The Canadian Connection

So I made I made it to Toronto in one piece and I absolutely LOVE this city. For some strange reason I got up at 4a.m. and couldn't get back to sleep (nothing to do with my recent breakup - I am so over that honestly, I need a new word for over). Then I had a hectic day ahead of me prior to getting to Toronto at 6:30p.m my Host Osbourne and our friend Chris came to meet me outside the York Fairmont and then having a delicious dinner followed by a walk downtown Toronto and ice cream at ColdStone. This is truly what the doctor ordered for me to get my head right - I am so looking forward for the long weekend in Toronto - I promise I will NOT be gone this long again...

Shaken, Not Stirred

In love and war, maintain military silence.  You can say more with silence than you can by speaking.  This is a lesson that I had to learn over time and as a good friend once told me, life ALWAYS let you repeat the class until you learn the lesson.  I have been on an emotional roller coaster since the breakup, I have gone from feeling down and depressed, to venting, retaliating and then to anger (I won't share some of the thoughts that crossed my mind - they are shocking and truly out of character to say the least) and hindsight is always twenty twenty. 

But its just interesting how its at the end that you are the most reflective and the signs of structural damage that were staring you in the face are the most pronounced. You saw things, BIG things, things that now made you pause and even want to kick yourself - but being so involved, you chose to ignore them. The lesson learned however is to always, always trust your gut and listen acutely to your instincts - we have them for a reason.  They exist to warn us of danger like a keen and overactive "spider sense". The trick is to LISTEN and not have our hearing impared by lust, emotional sappiness and the fear of ending the relationship too soon without the opportunity for it to appropriately develop.

I had to put these feelings down on paper today so that I could have it written down somewhere for future posterity should in case I lose this lesson. 

And for the Pompous, Self-Serving, Selfish, Emotionally-dead, User and Asshole of a Sham that I was just involved with (I said I was angry, I didn't say I was over it). I hope you one day learn your lesson too, so you can save the next guy the time and effort and allow him to be the "Best Thing you NEVER had." as I was and will continue to be.

I know he is going to reach out in a week or two, maybe a month - I would caution him to do so. Because the guy he is going to run into next is NOT the one that he's been dating the last 10 months - HE doesn't live here anymore.

Happy Trails everyone.

The Mourning After...

It's been a week of lessons and I have to wonder what is the statute of limitations on getting back into the game after a breakup.  For some people its a matter of days, weeks and even months - for me it was minutes and hours. 

Breakup occurred at 12:32p.m and by 1p.m. (I had other calls to return and grab a snack) I had dusted off my old Black Book and had arranged a "date" for after work that evening :-).  Is that "ho-ish" behaviour? hmmmm, I wonder.

Its nonetheless like that scene from the finale of Sex and the City Season Two where Carrie met Big outside the Plaza Hotel (his Engagement Party) and responded that: "your girl is lovely Hubble."  He didn't get it. And my Intelligent Dumbo didn't get it either - but I did. 

Maybe some MEN aren't meant to be tamed. Maybe they just need to run free til they find someone just as wild to run with..

Blame It On Me.

So my heart stopped beating for exactly five minutes at 12:32p.m. today.

The guy I have been seeing since last October 2010 broke up with me, this is someone I had met 5 years ago at a party in New Jersey and we kept in touch over the years and finally decided to date long distance and see what happened. For all in tense and purposes he was perfect - just not perfect for me.

Very few songs capture and define a relationship for me - but Chrisette Michele was dead on the money with this one:

Sometimes you can work it out
Sometimes you can't
Sometimes your forced to watch everything fall apart - it's out of your hands
Sometimes leaving is easy
Sometimes it's aint
Sometimes it hurts to know the loving you had was slowly fading away

Chorus:
You can say whatever you like
As long as we just say goodbye
Blame it on me
Say its my fault
Say that I left you outside in the cold with a broken heart
I really don't care
I ain't crying no more
Say I'm a liar a cheater
Say anything that you want
As long as it's over

I ain't a quitter
I just ain't the type
I tried to see you through
I tried to make it to the finishing line
Oh you thought it was meant to be yeah
I admit so did I
Every once in a while you think you figured it out
Sometimes your not right

Chorus

Yes I love you but I really got to lose you
Freedom is where I want to be
Yes I'll probably always love you
But I'm moving
I got to this for me.

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I am getting older though or am I just numb? As this breakup hasn't impacted me as all the others did. I love him - I will miss him, but for some reason I feel free.

Lets see how the rest of my life pans out without him in it.

Day one.

The Power of Goodbye

It's been a minute since I have been back on my blog chronicling anything - so much have happened since I made my first post and I honestly don't even know where to begin...I will say that 2009 is almost over and BOY am I happy as it has been quite a year. I should have know what this year would have in store for me given that I started it off with a breakup. First was the Pediatrician and then the Pastor and then the House Husband...now I am happily single again and wondering WHEN I will ever even THINK about pursuing my next relationship. I have discovered though the phenomenal power of goodbye and being able to walk away from something that doesn't work in the hopes of finding something that will.

I am back on track with my goals after several romantic distractions and will be back at Starbucks armed with my latte and laptop working on my novels and actually getting something published and fulfilling a lifetime dream of being an Author. I believe I have enough experiences for a BOOKSTORE of novels - so the only thing keeping me from my dream is my focus and dedication and my ability to identify distractions and walk away from them.

I am grateful that I have friends who still believe and support me and for that I am more than willing to make my dreams a reality...after all, some us DO play the devil and THEN write the novel.

Goodnight.

And so the story begins...

It's 6:47 in the morning and I should be in the gym. I didn't feel like it so I opted to take the laptop and cruise the net for a while until it was time for the three "s" (shit, shower and shave) and get dressed for work. I came across a blogspot for a Porn Star who was apologizing for comments he made on his blog...blah...blah...blah...blah. Bottom line his private feelings captured online, hurt his fans and his "production" company and he didn't mean to come across as another ABM - angry black man nor was he aware that people actually read his shit.

Then it hit me - he's a porn star with a blog. I'm a part-time writer without the discipline to keep a journal and hone my craft by writing something daily - why the hell didn't I have a blog? Hello!! So the story begins...

I found me a place on the great world wide web to capture my thoughts and by some stretch of the imagination some hopeless lurker will actually bounce across my blog by happenstance and read my stuff. Wow. The wonders of the modern age - huh? But what would I blog about?

Ever since Carrie Bradshaw took up that laptop in Sex & The City and starting jotting down her pondering about sex in the city for the New York Star, gay men everywhere have began to chronicle their inner thoughts (and thighs) through blogs, emails, IM's, Facebook, MySpace, Adam4Adam and every social networking website with a free admission and the requirement of an email address. Having a profile up somewhere seem to have become the status-quo, doesn't matter where, doesn't matter the reason or the audience or the intention. It's existence is enough. I wanted my blog to have meaning.

I didn't want to blog about my writing, my life, my romances (the present and the ill-fated), my friends or my work (God knows I talk about that a lot as it is). So I decided to meet my potential lurkers where they lived and breathed - I would write about sexuality. One sexuality in particular which is nearest and dearest, of course what else? Typical.

It's now 7:15 and I have to go, as based on my 2008 New Year's Resolution of arriving 15 minutes early and leaving 20 minutes late for work everyday I owe myself about one and a half weeks so far and its only the last week of march - go figure. Of course I will return later today or tomorrow to continue now that like all the others I have a medium of self expression. I'll need to ponder whilst taking my shower on future items to blog about but knowing the complexity of my social and romantic sex life I am sure there will be plenty. Let the blogging begin...