men.

I'm away for a week-- going to Anaheim, CA for a conference. Back on the 13th.

So, I've had a work emergecy. In some obsure situations, a program that I'm resonsible for crashes. I poked and prodded at it for many hours on Monday and Tuesday. On Wednesday I spotted something that might have explained the crash. The solution was a long shot, but I couldn't see anything else, so I fixed that. Finally today, other people are saying that the fix worked and the crash has gone away. Whew.

Next week I'm heading out of town on a business trip. I'm glad I got the emergecy out of the way. I would have had to cancel my trip if I didn't solve the problem.

Last night, the dinner party went well. Eight People showed up. Sandy, Mathew, Cor, C6 and the four PB's. It was a bit cramped-- the dining room only seats six. Half of us ate in the living room. The remainder ate in the dining room. The conversation and company were good.

I didn't tell anyone-- I spent $100.00 on food. Most of it steaks. Sigh. One of the reasons I had dinner at my place was that I wanted to have an inexpensive evening. When Mathew, Sandy I go out for dinner, I can easily spend $50.00. Oh Well. Next time I'll make it a pot luck.

On the flip side, every one brought beer and wine. I have enough for the next six months.

The Little Dinner Party the Grew.

Mathew, Sandy and I have dinner together about once a week. This week I suggested we have dinner at my place. Mathew asked if he could invite 2 of the PB's and I said "Yes". The PB's are cute and there are 2 I would date in a minute.

Because I didn't want to snub anyone, I invited C2 and Cor. Then, C6 asked what I was up to this week and... well... a quiet dinner with with Mathew, Sandy and I has balooned into a dinner party for 10. Sigh.

So, why don't I ask the PB's out? Well, some of them are dating and some of them would never date a tall guy. The PB's are shorter than 5'6'' and suffer from little man syndrom. I'm 6'6''.

Last night I went out with the movie bears and saw Sweet Home Alabama. I didn't really like it. It's about a woman who leaves small town Alabama, moves to NY and builds a great new life for herself. Years later she returns to Alabama and remembers how much she loves the old home town.

I was born in small town Ontario (Ottawa Valley). One of the happest days of my life was when I left the Valley for the the big city. I travel back to the Valley about once a year. When I'm there I don't regret leaving. So, when I see a movie about someone returning to a rural town, well, I don't understand. People leave small towns for good reasons-- career, something to do at night other than drink and watch TV, it's easier to make good friends in a large city. Those reasons never go away.

I goofed off last night and watched Lord of the Rings. It's a good movie although I don't think it's the all time classic that people say.

For the past few days I've had a work emergency. I've been under the gun to solve a problem. I think I've got it fixed. We'll see. My solution goes out to a large number of people tomorrow.

I had dinner with Cor last night. He's got 2 boyfriends now and tricked with a 3rd guy over the weekend. He was kind of annoyed that the 3rd guy could pressure him into having sex. I don't understand Cor at all. I just smile and nod.

Wow. My journal is now 2 years old. I think I should give it a new look to celebrate.

At the beginning over every month I go over that month's entries for the previous year. I now have two years of history to read over. It interesting how when I look forward, I think I'm going to be bored and have nothing to do. But when I look back, I've done so much.