Put the Lotion on Your Hands (not the bucket!)

We've hit 95 for 18 days in a row here in Small Town. I think my sweat is sweating.

Not to sound old, but the heat really zaps me, and I just don't feel like doing much when I get home from work/gym. Hence the lack of posts. Plus I worked last night too.

After surviving the A GAYS and several days of work, I had a special little outing (more on that too) Thursday evening.

Cool new guy (Jerry) needed to get away from his family for a bit, so we met for dinner. More getting to know you type talk at the table of my favorite Mexican place. I know, I know...Mexican is not ideal food for a 2nd date...but whatever. Jerry suggests we go take a walk on the riverfront. It's late...9:00ish...so it's cooled off a little. We take a stroll, sit on a bench, and continue talking about this and that. Mosquitoes just love my tasty skin, so I'm swatting and slapping. At one point, a barge is floating by and I reach over to swat away a bug. Jerry says "Wes, I was reaching for your hand and you pulled away." Feeling embarrassed and giggly, I grab his hand. Jerry remarks, "Wow, your hands are rough! I thought they'd be soft because all you do is hold a microphone all day!"

Laughter and hilarity ensued.

We're taking things slowly...a day at a time...this weekend I'll visit him in the Big City and we'll see what happens next.

Oh yeah...I was told I was a good kisser too.

Back to my other 'outing'. Last week at the visitation and funeral, several people paying their respects came over and said, "I know you, you look so familiar." Not that Jerry is obviously gay. But when you get multiple well dressed mo's and a few dykey lesbians...we all stick out like a drag queen at a rugby match...especially in small small small town BFE.

Alrighty...let the countdown to next weekend begin!

"W"