This and That

Ah, the Roomba. It works. The thing is actually pretty cool, although I wouldn’t recommend it for carpeting. It’s more a sweeper than a vacuum, and it isn’t very happy even on my low-pile rug. I put it on the shag rug and it just sat there whining like beaten dog. But I’m still happy with the thing, I love gadgets.

So apparently Bento is back together with his boyfriend. No, it’s not Mike Meola, they never dated. They just denied that they had sex that one time. I’m talking about that other guy (Jonathan?) that I’ve never met because I always seem to hang out with Ben during their weekly breakup. Last week was the “real” breakup, the “final” breakup. I think it was Tuesday, and Ben was out with Matty and the boys drowning his sorrows in enough Stoli to float (or sink) the Titanic. Apparently it was a bit of a rough night for everyone involved, except the bars and liquor distributors.

So this Tuesday Ben was over for some of Carlos’s AMAZING chicken soup and a little American Idol. Joey and Woodsy were there too, and we were discussing this and that when the subject of Ben’s boyfriend came up. “You have a new one already,” I asked. And Ben said, “No, it’s the same old one.” Yes indeed, they’re back together. If they’re still together tomorrow, Ben’s going to bring him to my birthday party and introduce me. It’d be nice to be able to put a face to the name of Ben’s revolving door boyfriend.

Last night I stopped by the Crescent for a beer after a rough day at the office. It was really dead, so I just fed the jukebox and had a couple of beers. At one point I started talking to this guy named Paco. He was Mexican, probably mid-40s, and came across as a very drunk but very shy and timid guy. Not bad-looking but not great, and he was dressed (and dusty) like he worked construction. Anyway, he introduced himself and we chatted for a minute, and then I went back to my barstool and sat down. When I was leaving he grabbed my hand, I thought to say good-bye, but instead he asked to go home with me! Slurring, he said “I do not want to sleep alone. Please let me come with you and share your bed.” When I said no, he clasped my hands in his and said he’d never forget me and asked for a kiss. I said no again and left, but the whole exchange was charming rather than creepy. Most guys pulling this would creep me out, but somehow he managed to make it seem sweet and sincere. I should have taken notes.

And I left the Crescent not to go home, but to go to R Place with Adam. Adam gets worked up on occasion and hauls his cute little ass out to the bars to see if anyone wants a piece of it. Last night was one of those occasions. We each grabbed a beer and stationed ourselves at the top of the stairs to watch them come in. And boy, did they. Last night R Place was packed with hotties, and they were friendly too. I chatted with this guy from Texas who had pecs and biceps of steel. I know because I felt them. He was 24, and there with his boyfriend. Not that the boyfriend was a problem, they were in the mood to hook up and the guy proposed a 4-way as soon as I said I had to go home to Carlos. Sigh, it was not to be. Carlos bristles if anyone so much as looks at me; I think his head would explode if I brought anyone home. But it was fun to look.