Guy I like / Guy I don’t like
1. The guy I don’t like knows how to converse but the guy I like can only say one misspelled word.
2. Late at night The guy I don’t like says “goodnight beautiful” and “sweet dreams” but the guy I like only wants a booty call.
Down day…
Yesterday I was really depressed and nothing I did helped. I tried going for a run but I had to stop after 4 km because my emotional state was showing through with body pains. Running normally helps me think and sort out any stresses…it clears my mind but this time it just wasn’t enough. So instead of fighting it I stayed in bed most of the day. I cuddled up to a some good movies and drowned my sorrows away.
Today I woke up feeling much better and even my run showed as well, it was actually one of my best runs thus far. Today I have a smile on my face and I embrace the return of my comical side. All-in-all I guess I needed the day off.
Nuts!?!
I'm working my nuts off over here!
Ruth, my female friend, said that…when did she get nuts!?!
Paris
A weekend in Paris…why not! I spent the past weekend in Paris enjoying the city, wines and food. Some of the sights/things I did while there:
- Wine tasking at O’Chateau
- Musee du Louve
- Walk down Avenue des Champs-Elysees
- Arc de Triomphe
- Montmartre
- Le Basilique de Sacré-Crœur
- Notre-Dame and surrounding area
- Flea & Antique market (one of the largest in Europe)
- and lots of great food and tasty wines
Below are some of the video from my weekend:
1. Rémy, our wine sommelier, describing the different French wine regions:
2. Street Entertainment outside Le basilique du Sacré-Crœur:
3. Just before going up the Eiffel Tower:
4. Le Cathédrale de Notre-Dame:
5. Love Locks by Augustin (Discover Walks):
Pics from this weekend can be found on my Facebook page.
Can’t really ask for a better weekend get-away!
My glass is always empty
I’ve realized that my glass is always empty and I seek the company of a guy to fill it. When I’m dating a guy, he’s all I think about and all I want. And my empty glass gets filled with all that is him and then I feel complete. I get completely wrapped up in him, and who he is, that I am a mere reflection or attachment of him and not my own person. If he and I are apart, my glass starts to empty and I long to fill it again with him.
But why do I long for someone else to fill my glass and why is it even empty?
I can only attribute the state of my glass to the many changes in my life. When I decided to moved to the Netherlands, I wanted to change everything that I was, do the things that make me happy and not what was expected of me. I’ve lived a lie for so many years that I don’t even know who I am. I am on a quest to find who I am and the things that make me happy. I want my glass to be full with all the things that I love to do before I seek someone else.
The principle behind these quotes is what fuel my journey…
“You must love yourself before you love another. By accepting yourself and fully being what you are, your simple presence can make others happy.” – Author Unknown
“He that falls in love with himself will have no rivals.” – Benjamin Franklin
“Living life without self-courtship has a high cost. We risk losing our sensuality, our senses, precious moments with those we love, our smile, and our joy. When we romance ourselves, it prepares a fertile garden for a profusion of love to bloom in all areas of our lives. We regain passion and now becomes a moment not to be missed!” – Corrie Woods
Sagittarius…sexstrology
I don’t believe that astrology can predict the future or tell about someone’s nature but this is true!
A honest worker
I long to accomplish great and noble tasks, but it is my chief duty to accomplish humble tasks as though they were great and noble. The world is moved along, not only by the mighty shoves of its heroes, but also by the aggregate of the tiny pushes of each honest worker.
Why Do All These Homosexuals Keep Sucking My Cock?
Look, I’m not a hateful person or anything—I believe we should all live and let live. But lately, I’ve been having a real problem with these homosexuals. You see, just about wherever I go these days, one of them approaches me and starts sucking my cock.
Take last Sunday, for instance, when I casually struck up a conversation with this guy in the health-club locker room. Nothing fruity, just a couple of fellas talking about their workout routines while enjoying a nice hot shower. The guy looked like a real man’s man, too—big biceps, meaty thighs, thick neck. He didn’t seem the least bit gay. At least not until he started sucking my cock, that is.
Where does this queer get the nerve to suck my cock? Did I look gay to him? Was I wearing a pink feather boa without realizing it? I don’t recall the phrase, “Suck my cock” entering the conversation, and I don’t have a sign around my neck that reads, “Please, You Homosexuals, Suck My Cock.”
I’ve got nothing against homosexuals. Let them be free to do their gay thing in peace, I say. But when they start sucking my cock, I’ve got a real problem.
Then there was the time I was hiking through the woods and came across a rugged-looking, blond-haired man in his early 30s. He seemed straight enough to me while we were bathing in that mountain stream, but, before you know it, he’s sucking my cock!
What is it with these homos? Can’t they control their sexual urges? Aren’t there enough gay cocks out there for them to suck on without them having to target normal people like me?
Believe me, I have no interest in getting my cock sucked by some queer. But try telling that to the guy at the beach club. Or the one at the video store. Or the one who catered my wedding. Or any of the countless other homos who’ve come on to me recently. All of them sucked my cock, and there was nothing I could do to stop them.
I tell you, when a homosexual is sucking your cock, a lot of strange thoughts go through your head: How the hell did this happen? Where did this fairy ever get the idea that I was gay? And where did he get those fantastic boots?
It screws with your head at other times, too. Every time a man passes me on the street, I’m afraid he’s going to grab me and drag me off to some bathroom to suck my cock. I’ve even started to visualize these repulsive cock-sucking episodes during the healthy, heterosexual marital relations I enjoy with my wife—even some that haven’t actually happened, like the sweaty, post-game locker-room tryst with Vancouver Canucks forward Mark Messier that I can’t seem to stop thinking about.
Things could be worse, I suppose. It could be women trying to suck my cock, which would be adultery and would make me feel tremendously guilty. As it is, I’m just angry and sickened. But, believe me, that’s enough. I don’t know what makes these homosexuals mistake me for a guy who wants his cock sucked, and, frankly, I don’t want to know. I just wish there were some way to get them to stop.
I’ve tried all sorts of things, but it’s all been to no avail. A few months back, I started wearing an intimidating-looking black leather thong with menacing metal studs in the hopes that it would frighten those faggots off, but it didn’t work. In fact, it only seemed to encourage them. Then, I really started getting rough, slapping them around whenever they were sucking my cock, but that failed, too. Even pulling out of their mouths just before ejaculation and shooting sperm all over their face, chest, and hair seemed to have no effect. What do I have to do to get the message across to these swishes?
I swear, if these homosexuals don’t take a hint and quit sucking my cock all the time, I’m going to have to resort to drastic measures—like maybe pinning them down to the cement floor of the loading dock with my powerful forearms and working my cock all the way up their butt so they understand loud and clear just how much I disapprove of their unwelcome advances. I mean, you can’t get much more direct than that.
Weather in the Netherlands
