Met a new dreamy guy and gearing up for summer courses.

I just got back from a date with a dreamy guy.  He's kind of got a dull life which is AWESOME.  He also has drive and ambition.  He's 11 years my senior but looks like he's my age.  I don't know.  We'll see where it goes from the first meeting.

Summer courses are around the corner and I am VERY excited.  It's time to make some things happen in my life.  Things never fall in your lap unless you're just one of the privileged. 

Take Care,

Jonathan

Spring brings cherry blossoms and possibilites for love.

After much time getting over my head trips spawned from my last heartbreak, I might actually be ready to proceed with a prospect that kind of fell back into an old love.  I picked up a cello from a friend that isn't using one that he had randomly lying around his house.  My new lover is very worn but age has always left a better taste in my mouth like a good wine.  If I just keep up the capacity to completely honest with him we will make beautiful music together.  At Millcreek Park we were playing and many people stopped to gawk.  My hands were all over him.

There was a man that walked by and stood to listen to me play.  He walked off to his car and retrieved another cello.  We played together, the four of us.  It was my first foursome.  Later the guy and I had dinner at a gay owned and operated bistro around the corner.  We've seen each other twice since, him and his wooden lover aussi.  That is all I'm divulging at this point.  Last night was my second Saturday with them.  I hope there is more.  This time things are so much different and by different I mean not as demanding in a pathological, controlling manner at the start. I'm walking into it all with clean hands and a newly healed heart.  It helps that he's Greek....the land of a three day work week.  They know how to take it easy.

In the heat of passion

So, I finally had my super duper slut moment.  I was in a restroom...oh this can't start out good with a preface like this...I was in the restroom at a shopping establishment and this guy comes in.  He's a hot daddy type...early fourties maybe.  Tight black shirt, greaser hair, tatted sleeves, tight jeans.  I'm standing at a urinal and he gropes my ass.  I turned to look at him in shock.  I got all flushed with fever.  I don't eat off the floor of a bathroom.  He walks into a stall so I zip and shrug off my conscience and followed.  The door closed and he lifted me up by my ass, my legs wraped around his waist, we kissed intensely, his hips grinding into me all hard, we're both tumescent, then I just start getting flop sweat, it's getting so hot and humid, his hands go down the backside of my jeans and cups my cheeks, then I get all scared.  I pushed off and quickly walked out.  This was such an unusual circumstance.  I walked away with a hard on and a lesson.  I'm just not the kind of guy that can get it on in a Nordstroms bathroom.

April

Oh April.  You're here.  Please bring more promise with this new season.

Happy Birthday E.

I hope that this year of your life is much better than any that preceded it. I hope it prefaces something even greater than you could imagine for yourself.

Jonathan