10.17.05 Word on a Wing

Today is Monday. I now have a domain name. I am the master of my domain. Yesterday, Rand and I discussed while walking with Lisa, how I should blog my writings, and ‘hey why don’t I have a domain name too’. So after we parted ways, Rand and Lisa went home, I climbed my 4 flights of a five story walk up and wrote what I wrote yesterday. Eventually it will all appear somehow.

So I come home, in my charcoal gray double-breasted Givenchy suit, purple silk tie, black braces, tasseled loafers and TNT OTC sox. A bit sweaty. Also a bit later than I expected since I had an email from Chris Hammer who was in Manhattan and wanted to meet me at the Townhouse. Chris likes suits and also likes to smoke cigars. This is what started us chatting a few years ago. Things being what they are, we could never really hook up.

We were supposed to meet last week but there was nonstop rain, and he was traveling from down the shore. So that fell through. He was apologetic which was nice. Other times I was supposed to meet someone it didn’t work out, usually because someone flakes. Either me or the other guy.

Song2 was a nice guy and very sweet though he disputes this. He was also on time. But the weather was in our favor two weeks ago. Last week the weather was in the favor of waterfowl. I can’t really compare both Song2 and Chris Hammer, because both seem to be genuinely sincere. And in Gay.Com land, that is a very rare quality.

So I met Chris at the Townhouse. He saw me and made a beeline. He shook my hand and offered to buy me a drink. I had a Heineken, he had a Bombay Sapphire and tonic. I’m such a cheap date. He had some time to kill before his dinner with friends and wanted to meet and buy me a drink and apologize to my face.

So we sat on a sofa and chatted. Nice guy, handsome, reminded me of my cousin Joey Powers. It must be an Italian thing. It was also the first time in over a year that I’d been kissed. REALLY kissed. That was fun. I was surprised I remembered how. It certainly is nice to be with someone who thinks you’re really hot and good looking. Or ‘bangin’. No, Chris didn’t say ‘Bangin’.

That was from 3 girls a few years ago in the summer when I was walking home from Central Park. Three girls hangin out under a scaffold on 7th avenue and W50th Street saw me and yelled, “Hey Mister, you bangin’” That made my day, and still brings a smile years later.

Of course I told Julio this, who to this day has a laugh and says “Hey Mister, You bangin’” especially when I think I’m looking good.

But no, Chris didn’t say that. He did like the way I looked and the way he kissed me seemed to convey that nearly perfectly. He may be traveling thru Hoboken on his way back down the shore, and asked if he could call me when he got off he PATH train. I said yes.

He’s a handsome guy, about 5’6”, to my 6’2”. Some thinning hair, but that doesn’t bother me. Also some heft around the waist and that’s also alright with me. I think it’s cute.

This is the first entry for johnozed.com. I hope you like it. Plenty of room for improvement I’m sure but hey, it’s something.

10.17.05