The Gym
I know I always say it, but I've been so busy that there is just not enough time to blog. But I have good material and so I had to post. However, this entry is not going to be about working out. I just have two anecdotes that both involve the gym, so I had to write.
Earlier this week I was working out at my favorite location of NYSC – I have a passport membership so I can use all 60 plus locations in the tri-state area...go me, right?!? My favorite location is at 14th Street between 6th and 7th Avenues. Why is it my favorite? I could say that I like the spacious layout and the great equipment (Which is all true), but I go there because of the beautiful Men! Yup, its all about the hotties on the floor. They give me inspiration to push myself harder and they certainly ain't bad to look at either.
So there I was on the leg press the other night when this tall, dark and handsome man mounts the triceps pushdown machine directly across from me. I recognize him immediately. Its Arpard Miklos, one of my favorite porn stars. Now I don't actually own any porn with him in it (side note, I only own one porn DVD and I won it at a bar), but I read the rags and go out so I've seen him in action. In fact, he is in this one skin flick where he fucks my other favorite "actor", Wilfred Knight. Man that is so hot.
But as hot as Arpad is, I just had to laugh when I looked at him. Perhaps it was just nervous laughter, or maybe it is because I am uncomfortable with the fact that I've seen him naked and having sexual relations? It is a shame that I am jealous of his freedom to express his sexuality on the small screen. I wonder why I am so puritanical about sex. Not that I don't love sex, but I am not going to be striping down in front of the camera any time soon. I'll never really know what made me chuckle. All I know is that sightings like this make living in NYC so great. Aside from LA, where else in U.S. can you "see" people like this? I can open magazines and then sit on the subway next the person on the cover the very next day – see my previous post "I Want My Pablo TV" which tells the tale of another example. It makes all the other crap I put up with worth it...well maybe. All I know is that Arpad is free to come back to my pad anytime...and the best thing is it could happen.
This next story is just another one of those isn't it ironic moments. During decameter I was using a different location of NYSC (41st Street) due to the fact that 14th Street was under construction. One night, I saw this guy from across the room; we kept smiling at each other but neither of us made a move. I don't like to really cruise on the gym floor; I am there to workout and respect other people's space as well. Also, I don't like to air my dirty laundry in public – there I go again with my hang ups.
On my way out, I walked passed him, he smiled again, and by the time I got downstairs I said to myself, "Go back there and give him your number." Which I did! Long story short, we had two dates. We fooled around on the first date. Typical gay man move, can’t keep it in our pants. And then on the second date, I was really late...thanks to my fucking job. That night he wanted pizza and I told him I couldn't – thanks to my citrus allergy and lactose intolerance – I think it might have been then that we both realized that this was might not be meant to happen. After dinner that night, I walked him back to his apartment. When we got to his building he says, "I'd invite you up, but my place is a mess and I have to work early tomorrow." I was kind of shocked, especially since I had just walked like 10 blocks to his apartment building. I ask if he had any plans for Saturday and he said he had to do some holiday shopping. I asked if he had plans for Saturday night, to which he responded, "I don't want to make plans, because if I end up having a late lunch with a friend then I won't want to do dinner. So I'll call you if I can hang out."
Needless to say, I never got a call, and it has been a month now, and still no call. Let's just say I was not expecting a call, in fact the next day I made plans for Saturday night because I wasn’t going to be stuck waiting by the phone. And anyways, that was pretty much the blow off right there. I wasn't born yesterday.
So long story short, tonight I went to that location with a friend to work out. As I am telling him the reason I've not been to that club for a while, would you believe the guy walks right past us. Here is what makes it even more hysterical, I can't for the life of me remember this guy’s name. I guess I blocked it out, because I don’t have time for flakes!
So there you have it folks, only in New York.
Earlier this week I was working out at my favorite location of NYSC – I have a passport membership so I can use all 60 plus locations in the tri-state area...go me, right?!? My favorite location is at 14th Street between 6th and 7th Avenues. Why is it my favorite? I could say that I like the spacious layout and the great equipment (Which is all true), but I go there because of the beautiful Men! Yup, its all about the hotties on the floor. They give me inspiration to push myself harder and they certainly ain't bad to look at either.
So there I was on the leg press the other night when this tall, dark and handsome man mounts the triceps pushdown machine directly across from me. I recognize him immediately. Its Arpard Miklos, one of my favorite porn stars. Now I don't actually own any porn with him in it (side note, I only own one porn DVD and I won it at a bar), but I read the rags and go out so I've seen him in action. In fact, he is in this one skin flick where he fucks my other favorite "actor", Wilfred Knight. Man that is so hot.
But as hot as Arpad is, I just had to laugh when I looked at him. Perhaps it was just nervous laughter, or maybe it is because I am uncomfortable with the fact that I've seen him naked and having sexual relations? It is a shame that I am jealous of his freedom to express his sexuality on the small screen. I wonder why I am so puritanical about sex. Not that I don't love sex, but I am not going to be striping down in front of the camera any time soon. I'll never really know what made me chuckle. All I know is that sightings like this make living in NYC so great. Aside from LA, where else in U.S. can you "see" people like this? I can open magazines and then sit on the subway next the person on the cover the very next day – see my previous post "I Want My Pablo TV" which tells the tale of another example. It makes all the other crap I put up with worth it...well maybe. All I know is that Arpad is free to come back to my pad anytime...and the best thing is it could happen.
This next story is just another one of those isn't it ironic moments. During decameter I was using a different location of NYSC (41st Street) due to the fact that 14th Street was under construction. One night, I saw this guy from across the room; we kept smiling at each other but neither of us made a move. I don't like to really cruise on the gym floor; I am there to workout and respect other people's space as well. Also, I don't like to air my dirty laundry in public – there I go again with my hang ups.
On my way out, I walked passed him, he smiled again, and by the time I got downstairs I said to myself, "Go back there and give him your number." Which I did! Long story short, we had two dates. We fooled around on the first date. Typical gay man move, can’t keep it in our pants. And then on the second date, I was really late...thanks to my fucking job. That night he wanted pizza and I told him I couldn't – thanks to my citrus allergy and lactose intolerance – I think it might have been then that we both realized that this was might not be meant to happen. After dinner that night, I walked him back to his apartment. When we got to his building he says, "I'd invite you up, but my place is a mess and I have to work early tomorrow." I was kind of shocked, especially since I had just walked like 10 blocks to his apartment building. I ask if he had any plans for Saturday and he said he had to do some holiday shopping. I asked if he had plans for Saturday night, to which he responded, "I don't want to make plans, because if I end up having a late lunch with a friend then I won't want to do dinner. So I'll call you if I can hang out."
Needless to say, I never got a call, and it has been a month now, and still no call. Let's just say I was not expecting a call, in fact the next day I made plans for Saturday night because I wasn’t going to be stuck waiting by the phone. And anyways, that was pretty much the blow off right there. I wasn't born yesterday.
So long story short, tonight I went to that location with a friend to work out. As I am telling him the reason I've not been to that club for a while, would you believe the guy walks right past us. Here is what makes it even more hysterical, I can't for the life of me remember this guy’s name. I guess I blocked it out, because I don’t have time for flakes!
So there you have it folks, only in New York.
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