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Friday, July 23, 2004
Not Another American
I am so full of energy. I just got home and had a very interesting evening. I don't even know where to start.
I met someone tonight. Let's call him *Clark Kent*. He's so fuckin' beautiful and has an amazing body. I have pictures to prove it. God, I've never met anyone so vain and assured of himself in all my life. It was both a turn on and a turn off.
Sample conversation:
Me: "You are so handsome."
Him: "Yeah I know!"
So get this: He's American who's in town only for the weekend. Oh... not to mention... he's blonde. If you've been keeping track, it looks like my streak of blondes is not about to fade anytime soon.
But here's the kicker: Clark Kent looks alot like the guy I fell hard for 18 months ago. (You can read up on the back story here and here). In some quiet moments, I treated Clark Kent as if he was someone else, someone that I loved very deeply.
Our kisses were amazing. The sex was great. I shot a huge load all over his face and he loved it. I told him I have a little fetish with showers, and he let me indulge. That made me a happy guy. Still, I came away feeling empty tonight.
There's more I wish to share like the fact that I am alone in my bed and he's not here with me. But enough of this drama. I had a lot of fun. In the meantime, I need to get some sleep. I have work tomorrow.
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