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If you haven't already figured it out, I'm a dj. Club music has a power over me that most people just don't comprehend. There's nothing better than some strong vocals over some crazy synths... and I like it about as gay as it comes. Sadly, this makes me the bastard child of the dance music community, as pop remixes aren't exactly smiled upon by most. Oh well.

There's a club mix out right now by an artist named Matt Zarley. I'm pretty sure it wouldn't really do anything for a dancefloor, but this song drives me nuts (in a good way). It makes me do things I wouldn't normally do...

...such as write Mr. Zarley to tell him how much I love the song and mention that we are from the same hometown. I can't say what made me send the email, but I did. Imagine my surprise when there was a response just 10 minutes later!! More or less it was thanking me and making small talk about our crappy hometown, but a response nonetheless.

Wow, so I guess we're pen pals now? I wrote him back and made more hometown banter along with a couple "you rule" comments, clicked Send, and waited. And waited. And waited. Why didn't he write me back? I know he read it; I checked the status in my aol mail. Did I freak him out? Did I scare him off? Should I write another email apologizing for replying too quickly?

I can't stress enough that my actions are unexplainable when influenced by great music.

I'm currently in the market for a second roommate. We've run an ad in a couple local publications, including an "alternative" (and I use that term loosely) weekly and our city's daily publication, all of which hint that we're looking for a gay male. I suppose a straight guy or girl would work, too, but I don't have a whole lot of experience with straight people so I'm playing it safe.


Watching Sunday morning television, I was interrupted several times by phone calls from interested parties. Most people were turned off by the thought of signing a lease, though one man was rather enthusiastic about renting. The phone call went something like this:



Man On Phone: Yes, we spoke the other morning about the room.

Me: I'm not sure I remember. Were you the guy who was going out of town?

Man On Phone: No.

Me: Was I supposed to call you back yesterday?

Man On Phone: No.

Me: I'm not sure I remember you.

Man On Phone: Anyway, I just had a few questions about the house. Is there a gym nearby?

Me: Yes. There is Bally's and a Gold's, and I go to World Gym in the next town.

Man On Phone: Oh good. A live-in workout partner would be great.

Me: The rent is $365 a month plus a third of the utilities...

Man On Phone: That's great. So what sports do you play?

Me: I watch football, but that's about it. So anyhow the house is 1700 square feet with all hardwood floors...

Man On Phone: I play volleyball and wrestle. I'm 37 years old, six foot three, and about 175 pounds. What about you?

Me: I'm 22 and five eight. We're located right off of the interstate...

Man On Phone: So when can I come see the house? What time do you work in the mornings?

Me: I don't work until nine, but I'd really rather show the place at night or on the weekend.

Man On Phone: Ahh. So I can't drop by one morning this week?

Me: No, that's not good.

Man On Phone: Look, I'm really looking for someone to help me practice wrestling. Is that something you might be interested in?

Me: No.

Man On Phone: No?

*click*


My ad didn't say anything about long walks, quiet dinners, BDSM, top/bottom, hung4hung. I'm pretty sure it wasn't in the Men Seeking Men section.

Are roommate ads the personals for the new Millennium?

Greetings from Florida!

While I had never been remotely interested in jumping upon the blogwagon, I woke up this morning with a sudden urge to paint my thoughts all over the computer. Who knows what I am going to write about? Perhaps I'll share some cat stories with you. Maybe I'll wow you with some co-worker anecdotes. Or maybe, just maybe, I'll have something interesting to say.

Humorous situations & tomfoolery to follow*.

*Get used to sentence fragments and incomplete thoughts