Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Dating Guide

The dating process for me has always been a game of cat and mouse.  I like to think of myself as the mouse, just prancing around adorably and minding my own business until a sexy cat comes along and decides to chase me.  I don’t do the chasing for two reasons; one being that I’m too cute, and two being that it’s too much effort.  Also, stepping back from the pursuing process allows you to focus on other, more important parts of your life such as school, friends, or family, until you are pleasantly surprised by a suitor.  If your bait hasn’t gotten a bite in over three months I would choose a different strategy, but the waiting game has always worked for me.
The first step is meeting the guy.  It is a tad harder to meet a guy for the average homosexual, so the key is to look in places where you know they congregate.  Boston Alliance of Gay and Lesbian Youth dances, pride parades, clubs, gay-straight alliances in school or Diesel Cafe are all adequate places for young gay men to meet other gay men.  If you know you’re going to be in the vicinity of a potential suitor, you should make an effort to look good.  Something tight never hurts, as well as something that accentuates the arms or butt.  Smelling good is key too for attracting a mate with your scent, unless you have a natural musk.
When a guy approaches me my first priority is to make them laugh.  As Marilyn Monroe once said, “If you can make a girl laugh you can make her do anything”.  Well the same sentiment definitely applies to men.  Being myself and not being afraid to be goofy always seems to turn on the charm.  Even if you’re not Joan Rivers, when a guy sees that you are trying to make a joke they will instantly like you a little bit more.  After a connection is made you give them your name and your number.  Give your name so they can add you on Facebook and your number so that if they’re really interested they can get at you and not the other way around.  Make them prove that they like you while you’re doing something better with your time.
This is where the internet plays a vital role because you and your suitor can learn more about each other before the first date, hangout session, or sleazy hookup.  Scoping out you man, or “creeping” will tell you enough you need to know about him until he asks you out.  Flirty texts and chats help your case, but don’t reply too soon or else you’ll seem desperate.  On the first date don’t mention sex or hooking up, unless that is purely what you’re there for, and even so just hint at it casually.  When exchanging stories, likes, dislikes, and any other information, don’t give too much away.  That way you can remain a creature of mystery and have more to talk about if you’re lucky enough to have a second date with him.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

Page 347: Try Your Hand

I am eighteen years old and my gender is male.  By definition, I am a man.  By straight society’s definition, however I am not.  I don’t watch sports, in fact I loathe them.  Competing on baseball and soccer teams as a child were about as appealing to me as having a Doberman chew my face off.  I enjoyed Batman only because of my fascination with the mystique of Catwoman.  Instead of reading the instructions and putting legos together step by step I made my father do it for me.  I can’t change a tire or repair an engine to save my life, let alone pump gas.  Sitting through Star Wars, Indiana Jones, or The Godfather would simply put me to sleep, as I’d much rather curl up with some popcorn and watch The Adventures Of Priscilla, Queen Of The Desert.  I’ve never been “one of the guys”.  Meat never really did it for me, especially beef jerky which makes me want to vomit.  I’m not cocky or competitive like my macho peers, although I can’t make it past any kind of reflective surface without stopping for a self-assessment.  The man I am is not the Marlboro Man or the Orkin Man, but I am a man nonetheless.

Page 345: Try Your Hand

At age seven Sal played baseball and I played barbies.  He wanted to ride bikes and I wanted to write poems.

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

5 influences/5 challenged

Influences
  1. My English professor
  2. Eden Bellow
  3. My painting teacher
  4. Haley (my CA)
  5. Carla (my advisor)
Challenges
  1. My history professor
  2. Uptight Girl
  3. Campus Security
  4. My math professor
  5. Crush Boy
My English teacher is eloquent and allows our class to indulge in discussion that may stray from the short story or assignment at hand.  She runs Lesley’s literary magazine and has a beautiful poem about the memory of her father in last years issue.  Eden Bellow hails from Manhattan and is one of my closest friends here.  We spend time together almost every day and tell each other intimate secrets that we would never dream of telling anyone else on campus.  With my sass and her street-savvy we compliment each other very well.  My painting teacher was annoying to me at first, but I soon grew fond of him and now I enjoy his comments and easy-going vibe.  Haley is my CA and the nicest person I’ve met here so far.  She takes her duty seriously but treats us more like friends than kids she has to watch.  Carla is my advisor and her no-nonsense attitude helps me to think about school more seriously.
My history teacher bores me and the rest of the class to tears with her incessant lecturing.  I constantly catch myself falling asleep in her class that seems to go on for days.  A girl in my circle that we’ll call Uptight Girl has a control issue.  Whenever I am in her room I am literally afraid to touch or spill on anything because I know I’ll face her wrath.  She wants me to walk to math with her at a time that is disgustingly early and hasn’t eaten a trans fat in God knows how long.  Campus Security wasn’t a challenge for me until I started locking myself out of my room.  Every time this misfortune occurs I am greeted by them with the same hostility.  I know their job isn’t a bucket of giggles, but I really don’t appreciate them adding insult to my injury every time.  My math professor is too wordy and often makes us take notes on topics that we are not quizzed on.  Crush boy could be any boy I’m crushing on at any given moment, making it hard for me to relax or think straight (not that I could anyway).  It seems I always look like  mess when I see him and I can’t say anything that isn’t terrifically awkward.
People that are influential to me are people that give me no choice but to like something about them.  Whether its their personality, their good deeds, their humor or their body of work I find a quality of theirs that I aspire to fulfill in myself.  People that are challenging give me reason to like them, but not always respect them or understand where they are coming from.  They unknowingly provide obstacles for me such as a boring lecture or OCD rant.