9/12/96 - A Simple Prop

["A simple prop/To occupy my time/This one goes out to the one I love." R.E.M., of course.]

9/12/96 - 1810 Chapala

Here we go again. This will be my last, promise, LAST romance in Santa Barbara.

Wednesday. Fathom. We know the drill. Talking to Tom at the pool table about (mostly) everybody else in the bar. [Queerscribe is right; gay bars are the same everywhere.] Tom goes, "Oh, there's Gary." I'm not sure who he means, until he specifies this tall guy, one of the many guys I've always seen around.

Actually, there is a specific story attached to Gary. At Jeff and Ron's 4th of July party, 1992, where I met Rafe, I first saw Gary and his boyfriend Richard, they were fighting. I remember kissing him briefly. (I was kissing everyone that night; it was that kind of party.)

Anyway, I've always just seen him around. A couple of weeks ago, I was unable to avoid running into A.J., and he told me about this new guy he was seeing. He pointed Gary out across the bar. I found it hard to believe that Gary would find A.J. attractive, but chacun a son etc. Later, I saw them making out, and promptly forgot all about it.

So, last night, Gary makes a point of coming up to me and introducing himself. Drinking, talking, dancing, kissing, and he ends up spending the night. He drilled me like no one has since Ben, whoooo-eee! Anyway, we got together for dinner tonight (dessert for me, late pasta for him, actually), and talked more.

I dunno, maybe I'm exhausted by the dramas already detailed in these entries. He's nice and all, the sex was certainly spectacular, but for the first time, moving is seeming so real that I'm not making even an involuntary emotional investment. He's good to talk with, he'll be a good way to pass the time 'til I'm outta here, and maybe he'll come visit me in S.F. That ought to do it.

[Yeah, it ought to have done. Sigh...]

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