So I looked back through my archives and damnit, as the "black gay blogger" I hadn't written about anything gay in quite a while! Guess I better get to work.

The main reason I hadn't had anything to say on the whole love front is because basically it's been a bunch of bullshit for the past four months (or more). I invested time into a manchild who I somehow thought was the right guy for me and instead just ended up being a continued lesson in "How To Be Aloof, Indifferent and Lead People On". In other words, he likes me, I like him. He gets me, but I don't get him, and he doesn't want to intrude with me and he don't feel the need to tell me anything about his past which attributes to him acting so screwy because it's "not important". Ugh…I so ain't sign up for this shit.

An old friend of mine Escobar from the WBS.net/Go.com days moved up to Atlanta recently. I knew him when we both lived in Alabama, met when I lived in Huntsville, and had amazing sex after I handed The Ex his walking papers. We met up again a year later when he wanted to stay with me for Black Gay Pride, which I had no problem with. I did have a problem with him bringing a friend unannounced who proceeded to take over my apartment like it was his. I kicked his friend out and Escobar quickly followed him. Ah well. So when I saw him on Adam4Adam and we struck up a conversation, I knew it wasn't going anywhere. I asked him if we could meet up and grab a bite to eat and he says, "Oh, that sounds too much like a date to me." The hell? According to him, he'd moved to the land of milk and honey (or in his case sperm and lube) and felt he was now too good to hang out with me. "I'm on a different level; I hang out with a different crowd…I'm trying to make moves with the right people."

Ugh. Nigga please.

In other lame brotha news, I got a number on Saturday while in Publix from a semi-cute nerdy looking guy. I call him Saturday evening…nothing. I call twice on Sunday…nothing. I call him Monday when I get home from work…nothing. This morning while I'm ironing my clothes, I get a call from him which went ike this:

Karsh: Hello?

Publix Guy: Yeah.

Karsh: Hello?

Publix Guy: Yeah?

Karsh: Hello?

Publix Guy: Who is this?

Karsh: You called me.

Publix Guy: Oh, I'm returning a message someone left me. Is this Karsh?

Karsh: Yes.

Publix Guy: And I know you from…where now? Was it Adam4Adam? Men4Now? Men4Sexnow? M4MUSA? Gay.com?

Karsh: (thinking) Well goddamn! No, actually, you gave me your number in Publix on Saturday afternoon.

Publix Guy: I did? Nah, I don't remember that. You must have the wrong number.

Karsh: Wrong number? You called me!

Publix Guy: Holla.

You coupled folks have it so easy.