Oh What a weekend we had…

Friday Night, The Jew and I went after work to see the Incredibles and can honestly share that it was the most fun I’ve had at a movie in months. We then headed to a diner for some eats before bed.

Saturday, I awoke early to meet an internet date (play-date??) I met him at a Starbucks near his home, and after initial introductions and my purchase of a coffee-flavored drink, we got to know each other a little better before heading to his place to engage in the act that brought us both there. Now perhaps my manners were a bit wrong, but I felt it was my duty to uphold my long-held belief of “truth in advertising”.

I said to him “You have got to change your profile. There is no way that you can be considered ‘hung’. I’ll still blow you, but you are so not hung.”

After finishing up, I headed home to catch up on some sleep that the early “date” caused by getting up before noon on a Saturday. Hanging out at home, I got a call from my Saturday night date canceling our engagement (Kinda ok cause I already had sex and didn’t really feel like driving 2 hours to Milwaukee). It seems he had a work engagement come up at the last minute and there was no other way.

Well, hell. Now what was I to do?

Oh wait! its the first Saturday of the month. Bear Night at Touche’!!!

Bear night at Touche is a long-time Chicago tradition for me. Where else can a boy (me) that is 6′4″ 230lbs go and feel super-model thin? Bears, if you’re not aware tend to be overweight, hairy men that like to gather in dark bars, “woof” at one another, eat free pizza (delivered promptly at midnight) and drink copious amounts of liquor. I can flit through the crowd like a heroin-chic Calvin Klein model and get that feeling of fabulous lacking in other areas of my life.

I met an adorable guy (and his husband) who proceeded to share intimate details of what he wanted to do to me and with me. Since his other half was there, we made arrangements to get together Sunday afternoon to take him up on the offer. (Its not my relationship so don’t judge me for being open to an offer from someone in an open relationship).

Following the trend of my weekend, he sent me an e-mail canceling Sunday morning once again freeing up my day. Jeremy got ahold of me and asked if I’d like to go to the beach with him. Stella wanted to go too, so we packed up the car and headed to the beach. Here, to share, are some pictures of us on the way…

Stella and Daddy

Stella Stylin’

After the photoshoot and a good hour of watching and chasing Stella all over the beach we headed home for a quick rinse off of the girl and a wardrobe change to get me back out into public.

It was messy and I still feel a tad hung over. I kissed alot of men this weekend. And ya know… I know none of them will call.

and for those of you wondering…

Could it be the tooth fairy?