Friday, 20 June 1997My date with P.J. was interesting. I still haven't asked him what P.J. stands for. He's 24 but facially he seems pre-adolescent. I like his brown eyes but am not particularly attracted to him sexually. He's sweet and funny—I'm not always sure he means to be funny. I get a kick out of him. We met at the new Malaysian cafe Kuali on Maitland (where Ikaro used to be) and sat outside. P.J. nearly fell out of his chair several times in fright at the birds hovering nearby. I thought I would pee my pants, laughing. Reminded me of how terrified Matt was of bugs, particularly bees, when he came out to the farm with me.
What can I say? I enjoyed myself more than I thought I would. Decided more or less at dinner that I wasn't interested in a sexual relationship with the guy; then, he invited himself over to my place "to relax" before he had to head off to working his night shift. His forwardness aroused me and once we were sitting together close in the living room, I made the first move. And was all over him.
(Just before this, we were out on the balcony and spotted the guy in his apartment across the street masturbating out his window, watching us through binoculars. P.J. got quite a kick out of watching him through my binoculars...)
Anyway, we were kissing and fondling for a while and I was making him moan a lot which turned me on all the more. I wanted him. But he insisted we stop and have our tea. I thought it was cute and I became amusedly quiet, felt extremely seductive in the aggressive sense of the word.
So soon we were at it again and again P.J. stopped me as I tried to pull up his shirt. And he kept asking me about different aspects of what I'd shared over supper about my relationship history. It was clear he was sounding me out for what the potential was here. He did not want to "just have sex" and in fact he said he hoped the next time he came over "it wouldn't just be sexual," that we would watch a movie or something. Then he left for work.
So there I was, all horned up. I left with him and swung by to see John in drag. Walking up Church Street I was aware of how sexual I felt, and sure enough at least 2 hot men cruised me! One was what's-his-name, Rudy, the cute guy that works at the sex shop. I used to know him to say hi because Marc used to chat him up in the park and in fact I bought Marc's cock ring from him (for Valentine's Day). But last night he didn't appear to recognize me, he was simply cruising me.
It was delicious.
