XLIV. The Guy Who Got An Altoid BJ And Ghosted Me

“Dating is a risk. The success rate is very low and I don’t like 90% of people, so it’s scary”

– Dorothy Wang –

These days, deciphering a secret message from a series of meticulously calculated emojis and punctuation is a popular pastime among the 21st century lovers who simply lack the proper knowledge to convey their thoughts in person. We have all seen and experienced it firsthand; every time I’m texting a new guy, my friends often tell me, “don’t put an emoji at the end of that sentence or else he’d think you want to bang him!” I mean… who would’ve thought that the absence of a wink emoji could dictate the course of a relationship? Gone are the days when two people underwent a breakup over a dramatic shouting competition on their flip phones. Instead, the modern way to distance yourself from your overly clingy boyfriend is to gradually stop sending kiss emojis and reducing the y’s in your “heyyyyy” until he stops bothering you with his 2AM “u up?” texts. And to that I say – what the fuck is wrong with us?!

XLIII. The Guys Whose Boat Capsized

“I don’t know about you, but I intend to write a strongly worded letter to the White Star Line about all of this”

– Jack Dawson, Titanic

Happy No Nut November people! There are times in a gay man’s life when his dick appointments get cancelled, and the way he reacts to the universe blowing up his perfectly designed plans is a true testament to his thirstiness perseverance. Flaky guys are truly inevitable and although there are plenty of ways to mitigate the risk of being stood up, shit happens. Here are some tips to help you navigate the crazy world of modern dating and minimize the risk of you getting your heart broken by XLDaddyTop69:
– Don’t put all your eggs in one basket and always have a backup plan. Your hookup bail on you because his cat is having a stroke? Not a big deal when you have MascOnlyCumSlut and BussyDestroyer45 on your fingertips!
– Prepare a Spotify playlist in advance for you to cry your heart out should things go south. My recommendations include songs by Céline Dion, Robyn, and the criminally overplayed artist Ed Sheeran.
Buy a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and write about how your threesome plan got cancelled because of a capsized boat.

XLII. The Guy Whom I Met In A Bathhouse (Part II)

“In another life, I would make you stay, so I don’t have to say you were the one that got away”

– Katy Perry –

I often wonder if any of the previous men I had sex with was the one that got away. But then again, does such concept even exist, or is it something that only exist in Katy Perry’s universe?What if all of your previous lovers are merely stepping stones designed for you to find your fated soulmate? What if your previous lovers are creatures sent by the holy deities for you to learn about yourself and what you are looking for in a partner (or partners… whatever floats your boat, I guess)? The more important question is, how do you know if you have found the one? How many boxes does a potential beau need to tick on one’s lover checklist before one gets down on one knee? If I were a president, it would be my top priority to invent a Black Mirror-esque online dating app to find someone whom I can rebel the system 998 times with, before I inevitably turn into a cat lady.
Spoiler: Yes, I did have sex with the hot Latino guy in the bathhouse.

Early Morning Feelings

Go ahead and ignore me, that’s my fetish
Call me a Leo ‘cause I’m so selfish

Tired of being nonchalant, sick of taking it slow
Hate downing Gordon’s three nights in a row

Face like a temple, heart like a warzone
Why don’t you wanna bone no more?

Sitting in the whirlpool, watching you on the grid
I miss catching a glimpse of us in Madrid

Used to feel the heat, now I crave for a blanket
You can’t wait to put us in the casket

Should I say goodbye, or keep feeling small
Didn’t I tell you I’m a masochist after all?

XLI. The Guy Whom I Met In A Bathhouse (Part I)

“I can’t take another night on my own, need another body here to keep warm”

– L Devine –

I consider myself to be extremely fortunate to live in times when LGBTQ+ community is becoming more accepted in our society. But don’t get me wrong… I’m completely aware that we still have a long way to go in terms of universalizing equal rights for the members of the aforementioned community. When I originally started this blog, I only intended to use it as a platform to document my journey of self-discovery. However, as more people have visited the blog (lol I love to pretend that I have gazillion readers), a few people came up to me saying how they were entertained by my misadventures and found my stories relatable. More importantly, they were also excited for more representation in queer literature and some had encouraged me to turn this crazy project of mine into something bigger. I guess I just want to thank you all for being the most supportive readers and I’m forever grateful for the love, even though I’m completely aware of the lack of my writing consistency. Oh, and thank you for giving me more incentive to continue doing the nasty!

XL. The Guys Whom I Had My First Threesome With

“Three is a charm, two is not the same, I don’t see the harm, so are you game?”

– Britney Spears –

When I was little, I felt that society shoved monogamy down my throat hardcore. Monogamous relationship was believed to be the norm and the only kind of relationship that would succeed in the long run; we were made to believe that fairytale romance exists and the vows we make at the altar are immortal. In reality, monogamy is proven to be quite a challenge as many people commit adulteries here and there, especially in the age of dating apps where we could find someone to entertain our genitals at any given moment. Personally, I had been disgusted by the idea of having an open relationship for the longest time since I was (and still am) an extremely insecure bitch. I still don’t know if I would allow myself to be in an open relationship right now, but hey, I have to keep an open mind, right? Lol but who am I kidding? I can’t even trap one boy to date!

XXXIX. The Guy Who Got Cockblocked By Mosquitoes

“If you think you’re too small to have an impact, try going to bed with a mosquito in the room”

– Anita Roddick –

Have you ever been unsure about which course of action to take and you are just submissively waiting for a sign from the universe? Or do you believe in none of that bullshit, trust your guts, and dive into a situation head-first? As a self-proclaimed over-thinker, I’m one of those trashy human beings who is an expert at coming up with the most random excuses whenever I’m faced with inconvenient situations because my train of thoughts always take me to the darkest places. For instance, whenever I am intrigued by a shirt in a clothing store, I can’t help but wonder the amount of bacteria on the shirt, and the mere thought of it makes me feel nauseous. Yet at the same time, I’ve never thought twice before putting a stranger’s dick in my mouth. I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m a fucking weirdo.