Meet Bob Smith

Now here's a fascinating development. After spending a day tooling around Manhattan and meeting up with Master Ivan (from Leather Navigator) at the Dugout, I ended up at the Lure. The Lure wasn't bad for a Friday night, a fair amount of eye candy. One guy in particular. He was about as tall as me, all leathered up, really interesting facial features. He was talking to some twinkie or other every time I happened to run across him. And then he wasn't. I went up and introduced myself, and we talked for all of thirty seconds when we realized that we had dated ten years ago. He's an Israeli. When we dated, he had been in the U.S. all of a few months. Interestingly, his name--not his anglicized name but his actual name--does not sound Israeli. He's not a Chaim or a Itzak or a Dovid. He has this really middle-american sounding name. We'll call him, 'Bob Smith.' Bob and I compared notes on what we've been up to in the intervening decaded. Me: series of boyfriends, got into S/M, joined GMSMA, found my calling in singletail whips, registered as a Republican, worked in politics, then ran a non-profit, now back in politics, moved to Jersey City. Him: developed a crystal meth problem, got into kinky sex, stopped using crystal and got clean, got laid off in April, currently awaiting going to school to become an massage therapist, moved to Brooklyn. Then, we established that we were hot for each other. I mean, he's porn star hot. And, he's a bottom. A bottom into kinky sex. We couldn't make it happen tonight, because I had to walk my dog, and he had to feed his cats. but we wexchanged numbers, and we're both sort of intent on fiinding a time and day to get together. Soon.

This could really be cool. How cool? How about dese apples. While Bob and I were talking, who should walk in but Schlitz. Schlitz and I basically exchanged pleasantries, and then I went back to talking to Bob.

This could be an interesting start to 2003.