bob and i and a couple of school friends, pascal and regine (yes they are french and smoke like chimneys and think it absolutely communistic that they cannot smoke anywhere they like in nyc. when i told them that they cannot smoke outside in most southern california restaurants they turned green like the incredible hulk and both shouted: "and this is the land of the free!!!!!????" i replied yes it is the land of the free you just can't smoke here and give infants and adults tb or lung cancer)
but they both are extremely cool and more importantly they "get" me. and people that get me are few and far between if you know what i mean, heh?
so we are going to balthzar (i know, i know...kind of passe' but the food is good) and then on to THE club. dare i mention it again? the damian (i know i have called him both damon and damian herein but his name is damian) club: the name of which escapes me and nobody i am going with know a thing about him or...
i am lending bob stuff to wear as he thinks he can wear his faded chinos and 90's era flannel shirts anywhere. i will make him look hot but not HOT. (oh shit it wouldn't make any diff he would look HOT in his chinos, etc.)
more tomorrow on this. i am twitching with anticipation.
peace,
tyler
music: nested (laura nyro), kaskade, minus the bear, rolling stones, jonas kaufmann, la boheme (freni, pavarotti)...
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
day 5
bob and i are getting along very well...so far.
today is 1/2 day for me and we are going to spend the rest of the day in central park: he is dying to see strawberry fields which of course is right acros the street from where john lennon was murdered.
he also wants to walk broadway from macy's in herald square down to (up to?) columbus circle: this should be fun as there are about 5 thousand places to eat along the way...
more later tonight....
7:00 PM: we had a hell of a good time today: walked miles up and down and down and up broadway. one funny weird story though. i bought a hot dog off a cart just across the street from strawberry fields because i wanted to taste one. i had just eaten lunch so i took a bite and threw the rest of it away. well, fuck me but the hot dog vendor comes running up to me shouting: "whatsamattah u?" my water is clean, my hot dogs are fresh, why you no eat the whole thing???" "everyone loves my hot dogs...where you from, russia??"
so what do you say to this? nothing is what you say to this so bob and i just ran away like two little tail-between-our-legs bitches...
t.
today is 1/2 day for me and we are going to spend the rest of the day in central park: he is dying to see strawberry fields which of course is right acros the street from where john lennon was murdered.
he also wants to walk broadway from macy's in herald square down to (up to?) columbus circle: this should be fun as there are about 5 thousand places to eat along the way...
more later tonight....
7:00 PM: we had a hell of a good time today: walked miles up and down and down and up broadway. one funny weird story though. i bought a hot dog off a cart just across the street from strawberry fields because i wanted to taste one. i had just eaten lunch so i took a bite and threw the rest of it away. well, fuck me but the hot dog vendor comes running up to me shouting: "whatsamattah u?" my water is clean, my hot dogs are fresh, why you no eat the whole thing???" "everyone loves my hot dogs...where you from, russia??"
so what do you say to this? nothing is what you say to this so bob and i just ran away like two little tail-between-our-legs bitches...
t.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
day 3
well, it actually has been fun having bob-o-licious here and only partly for the following reasons:
1. i once again saw his slammin' body naked: he changed his clothes in my dorm room so he had no place to hide it....and he doesn't wear underwear...so...
2. he made me dinner last night and though i was tempted to help him, as he doesn't do this very often, i didn't. it was fun and fueled by a couple of bottles of good cabernet, we had a very deep and revealing convo.
3. we kissed.......a lot. and yes it was as good as i knew it would be.
4. no, we didn't have sex but we were jammed up against each other so tightly that we may as well have had it.
so, today i am ditching most of my classes and we're going to spend the day together doing all the touristy things that people do here in nyc.
this i my question though: he is planning on being here through august, will we return to california and get married after that time or will we not be speaking? (which is going to be awkward as he is my phd dissertation dude and my academic mentor)
but i will think positive here and that we will remain friends no matter what happens or doesn't. in my experience continual close contact breeds not only contempt but boredom. (and yes i know that boredom is just another form of depression...im well on to becoming a clinical psychologist, remember?)
bob and i are getting along very well and he is about as sweet as a slice of pecan pie (have i used that phrase already?): what else can i ask?
btw: i almost shit a brick last sunday at a club in soho: i thought (underline thought)i saw damian. but no it wasn't him. damn.
peace,
tyler
music-wise: lots of kenna, seal (despite heidi klum getting a tatoo), laura nyro, eric satie, the doors, stevie, marvin gaye.....
1. i once again saw his slammin' body naked: he changed his clothes in my dorm room so he had no place to hide it....and he doesn't wear underwear...so...
2. he made me dinner last night and though i was tempted to help him, as he doesn't do this very often, i didn't. it was fun and fueled by a couple of bottles of good cabernet, we had a very deep and revealing convo.
3. we kissed.......a lot. and yes it was as good as i knew it would be.
4. no, we didn't have sex but we were jammed up against each other so tightly that we may as well have had it.
so, today i am ditching most of my classes and we're going to spend the day together doing all the touristy things that people do here in nyc.
this i my question though: he is planning on being here through august, will we return to california and get married after that time or will we not be speaking? (which is going to be awkward as he is my phd dissertation dude and my academic mentor)
but i will think positive here and that we will remain friends no matter what happens or doesn't. in my experience continual close contact breeds not only contempt but boredom. (and yes i know that boredom is just another form of depression...im well on to becoming a clinical psychologist, remember?)
bob and i are getting along very well and he is about as sweet as a slice of pecan pie (have i used that phrase already?): what else can i ask?
btw: i almost shit a brick last sunday at a club in soho: i thought (underline thought)i saw damian. but no it wasn't him. damn.
peace,
tyler
music-wise: lots of kenna, seal (despite heidi klum getting a tatoo), laura nyro, eric satie, the doors, stevie, marvin gaye.....
Monday, June 16, 2008
he's here.........
8:00 am edt: (gulp)...more later.
7:52 pm update: bob attended my child psych seminar today and blew away the professor but now the prof hates me and wants him.
bob went back to his hotel to shower before we head out for dinner. (he can't stay with me because i have a roomie and because there is no room: he'd have to sleep on top of me as i sleep on a twin bed...)
more later.
958 am, 6/17/08 update: dinner was fun. no physical contact except for a hand shake. i have two very long seminars today so bob is going to take a tour of nyc and we will meet for drinks later. i slept (alone of course)the entire night with a boner.
t.
7:52 pm update: bob attended my child psych seminar today and blew away the professor but now the prof hates me and wants him.
bob went back to his hotel to shower before we head out for dinner. (he can't stay with me because i have a roomie and because there is no room: he'd have to sleep on top of me as i sleep on a twin bed...)
more later.
958 am, 6/17/08 update: dinner was fun. no physical contact except for a hand shake. i have two very long seminars today so bob is going to take a tour of nyc and we will meet for drinks later. i slept (alone of course)the entire night with a boner.
t.
Saturday, June 14, 2008
guess who's coming to lunch/dinner and breakfast?
well, so it goes like this:
i pick up my cell and say hello but i already know its bob-o-licious by the theme song i programmed to ring when he does call...which is almost never.
ok, so he says stuff like: how are you doing, how are you classes, how's the internship? is alice a better mentor than am i? have you met any guys? ok so now we are in the social banter area that i like: the nitty gritty. of course i analyze/digest this question as if bob is asking me to marry him. funny how we make these kinds of jumps with little to go on, huh? anyway before i answer him i have to think quickly: do i tell him about the dude i met last night and fucked? does the dude i met last night count? nah---. should i mention the psycho dude in the next dorm room who once he found out that i was gay...began to lasiviously leer at me while scratching at his smelly crotch (this guy never washes his 501's, wears no underwear (which i like actually)and therefore drips pee, semen and god only knows what else on said 501's. the crusher here is that george (that's his name) has just finished his phd including his dissertation AND got a prime position at harvard at their teaching hospital...so go figure. anyway george is smelly but he gives me a boner nonetheless everytime i see him: maybe he did as well to his dissertation committee.
so how did i get here? oh yeah: bob.
anyway, bob is coming to nyc for vacation until just about the time that i leave for santa barbara. i'm thinking there is something brewing here in his mind that definitely involves me particularly when he says that he is going to e-mail me an itinerary and that i am included in his actvities everyday.
i don't want to break his heart (well, yes i do but in a good way as in the l word and i don't mean lesbian) but my time is likewise mapped out and it includes very litle time for fun, fucking or even eating but you all know for bob...things can change.
bob is arriving on monday 6/16: i'm scared shitless. scared that i have misread this whole trip and scared shitless that i haven't. help.
peace,
tyler
music: the new madonna eternally from the gay bois next door. i hate this cd now.
nested (laura nyro), mary j., music of my mind (stevie), jonas kaufmann, heavenly, the new hot chip which i am beginning to dislike immensely, santana's early stuff, chris cornell who is so sizzling hot that it makes no difference what he sings as i could and have jerked off to his photo fully clothed (him not me)....
i pick up my cell and say hello but i already know its bob-o-licious by the theme song i programmed to ring when he does call...which is almost never.
ok, so he says stuff like: how are you doing, how are you classes, how's the internship? is alice a better mentor than am i? have you met any guys? ok so now we are in the social banter area that i like: the nitty gritty. of course i analyze/digest this question as if bob is asking me to marry him. funny how we make these kinds of jumps with little to go on, huh? anyway before i answer him i have to think quickly: do i tell him about the dude i met last night and fucked? does the dude i met last night count? nah---. should i mention the psycho dude in the next dorm room who once he found out that i was gay...began to lasiviously leer at me while scratching at his smelly crotch (this guy never washes his 501's, wears no underwear (which i like actually)and therefore drips pee, semen and god only knows what else on said 501's. the crusher here is that george (that's his name) has just finished his phd including his dissertation AND got a prime position at harvard at their teaching hospital...so go figure. anyway george is smelly but he gives me a boner nonetheless everytime i see him: maybe he did as well to his dissertation committee.
so how did i get here? oh yeah: bob.
anyway, bob is coming to nyc for vacation until just about the time that i leave for santa barbara. i'm thinking there is something brewing here in his mind that definitely involves me particularly when he says that he is going to e-mail me an itinerary and that i am included in his actvities everyday.
i don't want to break his heart (well, yes i do but in a good way as in the l word and i don't mean lesbian) but my time is likewise mapped out and it includes very litle time for fun, fucking or even eating but you all know for bob...things can change.
bob is arriving on monday 6/16: i'm scared shitless. scared that i have misread this whole trip and scared shitless that i haven't. help.
peace,
tyler
music: the new madonna eternally from the gay bois next door. i hate this cd now.
nested (laura nyro), mary j., music of my mind (stevie), jonas kaufmann, heavenly, the new hot chip which i am beginning to dislike immensely, santana's early stuff, chris cornell who is so sizzling hot that it makes no difference what he sings as i could and have jerked off to his photo fully clothed (him not me)....
Thursday, June 5, 2008
i'm here, i'm tired, i'm dedicated
i've been in nyc since monday, the day my classes and internship began. my room mate is cool as far as i can tell as he and i spend very little time in our room except to sleep (he snores btw). his name is jamie. he's from ft. wayne, indiana. that's about all i know about him.
classes are a fuckin' bear: intense, impossible, thrilling. this is the BIG TIME now.
my internship is with a no-nonsense woman and it is a relief in a way not to be interning with a man....as in bob-o-licious in santa barbara. i'm going to call her alice though that of course is not her name. she is 50'ish, wears small round glasses over which she looks at me as if i were from mars: which makes sense i guess in that she is from staten island new york, married to a lawyer, has 4 kids and i am who i am. i don't feel prejudiced against just held to a higher level to which i must always aspire. in other words, she expects alot and i feel honor bound to work to achieve that.
boys: man o man...i had forgetten from last year how amazing the men are here. YOWZA!
i haven't met anyone yet but the weekend is coming up and my friend Mario is coming up from connecticut to spend it with me: which means PARTY!
peace,
tyler
music: muzak in the elevators at school and the new madonna cd that i hear seemingly all night from my dorm neighbors.
classes are a fuckin' bear: intense, impossible, thrilling. this is the BIG TIME now.
my internship is with a no-nonsense woman and it is a relief in a way not to be interning with a man....as in bob-o-licious in santa barbara. i'm going to call her alice though that of course is not her name. she is 50'ish, wears small round glasses over which she looks at me as if i were from mars: which makes sense i guess in that she is from staten island new york, married to a lawyer, has 4 kids and i am who i am. i don't feel prejudiced against just held to a higher level to which i must always aspire. in other words, she expects alot and i feel honor bound to work to achieve that.
boys: man o man...i had forgetten from last year how amazing the men are here. YOWZA!
i haven't met anyone yet but the weekend is coming up and my friend Mario is coming up from connecticut to spend it with me: which means PARTY!
peace,
tyler
music: muzak in the elevators at school and the new madonna cd that i hear seemingly all night from my dorm neighbors.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
off to new york city
i am sitting in the san francisco airport as i type this waiting for my flight to new york city.
last night the bros took me out for a final fling (not really final but a hiatus for 3 months) at q's and we proceeded to take over this str8 bastion of male and female pulchritude...par for the course. carlos and greg behaved. there were no arrests and we all got majorly fucked up. i was supposed to leave santa barbara last night late but of course i never made it to the airport so i left for sf this am.
though it sounds like i am going to nyc on a lark it is just the reverse: classes at columbia and an important internship with a clinical psychologist for 3 months. this time that i am going to spend in new york will be very important to me career-wise though of course i yearn to see damian again. you remember damian from last year: approached me at the end of the night at a soho bar asked me to go home with him (previous to thin we had spoken one word nor even exchanged glances), we proceeded to have the best sex that i had ever had in my life and then in the am he made me breakfast and sent me on my way. i think we exchanged about 10 words in 12 hours. it makes me weak in the knees (as my aunt says) to even think about him. i often think to myself: did this even happen? but oh yes it did.
so: on to nyc for 3 months. wish me luck.
peace,
tyler
traveling music: music of my mind (stevie), nested (laura nyro), mary j blige, heavenly, coldplay,kaskade, alison moyet...
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