The weekend has given me some time to hunt for new bloggers. I realize regular readers just ride along with me, but the new visitor is likely in some sort of pain, looking for an answer or two. I mostly just have questions though. What I am amazed about is guys who either write blogs or comment on blogs about how they decided to remain happily married (out or not), perhaps have a little something on the down low or simply plunking about the Internet keeping up with ‘current’ events.

My question to this lot, if everything is so peachy keen, why in the hell are you writing and snooping about. Life with the Misses must not be keeping your jar full. Perhaps you’re fooling others, likely you’re in the front of that line yourself, but you ain’t fooling Uncle Chris.

Toronto Chris jets off with his horny friend to Europe tomorrow. It’s crazy, but I’m not the least bit concerned about his behaviour, other than his ability to get smashed like only the British can do. I’m gonna head back to Texas to start this new venture.

With the passing of Labor Day, Washington DC will revive itself and I will endeavor to find new venues to procure a buddy to hang with. I’m a great wingman after all.

TC is complaining how it’s gotten to be a bit too much for him. The Logo channel never seems to be off. Toronto Chris played out his gayness long time ago and you won’t find him in the ‘hood, between keeping his two best bitches happy and 24-hour surveillance on me (he called me at 1 a.m. and 7:30 a.m.) and family obligations, he doesn’t have much free time.

To each his own.  But I think you need to figure out what side of the muffin you’re on here. I did my time in the hood and realized I couldn’t coup with it 24 x 7. The world is a bit bigger. Frankly, with TC under wing, we almost never did any gay community events.

Yes, I know, it’s obvious what’s going on here. With no nearby Toronto Chris, I’m pondering what’s going to happen and trying to make a contingency plan. Like so many things, much as I’d like it all to happen today, I’m going to have to be patient, wait and allow the story to unfold. Damn. Hate that.

Of course what I’m doing is 100% correct, lucky that I take pity on you. Along the way I’ve seen people in loveless, sexless, cheating, strange, co-dependent, humiliating, long distance, older/younger, younger/dead relationships of all sorts. Of course I feel compelled to comment on each one I notice. But the reality, if it works for you, it works. Screw everybody else. So wherever you are, whatever you’re doing and why ever you’re doing it. I hope you’re happy.

The key obviously is happiness. But how do you define that? What level do you need? Best guess, no matter how happy you are, you’re probably game to be a little happier (more pills help). Thus we all walk around a tad empty, some unpressed button inside. If we fixate on that too long, we tend to forget what we actually have going for us. But that’s human nature.

My happy meter is kinda of low. The brown tiger is missing and he makes me happy. He calls around the clock (I had to put him to bed again last night, I’ll be singing nursery rhymes before the end of the year). So that’s my focus. I’m forgetting the things that are going right.

Men struggle with expression of their feelings (just read any match.com profile), brown men even more (macho macho) and then add in some über sensitive homo factor and you have quite a bubbling cauldron of stuff bobbing about. TC isn’t far from his own father. He doesn’t like to express his own feelings for me. I know it though. Despite all the growling, he’s still sleeping at my front door each morning, waiting for me to start the day. Actions speaking louder than words.

TC is very private and I’m not. He continues to worry about the ‘sugar daddy’ imagine we portray together, though frankly, that’s far from the truth (I’m working on making him a sugar boy). Once I get him started, the things he worries about is a long list.

Monday he’s off to Europe in what may be a last big adventure for a while, I’m only sorry I can’t go with.

The Washington, DC metro area has 5.4 million people, roughly there is ~ 1.5 million adult males, let’s figure 5% are homo, that’s 75,000 boys in need. Figure 2% of these are closeted, in denial or just plain crazy. That leaves a grand available total of 45k homos available for immediate delivery.

Unfortunately, there were only 100 homos and a handful of bitches at JR’s the other night, leaving 44,900 unaccounted for. I wanna know where you’re hiding at. That sounds like a lot of missing homos and perhaps I need to file a report with the authorities.

Unfortunately, statistics can get pretty depressing. If you’re situated in lovely Oklahoma City, OK — the math works out to a mere 9k available adult homos. Barely enough to keep Single in the City satisfied for a one year. My message is there is more out there to be found. Many similar to Single in the City (now Sick in the City) looking for love. But perhaps looking for love in all the wrong places (wasn’t that a song).

Toronto Chris UPDATE: The brown tiger is back living with his parents, growling already, but safe away from big white hockey players who devour brown treats. He’s in theory already packing for Europe (1 bag, 900 pounds of stuff). He’s thinking about his living situation, it’s gonna get interested about 1 October.