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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Malibu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fondue'/><title type='text'>Malibu Boy</title><content type='html'>I tend to write a blog post every time I meet a new boy that has "potential." I have no idea if I'm jinxing myself or not by doing this, but I guess I always just have an urge to share. So it's been a while since Will. That ended in December. There have been two more guys that were more than just the casual one-time date. But obviously, they didn't work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This new boy, dubbed Malibu (cuz he lives in Malibu), is super cute, has a very attractive body, and has a really nice personality. He's very laid back. He's also very smart and motivated. And I can tell he's a really sweet and kind person. We met on OKCupid. He actually messaged me first. And I must say that the guys that usually message me, I'm not interested in. So when I got a message from this attractive guy that I seemed to have lots in common with, I was rather surprised and excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just messaged each other back and forth for a bit, asking each other questions about ourselves. Finally, he asked if we wanted to exchange Facebooks and I said YES because I was dying to see my more pictures of him. I wasn't disappointed. He's just as cute in all of his pictures and I found out that he has traveled to so many places in the world. Something that I'm totally jealous about! He also loved seeing all my pictures (especially the really embarrassing ones from Disney. haha). We chat for a bit in the Facebook chat, but it wasn't long before he asked for my number. So of course I gave it to him. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I warned him that I'm a HUGE texter. And maybe he didn't believe me... but after a day, he said, "Wow you do like to text!" And I immediately got scared because that didn't sound very good. I apologized... not knowing what to say to that. But he reassured me it was ok and he was just kind of playing with me. Guess it was my paranoia because I tend to just text like crazy and it probably comes off as real needy. The fact is that i'm BORED and I just find texting to be a good way to pass the time. But anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided on meeting up. I would drive up to him to have a dinner and a movie. He chose a nice, quaint, outdoor French cafe where we would share a fondue. I had never actually had fondue before so it was a neat new experience. We just talked and got to know more of each other. We're both a bit quiet so it was a little hard to get conversation going. But it wasn't painful. I just really wish I was better at conversations. I really is my biggest downfall :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose to watch Scream 4 in the theaters. I paid for the movie because I already had pre-paid movie passes. OH and I paid for dinner too. I snatched up the bill when it came and he tossed over his credit card, but I pushed it back and offered to pay the whole thing. Right move to make, right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the movie theater... not much talking going on in there, so maybe that was a good thing since we're both not very good at starting conversations. In the middle of the movie, I put my arm on the arm rest and my hand got near his hand. That was my move. He took the signal and kinda inched his pinky onto my hand, so I quickly grabbed onto his hand... a scary part was coming up so I was glad he did it. :P By the way.. I'm SOOO bad when it comes to watching scary movies. I JUMP at the slightest thing. You'd probably be embarrassed to know me if you were with me in the theaters watching a scary movie. BUT, I tried to keep it in control as much as possible when with him. I kinda took advantage of that a little bit to get closer to him ;) He didn't seem to mind. Plus he was saying he was cold in the theater so I tried to get close without making it obvious that we were two gay guys holding onto each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I thought the movie went well so I was slightly confident with how the date was going. We walked out of the theater and it was already 1am so we knew we were parting ways. We parked in opposite directions so I asked if he would take me to my car since he knew his way around. When we got into the car, he asked what music I like. I said everything but rap. He seemed a little disappointed in that answer. And then I asked what his schedule is like and what days he has school. Trying to figure out what days we could get together again... So by the time we got to my car, I asked him when he would be free again. He answers, "Well, I'm pretty busy with school... I have finals in a week, and then it's my graduation.. so I'm busy." Hearing that, I just kinda took the hint that he wasn't interested. I mean, if he WAS interested, he wouldn't have said all that right? So I just kinda turned to him and said "well, you just let me know when you're free if you still want to hang out then." So with a little disappointment, I turned to him in my seat and motioned for a hug goodnight instead of the kiss goodnight that I would've like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of his car and walked to my car, all the while thinking, "well, I guess I blew it somehow. Didn't go as well as I had hoped." He drove off and I was on my way. I had about a 30-40 min drive to get back home, but I didn't want to wait until I got home to send the obligatory "I had a fun time" text. So I broke my rule of No Texting While Driving and sent him a text. He text me back and asked if I was home already. I said no. He asked "what about your no texting while driving rule?" I said, "I made an exception for you." hehehehe. good one right? He said back, "Aww. I had a good time too. I'm surprised you didn't kiss me." GASP, did I read his signals wrong? I told him I really wanted to but I wasn't sure if he wanted me to. And then he told me that he would've enjoyed a kiss goodnight. I sent back "*kicks self for missing out on kissing a great guy* I hope I get another chance." Aren't I just the cutest? LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I got home, we text each other a bit more and he asks if I had Skype. I said yes. He said he asked because he'd like that kiss goodnight. Hehe. Very cute. But I don't really do well with webcams. You'd think maybe on webcam, conversations would be easier than in real life. But it actually is more awkward for me. I don't know. I'm just weird I guess. So we turn on the webcam and he's super hot and shirtless. And I'm all frumpy with Asian fro hair. We just kinda talk about nothing and then I offer him the kiss goodnight. It was really cute and sweet that he wanted to Skype. It meant he wanted to see me and that he's still interested, so I'm happy with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was actually just the night before. So it's rather new. I just hope that he doesn't play games. I don't really want to play games anymore. You know... the I'm gonna wait until he texts me first. And if he texts too much, then he's just too needy. And if he makes himself too available then I'm going to lose interest. Argh. Why does that happen? I just feel like with these games, noone ever wins. So I hope he's not that kind of guy. We seem to have things in common so hopefully we have feelings about not playing games in common too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll most likely update more about Malibu on my Twitter. So if you wanna know more, I'd suggest you follow me on Twitter @nytedragon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's super late. We just had another Skype date because he text me and asked if I could get on to wish him goodnight. So cute. Again, he was hot and shirtless. I told him he's just so cute. He seemed to like that. I mean, who doesn't like to be told that they're cute, right? ;) Well, anyway.. heading to bed. Fingers crossed for this one, ok?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-5491616933889744476?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5491616933889744476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=5491616933889744476&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5491616933889744476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5491616933889744476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2011/04/malibu-boy.html' title='Malibu Boy'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-318427256515371451</id><published>2010-12-06T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T23:01:45.148-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cee-lo Green'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='YouTube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gwenyth Paltrow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fuck you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glee'/><title type='text'>Fuck You!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;I see you driving 'round town&lt;br /&gt;With the guy i love and i'm like,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, ooo, ooo&lt;br /&gt;I guess the change in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't enough i'm like,&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;And fuck him too!&lt;br /&gt;I said, if i was richer, I'd still be with ya&lt;br /&gt;Ha, now ain't that some shit? (ain't that some shit?)&lt;br /&gt;although there's pain in my chest&lt;br /&gt;I still wish you the best with a&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, ooo, ooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i'm sorry, i can't afford a ferrari,&lt;br /&gt;But that don't mean i can't get you there.&lt;br /&gt;I guess he's an xbox and i'm more atari,&lt;br /&gt;But the way you play your game ain't fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity the fool that falls in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Oooooo,&lt;br /&gt;I've got some news for you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah go run and tell your little boyfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pc0mxOXbWIU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pc0mxOXbWIU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1_B9FCZJMA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/e1_B9FCZJMA?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-318427256515371451?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/318427256515371451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=318427256515371451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/318427256515371451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/318427256515371451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/12/fuck-you.html' title='Fuck You!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-3033684285319395822</id><published>2010-11-30T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:23:23.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><title type='text'>Things Are Short Lived...</title><content type='html'>I'm not ok. I don't feel good. Will didn't turn out like I wanted. It was going to be awesome... if only he hadn't just gotten out of a relationship with his ex-bf. Now he wants to date around... see what's out there. Which I get. But then he's telling me about the guy that he went on a date with. And he's telling me that he can confide in me because he feels comfortable with me. WTF does that mean? He doesn't feel he needs to be purely romantic, purely sexual, or purely friendly with me. His words. So I'm just the in-between guy. That makes me feel SOOO good.... :-/ &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's not sure if I'm the right guy.. he wants to find out what's out there first before settling. So I MAY be the one, but he doesn't know. Whatever... I told him fine... that's all great.. but I'm not going to be waiting around forever for him to figure that out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so disheartened... heartbroken... frustrated... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-3033684285319395822?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3033684285319395822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=3033684285319395822&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3033684285319395822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3033684285319395822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/things-are-short-lived.html' title='Things Are Short Lived...'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-3528000952346365185</id><published>2010-11-17T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:47:38.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Will'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boiling crab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='300th post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty and the beast'/><title type='text'>So Freakin' Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;So why am I so happy? Haha. Well... Seriously 2 days after I wrote the "Search for a BF" blog post, I randomly get a message on Facebook from someone I did not know. It said something like:&lt;br /&gt;"hey there. You look real familiar. Do you go to CSUF (a nearby college)? Or have you been in my Starbucks? I work at the one next to Disneyland."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I respond:&lt;br /&gt;"no I don't go to CSUF and I don't think I go to tour Starbucks enough for you to recognize me. But you are friends with a few of my friends at Disney. No matter! It's nice to meet you. And you have a great smile, btw."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had checked out his profile to make sure he liked boys first. :P and then from there we messaged each other a few times on Facebook and learned a little more about each other. He eventually gave me his number and said "we should hang out soon."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there we kept texting each other. I still hadn't met him yet so I found out when he was working next and told him I'd visit and get a coffee. So I stopped by. He was so excited to see me. He gave me my drink for free. :) unfortunately there was a line so I didn't stay to talk. But it served its purpose. I just wanted to see what he looked like in person. So I said we should actually have lunch and get to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for sushi. He loves Asian food. In fact, he loves Asians. Haha. He actually learned Chinese and is a Buddhist. He knows more Chinese than I do! He's SUPER tall. He's 6'5". And he wears really cute glasses... Such a turn on! And he's just a really sweet guy. Oh and he's HOT. Like, one of the cutest, hottest guys that I know. He's also younger.. 21. So I'm 5 years older... But it doesn't seem to bother him. Oh, and his name is Will :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for our first meeting, I was actually really comfortable talking to him. It was really fun to just get to know him. And I was able to talk about myself without feeling like, "am i going to say the wrong thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both enjoyed each other's company and said we felt really comfy with each other. So I asked him again what we should be... Friends with Benefits or more? I then added that I would love it if we were more than just friends with benefits because I really liked him. He immediately agreed and said he wanted more as well. So I told him that we should just go on a couple more dates to get to know each other more and not put any pressure on each other by saying we're in a relationship with each other or anything like that yet. He liked the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we hung out again a few nights ago. He came over to watch Harry Potter and he brought over a pie and ice cream. :) we cuddled up on the couch and talked and watched the movie. Soooo awesome. We stopped the movie halfway and went into my room because we couldn't keep our hands off each other :P No details... but it was definitely a good time. After that and after watching the rest of the movie, it was late. So I invited him to stay the night. :) guess he planned on it because he had clothes in the car :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the rest of the night on my bed telling each other our life story. It was great to just lay there with him and talk. I've never done that with another boy. And he would randomly just grab my face and give me a peck. So damn cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, we went on another date. I originally had invited my roommate to see the Beauty and Beast stage show. I had gotten a pair of free tickets through work. This morning, my roommate texts me and offers her tickets to Will. She said that she wanted us to have a fun night out together. She's being really supportive because she wants the best for me. And I told her this is one of the nicest things she's ever done for me. :) So I offered the tickets to him and he immediately jumped at the chance. We rode in the same car to the theater.. and as we walked up to the theater, he reached for and held my hand. So cute! And after that, when we were walking around, he put his arms around me. During the show, he reached for my hand and just kissed it. He just knows what to do to put a smile on my face. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;The show was also Will's "debut" to my friends. Two of my friends were also at the show. So he was introduced to them. One of them already knew him because Will is that awesome Starbucks barista that remembers who you are and your drink of choice. ;) But yeah, I was excited to introduce him to my friends. Because he's WAY hot and yes, I wanted to show him off! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;After the show, we were both hungry, so we drove through a fast food joint and brought it back to my house. We just sat in bed, watching TV, and eating fast food. He said it was refreshing to be with someone that enjoyed eating. :) I had to agree. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Tomorrow night, we're going out for dinner at a place called the Boiling Crab. I've only heard GREAT things about the place and I'm excited for him to introduce me to it. I'm just super excited about spending more time with him. I'm enjoying it and letting things just happen. I'm making sure not to put pressure on each other and I think that's what making being with him enjoyable. :) YAY! So happy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;(BTW! This was my 300th Post! YAY!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-3528000952346365185?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3528000952346365185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=3528000952346365185&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3528000952346365185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3528000952346365185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-freakin-happy.html' title='So Freakin&apos; Happy'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-8145839064978605166</id><published>2010-11-16T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T00:51:09.860-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas music'/><title type='text'>Never Too Early</title><content type='html'>It's NEVER to early in my books for CHRISTMAS music! I love listening to Christmas music! It just makes me happy to listen to the songs that I grew up with and all the new songs that have been created in recent years. It just makes me think about being around friends and family... it always brings a smile to my face. :) I love this time of year --- and I won't let anyone tell me that it's too early!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Tis the Season everyone!!&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-8145839064978605166?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8145839064978605166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=8145839064978605166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/8145839064978605166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/8145839064978605166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/never-too-early.html' title='Never Too Early'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-4022125532023865095</id><published>2010-11-10T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T02:48:04.654-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>The Search for a BF</title><content type='html'>More and more, I'm thinking about how nice it would be to have a relationship with a guy that I love and that loves me back for who I am. I hadn't really thought too much about having a boyfriend until recently. I mean, yes, I've wanted to meet guys and date. But I think I'm finally ready to have a relationship with a boy. I've become a LOT more comfortable with myself and how I live my life. It would just be great to have someone to have fun with, laugh with, talk to, etc. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only problem is, I still haven't figured out how to find the guy of my dreams. I seem to be looking in all the wrong places. When will I finally find him? And how will it end up happening? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-4022125532023865095?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4022125532023865095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=4022125532023865095&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/4022125532023865095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/4022125532023865095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/search-for-bf.html' title='The Search for a BF'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-7330992981956096500</id><published>2010-10-25T00:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T00:38:48.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work out'/><title type='text'>I'm Bored...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So my Halloween costume isn't as slutty as last year's Buzz Lightyear costume.. but I'm still going to be slightly sexy. I'm going to have a sleeveless shirt on so I'm going to need my arms to look good. So I was just working out my biceps right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I got bored so I opened Photo Booth and took a pic :P Enjoy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/TMUzaRuZGTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/_tRUmqQ81P8/s320/Photo+827.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531884243822123314" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-7330992981956096500?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7330992981956096500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=7330992981956096500&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7330992981956096500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7330992981956096500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/10/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m Bored...'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/TMUzaRuZGTI/AAAAAAAAAe0/_tRUmqQ81P8/s72-c/Photo+827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-7841451561908300413</id><published>2010-10-21T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T02:23:53.571-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='las vegas'/><title type='text'>26th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It was my 26th birthday this past Sunday! It was a REALLY long day.... Let's do a quick explanation of why it was one of the longest days I've had in a while:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saturday night, I was at Disneyland with family until 11pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And then I went home to study my lesson plans for a class I had to teach at work in the morning... a class that I didn't know I had to teach until a few days before&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stayed up until 3:30am to get comfortable with the "script" of the class&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Woke up at 7:30am, on my birthday, to get ready and be at work at 9:00am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arrived at 9:00am to prep the classroom, class started at 10am&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;8 hour class... with an extra 45 minutes of wrap-up time for me. Didn't leave work 'til 7pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went straight from work to a birthday dinner with my friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;At the birthday dinner, one of my friends ask me, "What do you have to do tomorrow?" which means, "Do you want to go to Vegas?" -- they/we go to Vegas all the time&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After some convincing, I agree to go to Vegas for the night!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We leave for Vegas at 11pm... arrive there at 2:30am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We immediately walk down the Strip and find drinks and get drunk&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We stay up until the sun comes up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We go back to our cars to sleep/nap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We wake up at 9:15am to satisfy my craving for a Vegas buffet&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We eat at the Mirage breakfast buffet... stay for the beginning of lunch and I eat my favorite buffet food: crag legs!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friend drives us back home in a hurry, because I have to be at work for my show choir at 4:30pm&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I make it home at 3:45pm, rush in to get changed, and then rush out the door.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I arrive at show choir just a few minutes late... have a 3 hour rehearsal with my students&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I rush out of rehearsal to go to Disney for work... rehearsals for the Christmas parade.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rehearsals at Disney last from 8-midnight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I arrive back home past midnight... which is now technically Tuesday morning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Instead of going straight to bed, I shower and watch two hours of TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And then I peacefully sleep in my bed until 1pm  :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though it was a very hectic, busy, and tiring few days, it was an awesome birthday spent with great friends. I really enjoyed myself and I wouldn't change it one bit. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/TMAF--dCpgI/AAAAAAAAAes/CaUtrOEGD6Q/s320/IMG_8573.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530426921885804034" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-7841451561908300413?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7841451561908300413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=7841451561908300413&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7841451561908300413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7841451561908300413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/10/26th-birthday.html' title='26th Birthday'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/TMAF--dCpgI/AAAAAAAAAes/CaUtrOEGD6Q/s72-c/IMG_8573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-2443340587763937470</id><published>2010-10-16T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T03:28:55.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showpantssaturday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Follow Me on Twitter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If you don't follow me on Twitter, this is what you're missing out on:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/TLl97vL86rI/AAAAAAAAAeU/3lHounkGsgU/s320/Me_AussieBum.jpeg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528588482806344370" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was taken for #showpantssaturday! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Follow me &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/nytedragon"&gt;@nytedragon&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-2443340587763937470?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2443340587763937470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=2443340587763937470&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2443340587763937470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2443340587763937470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/10/follow-me-on-twitter.html' title='Follow Me on Twitter!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/TLl97vL86rI/AAAAAAAAAeU/3lHounkGsgU/s72-c/Me_AussieBum.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-7713019404781857467</id><published>2010-10-15T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T01:58:09.293-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garrett'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hookup site'/><title type='text'>My Internet Crush</title><content type='html'>Two months ago, I was on the internet &lt;strike&gt;dating&lt;/strike&gt; hookup site that I always go on just checking out the guys on there when I get a message from a really cute guy. Hmm, why is this cute boy messaging me? When I looked at his pics, I thought to myself, "This is exactly the type of guy that I am attracted to!" So, I was excited to get a message from him and more interested to know why he would be interested in me. So I message him back and strike up a conversation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His name is Garrett. He's white, a bit shorter than me, athletic build, swimmer, likes working out, WAY cute, funny, educated, motivated. Everything I want in a guy :P But after a few more messages, I notice that he's from Arizona.... 500 miles away :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But that didn't stop me from messaging him and getting to know him better. He seemed to be interested in learning more about me as well. And since then, we've been talking every now and then. We've also swapped phone numbers so we text each other as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, every time we chat now, it seems so superficial. It's always, "Hey, how's it going?" "What have you been up to lately?" "What'd you do today?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm such a bad conversation starter. I'm even worse at keeping conversations going. So, everyone, please help me out! What do I talk about now? How do I keep our conversations interesting?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know you're asking, "Why are you so interested in keeping fresh with him? He lives far away..." Well, it turns out that he's getting a job offer out here in California in a month or two! He won't exactly be right next door, but he'll only be about 1.5 hours away. Way better than the 5-6 hours away that he is now. So we're most likely going to be meeting each other when he comes out here. I just want to keep him interested in me from now until then.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So how do I keep him interested? How do I make good conversation?... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-7713019404781857467?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7713019404781857467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=7713019404781857467&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7713019404781857467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7713019404781857467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-internet-crush.html' title='My Internet Crush'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-7874901160338024517</id><published>2010-10-14T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T02:19:57.770-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mini-crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hookup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jonah'/><title type='text'>I Broke The Rule...</title><content type='html'>I had a rule... never get mixed up with the drama at work. That means, don't date guys from work, don't hook up with guys from work. Nothing good ever comes from it. Relationships are bound to end and people get nasty. It has happened time and time again and I just see it destroying friendships. Not just the two people who are involved.. but all the people around them because then we have to choose sides... Just bad all around. So that was my rule... Don't Date/Hookup From Work!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... it happened. I broke the rule. A few weeks ago, one of the boys from work, Jonah, came up to me to just chat. He's a definite cutie. He's younger, by 3 or 4 years. He has such a great personality.. very fun loving and kind. He just has the cutest face and a really toned body. He once told me that he never works out.... damn him and his awesome genes. I guess I've always had a little bit of a crush on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to what was going on... he came up to me to chat. Then he proceeded to tell me that he has a mini-crush on me. I was taken aback. I was surprised and flattered and a bit excited all at the same time. He just thinks that I'm cute, I guess. So I then also told him that I've had a mini-crush on him for a while now too. :P He seemed to be happy to hear that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since that chat, we've been a bit more touchy with each other. We'll give each other hugs more often and just kind of hold each other or sit close to each other. A very innocent thing, but totally cute and totally comfortable. And then one day, he taught me a few phrases in Korean (he's learning Korean.. he loves Koreans). He taught me the basics: "Hello" and "How are you?" And then also, "You have a cute butt" and "I want to do it with you." LOL. Well, if that isn't telling me something, then I don't know what is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeping my rule in mind, I kind of played it off and just laughed. And then we left work. But I was definitely thinking about it that whole night. Well... a few hours later, at home, I was bored and a bit horny (when am I not?). So I decided to get on Jonah's facebook and write on his wall: "So can you teach me how to say those Korean phrases again? :P"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few minutes later, he messaged me on iChat. Actually, he attempted to video chat me so that he could teach me how to say it. Well, for whatever reason, the video chat wasn't working. It just wouldn't start up. Being playful, I say, "Well, you just have to come over and teach me in person." I forget what was said next, but to summarize, he said not to tempt him because he was pretty horny. Well, I definitely didn't stop it... OK, I actually encouraged him to come over. But really... I didn't think he was actually going to do it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the next thing he said was that he was going to hop in the shower and then head over. Whoa! It was really going to happen! Not sure what exactly was going to happen when he got here, but I was starting to get nervous! What am I wearing? What do I look like? What are we going to do when he gets here? Do I need a shower too? Seriously 10 million things going on in my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, I ended up taking that shower. He got here about 15 minutes later. (oh did I mention that by this time, it was 4am?) I showed him to my room and we laid down on the bed together. I turned on the TV and we just kind of cuddled for a bit. It was really cute. We were spooning. And I hadn't had someone to do that with in a REALLY long time. And after a few minutes of that, he turned towards me and gave me a peck. And that little peck led to a pretty hot makeout session. And the makeout session led to clothes coming off. And well... you get the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok... so he really likes rimming. He's a big fan of ass. And I guess he was a big fan of mine. and I wasn't complaining! He did that for a REALLY long time. It was awesome. And then there was some humping going on... which is the international signal for "I want to stick it in." Well, I really wasn't anticipating it getting this far... so I was a little hesitant at first. But... he made me extremely horny and I just couldn't say no. So I went and grabbed the condoms and lube and told him to let me have it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow it was awesome. He had a nice cock. It was a nice size... not too big or small. Just perfect. And it definitely hit the spot! After pounding me from behind, he had me sit on it. And THAT really hit the spot. After a while of that, I couldn't hold it anymore and I came all over his chest. He jerked off for a bit, had me moan in his ear, and he came too. Both of our juices all over him. And by this time... it was 5:30am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He took a shower and then got dressed. I walked him back out to his car. We gave each other a kiss goodnight and then he drove off. I broke the rule. And climbing into bed after that, I was nervous... what if our friendship changes because of this hookup? Is it going to be awkward when we see each other at work? I just don't know how that works... hooking up with someone that I have to see everyday at work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, the next day came... and we were both at work. We see each other and we say hi. I was a bit cautious when saying hi, but he was his normal self. He came over and gave me a hug and just kinda held me by my waist as we talked for a bit. WHEW. Things are normal. And the only one being awkward was me. So I quickly relaxed and just let things be normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since then, it's been normal... well we may be a bit more touchy than before. But I don't mind that. He still calls me his mini-crush. That's how we greet each other now. And so things are good. I'm just glad that breaking the rule didn't ruin everything. I'm not going to say that I'm going to just ignore that rule now... it's still in effect. Guess I just made that exception with Jonah. And I wouldn't mind breaking the rule with him again sometime in the near future ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-7874901160338024517?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7874901160338024517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=7874901160338024517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7874901160338024517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7874901160338024517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-broke-rule.html' title='I Broke The Rule...'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-8773639640802185276</id><published>2010-10-13T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T03:57:02.456-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bathhouse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='las vegas'/><title type='text'>A New (Slutty) Experience</title><content type='html'>So I have had so much going on in my life... And I'm a little bit frustrated that I haven't kept up with blogging because I'm about to write about something that happened with weekend, but there a few things that led up to it that I could've written about (and may still write about). But now if I do write about the backstory, it'll be out of order... but oh well. Anyway -- enough blabbering.. let's get to how much of a slut I am.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This weekend, I was in Las Vegas for my figure skating competition (which I will talk about in another blog post). Sunday morning, my friends who I was there with left because they had to be back at home for work. I, however, had no other obligations for the rest of the day, so I decided to sleep in and wait until the last possible minute to check out of the hotel. But what to do the rest of the day? I was in Sin City, by myself... I had to take advantage of this situation! So, I had been on Grindr the night before to check out the guys in the area. But, I didn't find anyone to my liking and noone had hit me up either. Well, how else can I find guys to just have some fun with??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well... that's when I looked into going to a bathhouse - a place where gay guys go to basically have sex. I did some research on the place and it seemed that it was a clean one with a nice staff and above average reviews. So I decided to just go for it. I've thought about going to a bathhouse here in Los Angeles before... but I just never got the courage to do so. But this is the perfect circumstance now.. I'm alone in a place far away from home with lots of time to spare. So I just did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I drove up to the place, parked my car, got out, and stepped into Hawk's Gym. I walked into a tiny little lobby, and was met with a pretty cute latino guy at the window. I gave him my money and got my "daily membership" and he let me in. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The place was dimly lit and definitely clean. So that's good. The guy gave me a towel and a lock to use for the locker. So I walked over to the lockers and got undressed and placed the towel around my waste and locked up my stuff. I then started to walk around and just familiarize myself with the layout of the whole place. In the front, there was gym equipment which noone actually used. lol. Then there was a lounge with a big screen tv and then a pool table off to the side. Down the hall, there were a bunch of doors that led to private rooms. And then there was a steam room, a sauna, and a community shower. Other rooms included the small dark room, a porn room, a glory hole type room, and a large dark sex room equipped with sex swings and slings and other sexy things. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I was walking around, I was getting looked at by the guys that were already there. Not too many guys.. and noone that really caught my eye, unfortunately. So I decided to stop in  the steam room first. Walked in and saw that two other guys in there already. I sat down and started to just play with myself. One guy decided to leave, but the other guy stayed. He then struck up a conversation with me and asked if he could sit next to me. And then he motioned towards my dick and asked "do you mind?" I assumed he was asking if he could see it/touch it. Little did I know, he meant if he minded if he sucked it! So he went right for it and I wasn't about to stop him! Felt pretty good... but then it got way too hot in the steam room and I just had to get out of there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walked around a LOT with no destination.. hoping that a hot guy will randomly come in. I stopped in the porn room to just sit and jack off a few times. Some other guys came in to watch. One creepy old man asked if I wanted to join him in his room... I declined. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I was walking around and a younger, black guy came in. He noticed me and probably thought, "hey, another young guy," and just kinda followed me around. Obviously, he was interested. We walked into the shower together and took a quick shower side by side. We just talked for a bit while washing up. Then we walked into the big dark sex room and walked into the corner. There, we jacked each other off. And then we went down on each other. He seemed to like my blowjob, but I wasn't too impressed with his skills...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And THEN, he had me sit back onto this weird contraption on the ground, my feet in the air. I told him I wasn't going to be bottoming for anyone... but for some reason he just wanted to hump me. I'm not sure why that would feel good or be stimulating. But he did it. And I was just kinda lying there... totally uninterested and NOT turned on at all. A few people walked by to check out our action because they probably thought that we really were fucking. But NOPE... it was stupid. I finally just told him to stop and got up and got out. WAY stupid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There wasn't much else that happened... There just wasn't anyone there that I was really interested in. Bummer. I guess I just wasn't lucky enough to have someone attractive be there the same time I was. But it was still a successful experience.. I finally got up the courage to do something crazy like this. And it wasn't like it was horrible. So I'm glad I did it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PLUS, now that I've done it, I won't be nervous about going to one here in Los Angeles. I've already enlisted the help of Jason - and we're going to be going to one THIS Saturday together. :P It's going to be my birthday present to myself. LOL. If there aren't any hot guys to play with there, we'll just play with each other. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-8773639640802185276?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8773639640802185276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=8773639640802185276&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/8773639640802185276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/8773639640802185276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-slutty-experience.html' title='A New (Slutty) Experience'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-6303215325529717696</id><published>2010-09-04T02:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T02:42:10.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hookah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street fair'/><title type='text'>Street Fair, Hookahs, and Kisses</title><content type='html'>Every year, the city of Orange, CA has their International Street Fair. They close off a stretch of road and set up booths and stages. They serve alcohol and food from different places around the world. They have "Italian Street," "Denmark Street," "Greek Street," "Irish Street," "Mexican Street," "Polynesian Street," and so many more. Tonight was my first night going to the street fair. Man, it was packed! So many drunk people just stumbling around. Within the first 5 minutes of arriving, I was shoved and had beer spilled all over my arm. Lovely. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally found my friends after about 15 minutes of searching. But when I got there it was already past 9pm and the whole place stops serving food and beverages at 10pm. So one of my friends and I hurriedly ran around trying to find food that sounded good, since we were hungry. We found Fish and Chips on "England Street" and that was amazing. Then we tried the "Dutch Fritter" and that wasn't so good. Then we went in search of Abelskivers from Denmark, but by the time we go there, it was already 10pm. So we never got to try them. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the disappointment, we walked back to our friend Kelsie's place. All our drunk friends who had been at the fair since 6pm were all there already. They all sat out in the patio and were smoking some hookah. I had never smoked hookah before... I just don't like smoking... so I never found hookahs exciting or interesting. But since all my friends were doing it tonight, I was a little more than curious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what made me more curious was that my drunk friends were all passing their hookah smoke. Meaning, someone would smoke the hookah from the pipe, then hold the smoke in their mouth, and then pass the smoke off to another person. At first, it was a guy passing to a girl and a girl passing to a guy. But then it just got crazy and everyone was passing to each other. My gay friends were passing to other gay friends. Gay friends passing to my straight girl friends. Then gay friends started passing to my straight guy friends! AND THEN my straight guy friends started passing to other guys! LOL. It was just ridiculous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I knew I had to get in on it! PLUS, all my friends are super attractive. And though I never really had dirty thoughts about my friends (for the most part... :P), I wasn't going to pass up the chance at kissing them! ;) Especially, Matt, who is BY FAR the most attractive friend that I have. Yummy. He's such a cutie-pie. He's gay and has a boyfriend, but some harmless hookah passing wasn't going to be anything bad. Especially if everyone was just doing it. Oh and then there's also Dicky. He's super hot too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, long story short, I got up the courage and passed some hookah to them. And they passed some back to me. Best thing is... they were drunk, but I was completely sober. HAHA. So I'm definitely going to remember this. And one of my "straight" friends, Curtis (and notice that "straight" is in parentheses) kept taking a hit and then passing it to me. I mean, he did that with every boy in the beginning, but towards the end of the night, he passed it to me quite a few times. It was fun giving him a kiss :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know nothing will come from any of this.. and obviously I don't want it to. But I just love how all my friends are so crazy and ridiculous. And then a bunch of my friends are going to Vegas this weekend. I was supposed to go with them.. I actually got the days off already, but I didn't want to be there while everyone was REALLY drunk, while I just sat off to the side being sober (since I don't drink). Plus it was going to cost me some money, which I don't have right now. So I opted to stay home this weekend. Hope I don't end up regretting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, all in all, a FUN night with my friends. But then again, I always have the time of my life with my friends. Looking forward to this week since I have a couple of parties and celebrations to attend. Maybe there'll be more kissing to report!! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-6303215325529717696?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6303215325529717696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=6303215325529717696&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6303215325529717696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6303215325529717696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/09/street-fair-hookahs-and-kisses.html' title='Street Fair, Hookahs, and Kisses'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-3961134191522472522</id><published>2010-07-03T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T10:55:12.369-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ronaldo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world cup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='torres'/><title type='text'>World Cup</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I grew up watching soccer/football. (Sorry... have to address this... I'd rather call the sport football, as that's the term that I learned when I was a wee kid growing up in Hong Kong. Then I started playing soccer when I was middle school. And since I do live in the US, I guess I'll call it soccer in this blog.. but know that I'd rather use "football" since I absolutely despise American football.. ANYWAY...) I get really excited when the World Cup rolls around. There's just not enough soccer coverage on American TV unless it's World Cup coverage. So having a month of awesome soccer to watch is just amazing to me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some may think that soccer is boring.. that nothing happens.. and usually only 1 or 2 goals in the entire game. Well, I appreciate the entire game. All the gameplay in the middle, the challenges, the attempted shots, it's just all exciting for me! I'd most certainly watch 90 minutes of soccer than 90 minutes of ... ugh.. baseball. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But aside from the exciting gameplay, I'm also finding that I'm in love with many of the players. LOL. Perfect example would be Portgual's Cristiano Ronaldo. I mean, who isn't in love with him? How can you not be?! And Spain's Fernando Torres is mighty hot! There are quite a few hotties from Germany, Australia, Netherlands. And soccer players just have awesome bodies. They're lean, yet not skinny. Just my type. :P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, here's the two of my favs. They're so hot!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.denimology.com/2010/01/cristiano-ronaldo-armani-2.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 558px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://socialitelife.celebuzz.com/bfm_gallery/2009/10/cristiano_ronaldo_shows_off_his_picture_perfect_physique_in_some_skimpy_red_shorts/gallery_main/gallery_main-cristiano-ronaldo-short-10092009-06.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://socialitelife.celebuzz.com/bfm_gallery/2009/10/cristiano_ronaldo_shows_off_his_picture_perfect_physique_in_some_skimpy_red_shorts/gallery_main/gallery_main-cristiano-ronaldo-short-10092009-06.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 452px; height: 583px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fernando Torres:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.denimology.com/2010/01/cristiano-ronaldo-armani-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.vivagoal.com/images/wallpapers/torres_22.jpg" border="0" alt="" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 473px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-3961134191522472522?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3961134191522472522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=3961134191522472522&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3961134191522472522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3961134191522472522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/07/world-cup.html' title='World Cup'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-8713164780322331596</id><published>2010-05-29T14:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T14:48:35.585-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tanning'/><title type='text'>Tanning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Just some tanning out in the backyard to prepare for my upcoming Florida trip. Can't look too white!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.cloudfiles.mosso.com/c54102/x2_17740f1" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px;" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-8713164780322331596?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8713164780322331596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=8713164780322331596&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/8713164780322331596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/8713164780322331596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/tanning.html' title='Tanning'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-2330998683930192236</id><published>2010-05-28T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T03:25:23.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney World'/><title type='text'>Saying Hi</title><content type='html'>It's really a shame that I don't post as often as I used to. I used to do it so often.. writing about the most mundane things. But I've come to realize that noone really wants to read about my boring life. But you know what? At least that means there's no drama. So I guess in that sense, it's a good thing. However, I do have two things to write about right now. Chris and Disney World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with Chris. He's a new guy that I had met on Grindr. We kind of hit it off because we both were not looking for hookups (like so many people are on Grindr). We got to talking cuz we thought each other cute, and we eventually decided on a day and place to have lunch together. We went to California Pizza Kitchen and spent almost 2 hours just chatting. We learned about each other and it was good times. I always like a guy that's a talker, cuz that means I don't have to do too much of the talking. I mean, I did my fair share of talking. I wasn't just quiet and sitting there. But he did chat a lot and shared a lot about his life, which I like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued to text each other after the lunch and decided on getting lunch again because we had talked about getting Thai for together. So he suggested that I order Thai food and have it delivered to my place so we can just hang out. I was a little hesitant to have him over at my apartment so soon, but I just felt comfortable with him. So I agreed to it. We sat in my living room, enjoying lunch, and just watching random TV. Eventually he got comfortable on the couch and we were a bit more touchy. He offered to give me a massage and I said yes. I never turn down a massage! After he was done, I returned the favor. And when I was done, I put my arm around his neck and we were just in each others arms watching TV. We gently caressed each other while we watched TV. It wasn't anything too sexual.. just sort of... nice. :) After a bit of time, it was time for him to go back to work and for me to get going since I had made plans with my friends. That night, he was on a plane to South Florida for a vacation with his mom. He's gonna be gone until June 7th. But we said we'll definitely do it again when he gets back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing is... I'm going on vacation too!! And it's also in Florida. Central Florida. Going to Disney World again!! I make a trip every year. This time, it's NOT alone! My best friend Jon is coming along. He's bringing his new boyfriend with him though.... Never met the boyfriend before.. so hope it won't be awkward hanging around them. I'm just gonna be the third wheel... great. At least they're staying in their own hotel room while he's there. And then when the boyfriend leaves, Jon will stay with me. Guess I'll just have to have a boy of my own to hang out with ... and I plan to. Jamie (yes, that Jamie..) should be spending some time with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm way excited! I always am when I'm going to Disney World. I leave June 2nd and come back June 9th. So it's only a few days away and I just can't wait!! I hope I find the time to write a report once I get back. :) And maybe there'll be more to report on Chris as well. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-2330998683930192236?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2330998683930192236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=2330998683930192236&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2330998683930192236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2330998683930192236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/saying-hi.html' title='Saying Hi'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-6793034496608083008</id><published>2010-04-30T11:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T11:51:15.884-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='World of Color'/><title type='text'>Disney's World of Color</title><content type='html'>Can't freakin' wait!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BG33goaBh-o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BG33goaBh-o&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-6793034496608083008?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6793034496608083008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=6793034496608083008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6793034496608083008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6793034496608083008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/disneys-world-of-color.html' title='Disney&apos;s World of Color'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-7365420238166178870</id><published>2010-04-30T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T01:21:54.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gym'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='p90x'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work out'/><title type='text'>Exercising</title><content type='html'>I really need to get back into an exercise routine. I'm getting really disappointed (and almost disgusted) at the way I look right now. I keep thinking to last summer when I had such a nice body. And even then, I felt like I could improve tons. But now... it's just gotten out of hand. And so I really need to find a good workout program that I will enjoy doing and that will work. Last summer, I had P90X. And that was AWESOME. It really works. But no matter how hard I try to start that again (and I've tried multiple times now), I just can't. It's OLD to me. Same thing over and over. I just can't seem to stick with it like I did when I first went on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I found this program called the "T-Shirt Body Program" in Muscle &amp;amp; Fitness magazine. They're workout exercises designed to make your body look good in a normal, everyday t-shirt. Sounds pretty cool, right? I mean, I'm not going to be walking around shirtless all the time... so looking good while in a t-shirt would be ideal. It's a pretty intense workout though. Lots of barbell and dumbbell work. I've actually never worked out with a barbell before so it was a new experience for me. Chest Presses are a LOT harder than I thought they would be. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to at least stick with this for a month. And I need to really think about increasing my cardio workouts. I stay active through my job... but after a year of doing the same thing, I'm afraid my body has adapted to it and I'm not burning as many calories as I should be. And all the excess fat is showing up as a spare tire around my stomach. :( I need to get rid of that ASAP. I'm going on vacation in the first week of June and I need to look GOOD. (I'll blog more about that real soon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wish me luck on my new workout endeavors. And I hope this finds everyone well. BTW, to all of you who may still read my little blog... write me a comment and say HI. Would love to hear from all of you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-7365420238166178870?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7365420238166178870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=7365420238166178870&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7365420238166178870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7365420238166178870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/exercising.html' title='Exercising'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-7389872457277357870</id><published>2010-04-14T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T02:19:08.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Complicated Relationship, Part II</title><content type='html'>I've had a few extra days to think about this. And reading the comments from Part I has awakened me a bit. And I've realized that getting in between two people is just about the worst possible thing anyone can do. No matter how tempted I am by one of those people, I shouldn't be doing anything to further that. If he wants to ruin his own relationship, then so be it. But I cannot/should not/will not help him with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, he kept slipping in that I was cute. Here's the conversation after that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doug: "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were flirting."&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: &amp;nbsp;"Well I'd say you were right. I think I am. I'm sorry... :P"&lt;br /&gt;Doug: "Well, it's ok.. I guess. But you have a boyfriend..."&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: "I know.. and you don't like me like that. But it's so easy to fall for you. I'm really sorry."&lt;br /&gt;Doug: "Oh Kyle, don't be sorry. I just wasn't ready for a relationship when you asked for one."&lt;br /&gt;Kyle: &amp;nbsp;"I understand. I know I have a bf and I don't want to ruin that, but I can't help but have feelings for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh... told you it was complicated. I just have to be careful with how I talk to him now. Not going to egg him on. I won't just stop talking to him.. but if it starts to head in a dangerous direction, I'll put a stop to it. I am NOT going to that guy that breaks people up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-7389872457277357870?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7389872457277357870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=7389872457277357870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7389872457277357870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7389872457277357870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/complicated-relationship-part-ii.html' title='Complicated Relationship, Part II'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-4302648196215717416</id><published>2010-04-12T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T03:18:05.565-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><title type='text'>Complicated Relationship</title><content type='html'>You may want to read about &lt;a href="http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/search/label/Kyle"&gt;Kyle&lt;/a&gt;/&lt;a href="http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/search/label/Cute%20Boy"&gt;Cute Boy&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;before you continue reading. (Kyle and Cute Boy is the same person, but I gave him a name after a few posts. So you may need to click on both links to get his full story)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Kyle messaged me on Facebook tonight. We haven't chat like we used to in a while. And we used to chat almost every night on Facebook or via texts. And they were just fun little conversations that led to nowhere. Just to catch up.. see how each other were doing. We managed to stay friends after that one night together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a few weeks ago, he tells me that he's in a relationship now. I was happy for him, I really was. Because I know that's what he was seeking with me. And when he asked for it with me, I really couldn't say yes. I don't know why it was.. and I still don't. But I just couldn't bring myself to do it. Maybe I'm just scared of being in a real relationship with a guy? I've been out of the closet with my friends for almost 2 years now but I still haven't had a real boyfriend... but that's gonna have to be a different blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... upon hearing his new relationship, I was happy, but I also couldn't help but be jealous. This boy, who has been pursuing me, now has found someone else. And now, all of a sudden, he's starting to spark my interest again. Why have I fallen into the "typical guy" category?? You always hear stories of guys who don't want to enter into a relationship (whether straight or gay) but once the other person is no longer available and no longer pursuing them, they're interested again. Is this what they call "the thrill of the chase?" When they're not available, they seem more exciting and more "attractive" in a way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know very well that Kyle still has feelings for me. He actually admitted to it tonight. I said something funny and witty and he just said, "you're really frustrating. You keep reminding me why I like you so much." And what do I do? I egg him on... trying to see what else he'd say. And in the back of my mind, I'm thinking about what it'd be like if he were to dump his boyfriend and get with me. How wrong is that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do. Are my fears about the "thrill of the chase" accurate? Am I really trying to have a relationship with him? If he really were to leave his boyfriend to pursue me again, will I push him away again? And lastly, would I want to risk our friendship and try becoming more than just friends? Too many questions... sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-4302648196215717416?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4302648196215717416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=4302648196215717416&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/4302648196215717416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/4302648196215717416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/complicated-relationship.html' title='Complicated Relationship'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-8644007636021406118</id><published>2010-04-11T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T03:04:03.586-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mud run'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='5K'/><title type='text'>Getting Down and Dirty</title><content type='html'>I had the most fun I've had in a long while. I participated in the Irvine Lake Mud Run this Saturday. It's a 5K run with several obstacles, most of them involving mud. I found out about this charity event about 2-3 months ago and a bunch of my friends were signing up, so I decided that I would too. And up to about a week ago, I was pretty excited about it. Then as it came closer and closer, I started to think, "Why they heck did I sign up for this?" I don't particularly like running... I hadn't really run in a LONG time.. not even on a treadmill. I don't like getting dirty, and a mud run is the epitome of dirty. And I hadn't heard about details for the event at all. Our team captain was very unorganized and basically should NEVER be in charge of anything ever in his life. Good kid, but very irresponsible. So the combination of these things kinda turned me off to it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I stuck to it and and decided to do it. After all, I already paid for it. I wasn't going to just waste my money. So on Saturday, I got there at 8am, ready to do some running. Being around the 4000+ runners got me in the spirit. So they counted us down and we started the race. Ran at a good pace... and then we got to the first mud pit. I took my first step, thinking that maybe if I tread lightly, I won't get too much mud on me. WRONG. I stepped and the mud pit was deeper and softer than I thought it would be! My leg went right into the pit. Second step was the same thing. I ran out of the pit, dodging all my friends who were playing around in the mud, getting each other dirty. I made it through the first pit with only my legs covered in mud. My white t-shirt was still pretty white. WHEW! But, it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second mud pit was bigger. Again, deep and dirty. Tried to get away unscathed... but no luck this time. My friends saw that my shirt was still white and attacked me. I got tackled into the mud. BAM, my whole body was covered with mud. HAHA. And to my surprise, I actually enjoyed my time in it. The rest of the way, I ran with super muddy shoes and heavy, muddy clothes. I actually made it through the 5K without dying. No training! I was pretty surprised at how easy it was for me. We did play around in the mud obstacles, but the rest of the way, we kept a pretty good pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last obstacle was a GIANT mud pit where we had to crawl in the mud. Of course, we took this opportunity to get as dirty as possible. Basically SWAM in the mud. And after crossing the finish line, there was a mud pit play area, where we proceeded to do some more mud playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was an AMAZING experience. I ended up being very happy for doing it. I am way proud of myself for completing a 5K. Maybe with a little bit of training, I could even do a half-marathon! We'll see... hehe. :) Enjoy the pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S8LwCB0JR7I/AAAAAAAAAeA/ZGcRppk0_dg/s1600/Had+fun+doing+a+5K+mud+run!!+We+played+in+the+mud+a+lot.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S8LwCB0JR7I/AAAAAAAAAeA/ZGcRppk0_dg/s320/Had+fun+doing+a+5K+mud+run!!+We+played+in+the+mud+a+lot.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-8644007636021406118?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8644007636021406118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=8644007636021406118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/8644007636021406118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/8644007636021406118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/irvine-lake-mud-run.html' title='Getting Down and Dirty'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S8LwCB0JR7I/AAAAAAAAAeA/ZGcRppk0_dg/s72-c/Had+fun+doing+a+5K+mud+run!!+We+played+in+the+mud+a+lot.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-2335027872450585237</id><published>2010-03-27T13:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T13:12:57.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Razz'/><title type='text'>In Memory of Razz</title><content type='html'>This post is in memory of Razz, who died a year ago yesterday. He was an awesome guy and he portrayed his energetic and fun-loving nature through his blog. I miss him terribly. Here is my favorite post from his blog:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://doinmeheadin.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-life-has-been-perfect.html"&gt;My Life Has Been Perfect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;:'(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-2335027872450585237?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2335027872450585237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=2335027872450585237&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2335027872450585237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2335027872450585237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-memory-of-razz.html' title='In Memory of Razz'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-2771568781244189289</id><published>2010-03-07T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T02:11:11.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figure skating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randy Blue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go go dancer'/><title type='text'>Applying for Random Jobs</title><content type='html'>In the last week, I've inquired about and sent out resumes to so many different companies for so many different job openings. I really think it's time for me to move on from my current job or at least get an additional job because I need the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I did want to share with everyone some of the jobs that I have applied for. Some are pretty normal and would be awesome to get because of the money or because it's what I want to do. And then some are just kinda funny and I think is just nice to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Apple Store - I've wanted to work for Apple for so long. It's not secret that I'm an Apple Fanboy. And this week, one of my friends who already works at Apple referred me and sent in my resume to the managers. So hopefully something comes of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. High School Summer School Math Teacher - I stumbled upon this opening the other night. The education budget in California is in such bad place so I think a lot of people will be jumping on this opportunity. But hopefully they'll at least consider me. This would be a perfect way for me to see if I REALLY like teaching because it'll only be for the summer. And the pay is pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Various Disney Openings - As a Disney employee, I have access to all the job openings within the larger Disney company. And there are TONS of openings... most of which I'm not exactly qualified for, but I still applied to them. Some are management positions. Some are actually related to education. We'll see if I even get a reply from any of those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Ice Rink - I talked about my interest in figure skating and how I'm going to be training. I'm going to be writing a more in depth post about that soon. But my new interest in skating doesn't come cheap. Each time I go and practice on the ice is $8. I'm taking some classes that allow me some free sessions, but it's really not enough if I want to get really good at it. So I decided to apply to be a Skate Guard (like a lifeguard, but on the ice rink) and Box Office Cashier at two skating rinks nearby. I'm hoping that either of those jobs would allow me free time on the ice. I actually really hope I get this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Now here comes the fun ones...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Go Go Dancer - I randomly was thinking about how I need more money and what are the best ways to get the money quickly and easily. Well, all of a sudden, being a go go dancer popped into my head. I've never really thought about doing this... most likely because I think it'd be totally awkward and I know people would be judging me. BUT, I thought about how much tips go go dancers must get every night! Now, I don't even know if I have a chance.. but I inquired about upcoming go go dancer auditions for Gameboi at Rage, a club in West Hollywood where on Friday nights it's Asian night. I went to the website and those go go dancers are RIPPED. I'm nowhere CLOSE to what they look like.. but if I can find out when auditions are, maybe I can workout more often. I will have an actual goal, which may help motivate me more. But I'm definitely keeping this as a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Cameraman/Prod Assistant for Randy Blue! - OK this one is the best! HAHA. I follow Randy Blue on Twitter and one day, they tweeted that they needed a part time cameraman/production assistant and to email them if interested. Well, I jumped at the chance. Why not, right?! Filming hot guys have sex?? C'mon! Best job ever! I emailed them asking for more information and they replied. Pay is decent and the hours would be pretty nice. I'd still be able to keep my regular job too. So I emailed them my resume (not that it would help because I don't think a Masters in Teaching would help me be a porn site production assistant). So I'm not really holding my breath for this one, but I just think it's totally funny and awesome that I jumped at the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it... the various jobs that I applied for this past week. That's a lot, huh? I guess we'll see if anything comes of this. I really hope I get a reply or two. Like I said, the ice rink one, I really want to get. It'd be in addition to my normal job, and it'll help me get more skating in. So it's really the biggest win-win for me at this point. Please keep your fingers crossed for me and send your positive thoughts this way. Thanks guys. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-2771568781244189289?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2771568781244189289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=2771568781244189289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2771568781244189289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2771568781244189289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/03/applying-for-random-jobs.html' title='Applying for Random Jobs'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-6080809023652267004</id><published>2010-03-01T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T12:34:16.036-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figure skating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>The Winter Olympics End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I absolutely love the Olympics. They are my favorite TV program to watch. I'm going to have to say that I like the Summer Olympics better, but the Winter Olympics can be just as exciting! I'm not a big sports fan.. I don't usually seek out sports to watch on TV. I enjoy the occasional basketball game on TV, but I don't really watch many others. However, the Olympics are just different for me. Maybe it's because I get to watch so many different sports.. sports that aren't normally televised. For the Winter Olympics, I'm talking about all the downhill skiing, snowboarding, speed skating, figure skating, and bobsledding. I found myself watching them EVERY single night for these 2010 Vancouver Olympics. But I also think it's because I'm watching these athletes with so much passion and drive. These people trained ALL their lives to become the best at what they do. And then they're all gathered together, peacefully, at these Olympics games to compete against each other. How incredibly cool is that??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And like I said before, these Olympic games has reminded me of my interest in figure skating. Why had I not thought about skating before the Olympics? Well, I was thinking about this the other night, and it's because I think figure skating is a pretty... feminine sport. HA. And in 2006, when watching the Torino Olympics and the figure skating, I also thought about taking up figure skating as a hobby. But I think, either consciously or subconsciously, I didn't want people to think I was gay by going figure skating. Remember, I wasn't out back then... So I was careful with a lot of things that I did. But now, I've been out for almost 2 years (to my friends) and I obviously don't care if they think I'm gay for skating... cuz I AM gay! :P So I'm really serious and I'm taking the classes and working hard to become a great figure skater. My goal is to actually compete in Adult Figure Skating Competitions! It would be SOOO cool! Can't wait to keep everyone updated on this new development!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now to conclude the 2010 Winter Olympics blog posts, I will post several pictures of Olympics hotties! ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fisalpine.com/data/classes/athlete/comp_59877_topathleteabout.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" src="http://www.fisalpine.com/data/classes/athlete/comp_59877_topathleteabout.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Aksel Lund Svindal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thatsgayman.today.com/files/2009/05/evanlysacek9sh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://thatsgayman.today.com/files/2009/05/evanlysacek9sh.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Evan Lysacek&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thehostages.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/05bode1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://thehostages.files.wordpress.com/2010/01/05bode1.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Bode Miller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ifsmagazine.com/archive/2008/OCTOBER/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://www.ifsmagazine.com/archive/2008/OCTOBER/2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Scott Moir &amp;amp; Tessa Virtue (um.. how cute are these pics?!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://vermontolympians.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/1-Ted-Ligety-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://vermontolympians.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/02/1-Ted-Ligety-1.jpg" width="247" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Ted Ligety&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.a.cnn.net/si/multimedia/photo_gallery/2006/02/15/gallery.day5/Dale_Begg_Smith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://i.a.cnn.net/si/multimedia/photo_gallery/2006/02/15/gallery.day5/Dale_Begg_Smith.jpg" width="272" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Dale Begg-Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://towleroad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c730253ef0120a8ec9b1c970b-800wi" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" src="http://towleroad.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c730253ef0120a8ec9b1c970b-800wi" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;US Bobsled Team!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-6080809023652267004?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6080809023652267004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=6080809023652267004&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6080809023652267004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6080809023652267004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/03/winter-olympics-end.html' title='The Winter Olympics End'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yPGE8TXgRAg/Su7W_wSFlBI/AAAAAAAAAgg/iQEl0e5ACdk/s72-c/arnout_groen_BROOD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-7778702782593973456</id><published>2010-02-27T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T13:13:47.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys with iphones'/><title type='text'>Guys With iPhones (Part 4)</title><content type='html'>Another submission, brought on by torchyboy's suggestion for taking a picture for "Show Pants Saturdays" on Twitter. And then he suggested that I put it on Guys With iPhones. And it didn't take them but half a day to post it on the site. I seriously love the site. It's just awesome. So many hot guys to look at! But anyway, here's my ugly &lt;a href="http://gwip.me/072280"&gt;photo&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://guyswithiphones.com/upload/user-uploads/me-green.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://guyswithiphones.com/upload/user-uploads/me-green.jpg" style="display: block; height: 672px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 363px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-7778702782593973456?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7778702782593973456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=7778702782593973456&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7778702782593973456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7778702782593973456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/guys-with-iphones-part-4.html' title='Guys With iPhones (Part 4)'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-6589184348511339868</id><published>2010-02-26T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:44:09.497-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Express'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Camiloto'/><title type='text'>I Love EXPRESS</title><content type='html'>So I love the clothes from Express. They're nice. They make me look nice. They're slightly expensive, but it's not like I shop there all the time, so I don't feel too bad when I do go shop there. Most of my dress shirts are from there, and I have a few sweaters and t-shirts from there too. They just have a good style and I like the way I look in them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But more reason for me to like them... their hot models!! More specifically, Brazilian model Michael Camiloto. YUM!! He's so hot! If you follow me on &lt;a href="http://www.twitter.com/nytedragon"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;, then you already know how I feel about him. HAHA. But he's just AMAZING. Here are some pics from the new February 2010 mini-catalog that was mailed to me yesterday. You be the judge:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S4ii0S6AI_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/exuwwPID3Ak/s1600-h/Camiloto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S4ii0S6AI_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/exuwwPID3Ak/s320/Camiloto2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442779168989258738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S4iiz-c6mkI/AAAAAAAAAdY/7a7ATtLDhpY/s1600-h/Camiloto1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S4iiz-c6mkI/AAAAAAAAAdY/7a7ATtLDhpY/s320/Camiloto1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442779163498551874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-6589184348511339868?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6589184348511339868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=6589184348511339868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6589184348511339868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6589184348511339868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-express.html' title='I Love EXPRESS'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S4ii0S6AI_I/AAAAAAAAAdg/exuwwPID3Ak/s72-c/Camiloto2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-4927650408191988936</id><published>2010-02-26T00:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T01:16:55.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='figure skating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='olympics'/><title type='text'>Ok... I'm SO Gay..</title><content type='html'>HAHA, I can't deny it. I'm gay... because I'm SO into figure skating right now. It has rapidly become my latest hobby and probably one of my "phases" in which I pick up something and then drop it in a matter of weeks. HOWEVER, I'm hoping it's not just a phase and that I continue with it because I'm actually having lots of fun and I'm seeing results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, after watching the Men's Figure Skating on the Olympics, my friends and I were motivated to go ice skating ourselves. We found a night and went to the nearby rink and had TONS of fun. I hadn't been on the ice in years and it was great to just skate around. Before we left, we went on YouTube to learn how to do some simple jumps and spins. We actually got a few good pointers because we were able to do some tricks. They were UGLY.. but we did them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that night, I was hooked. I immediately went on youTube again and researched more. I looked up the ice rink's website and found that they offer classes. I've been in contact with the rink manager and he's going to give me a quick evaluation to see where I place in the classes. And then they're going to start in April. And they're relatively cheap. Actually a very good deal. I've also went online and bought my own pair of figure skates. :P I figured if I'm going to be going a lot, I'd rather have my own pair of skates. And they weren't that expensive! They're not the best because those can cost up to $500!! But I got a pair for $60 that are going to be just fine for me. I can't wait to skate on the ice with them next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went again today with my friend, who I found out last week, used to be a trained figure skater! He stopped training years ago, but when he was there with me today, he looked so good! He taught me some technique and corrected me on my skating. He gave me some good pointers to help me. I learned how to do the backwards crossover... that's the thing that the figure skaters do when they skate backwards and are making a turn. That was my goal for today.. to learn how to do that. I had NO idea how to do it before, but now I can do it! Again, it looks sort of ugly and choppy, but HEY, I can do it and I just need more practice. I'm definitely bringing my friend along every time I go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a video of me doing those backward crossovers. :) My goal is to be able to do a double jump. I will die a happy man if I can have that under my belt.&lt;br /&gt;And THAT is why I'm SOO gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8957f227fb05ea35" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8957f227fb05ea35%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330436873%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D51D13B0D1D187E03BA11C89BA8B1FD3968A824.14DCCCD1BBFAD4D371226370AF2FFA90BB414704%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8957f227fb05ea35%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCo6tvPETrZldP_PFOMMpwAs6p_A&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8957f227fb05ea35%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330436873%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7D51D13B0D1D187E03BA11C89BA8B1FD3968A824.14DCCCD1BBFAD4D371226370AF2FFA90BB414704%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8957f227fb05ea35%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCo6tvPETrZldP_PFOMMpwAs6p_A&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-4927650408191988936?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4927650408191988936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=4927650408191988936&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/4927650408191988936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/4927650408191988936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/ok-im-so-gay.html' title='Ok... I&apos;m SO Gay..'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-693021756852071435</id><published>2010-02-10T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T17:00:38.542-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo shoot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lady and the tramp'/><title type='text'>I'm a Tramp</title><content type='html'>Last night, I was called for a photo shoot at work. Along with one of my friends, we re-enacted the pasta scene from Lady and the Tramp. She was dressed more classy while I was more casual... to go along with the Lady and the Tramp idea. Our clothes' color palette matched the fur color of the dogs and they dressed the set as closely as possible to the animated movie. We had a plate of spaghetti in front of us but we used a piece of string to put in our mouths for the actual shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took a whole bunch of shots! I felt like I did a horrible job. I just don't know how to take any pictures that doesn't involve me smiling with a giant smile. I can't do subtle smiling.. or serious looks.. I'm just incapable of that. So I just hope I got lucky and they got a few good shots that they can use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The photo shoot is for a new campaign that will be going in magazines and local newspapers. They say it'll hit the stands in the next couple of weeks. So I'm definitely going to be keeping my eyes open for it! It was a long night (10pm - 5am) but it was way fun. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-693021756852071435?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/693021756852071435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=693021756852071435&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/693021756852071435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/693021756852071435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/im-tramp.html' title='I&apos;m a Tramp'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-5882762198803278831</id><published>2010-01-24T01:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T13:02:38.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='millionaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mansion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aussie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><title type='text'>Mansions, and Theaters, and Ocean Views... OH MY!</title><content type='html'>I am still in awe... someone pick my jaw off the ground please.... oh thank y... oh wait.. sorry, it dropped again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, I had a date with a guy that I met online. He seemed like a cool guy.. a little bit of a prick at first, but I forgave him because he's good looking and is from Australia.&lt;i&gt; I am in LOVE with Aussies&lt;/i&gt;. :P So I asked if he wanted to hang out some time. That some time was this morning. I woke up early to get ready and so that I could get to his house by 11:30. He lived about 35 minutes away from me so I had to plan accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in my Prius and turned on the GPS. I input his address into the system and off I go. The GPS took me all the way out to the ocean. The weather was BEAUTIFUL today... I was welcoming it after a full week of brutal thunderstorms. I drove a bit along the coast, when the GPS told me to turn up into the hills. So I was driving up the hill, the houses are getting nicer and nicer. I was wondering where I was going... I got closer and I realized that I was all the way at the top where the highest houses are. And then I saw it... a 5-story modern piece of architecture. &lt;i&gt;THAT'S the house?? &lt;/i&gt;I walked up the stairs to get to the front door. I rang the doorbell and through the intercom he said he'll be up in a bit. As I wait, I looked out to the ocean... a SPECTACULAR view. It was seriously breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nervous at this point... meeting a guy that I don't know at all other than a few conversations online. And to top it off, this guy is seemingly LOADED. He opened the door and I stepped into view of him. &lt;i&gt;He's skinnier than in the pictures...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;but still good looking. Maybe if he washes up a bit...&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;He welcomed me into his house and apologized for the way he looks because he slept in. He had a long night last night. He took me up a flight of stairs and says, "You better get used to stairs... you gotta like stairs." With an Australian accent, nonetheless. &lt;i&gt;YUMMM!!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;We exchanged some formalities and he asked if I want anything to drink. I opted for water. Then he proceeded to take me to the stairs again and into a room with plush carpet and giant bean bag chairs on the ground. Before I knew what was going on, he was pressing a bunch of buttons on a fancy console and the projector turned on lighting up a a GIANT movie screen. And then I could hear electronic whirring noises. Looking around I saw that the curtains were closing automatically, blocking out the sun. He turned on "Invention of Lying," the Ricky Gervais movie, saying that he started watching it the other day and wanted to finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He picked one of the bean bags and plopped himself on it. Not wanting to be too forward, I sat down on another bean bag. We spent the entire movie on our respective bean bags. No chance for cuddling. Not really a cuddling movie any way. But throughout the course of the movie we did have a few conversations. Most intriguing was that he admitted to not having many gay friends. Most of his friends are straight. Not sure if he doesn't like hanging out with gay guys or what... But I was glad he was hanging out with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the movie ended he he took me on a tour of the MANSION. We have more conversations along the way. And hopefully he didn't see me gawking at everything I was seeing. A beautiful spa/pool area. Floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The fur-lined elevator. &lt;i&gt;LOL&lt;/i&gt;. Giant jacuzzi tub. I just have never been in a house like this before. It's just amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talked with him more and I asked what kind of business he's in. Well, he's an owner of a civil engineering company that builds tunnels, bridges, etc. for the government and then sells it to them as a product. He's a 55% owner of a publicly traded, multi-million/billion dollar company. &lt;i&gt;I couldn't make out if he said million or billion because I was just so in shock at that point&lt;/i&gt;. Thank goodness that I had told him what MY job was first... Would've been embarrassing to talk about my measly job after his. Oh.. and he's only 28!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he took me into his room and we went on his computer because he wanted to show me some pictures of the damage to his house from the thunderstorms. There were mudslides and flooding in his neighborhood. Luckily his house didn't have too much damage but there was a LOT of mud. Just sat next to him on his bed while looking at these pictures. He also showed &lt;s&gt;off&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;me his house that he recently sold in Hollywood. Of course he bought a new one in Beverly Hills, but he's renovating it. He bought it for $5 million but it's gonna take about $18 million to renovate, so it'll end up being a $23 million home. &lt;i&gt;Was he exaggerating?... I'm really not sure...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, after the pictures, it was already past the time that I needed to leave (I had work). So he took me down the several flights of stairs, past his pool table and giant office, through his garage, and down his driveway. We said our goodbyes, awkwardly. I went in for a hug, but he was moving around or something at the same moment so I sort of jerk back, and then start walking away. He said something about behaving or whatever, but I was too embarrassed to make out what he was saying. I turned back around one last time and said BYE, with a huge smile on my face to mask my embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in my car and I just sort of sat there for a minute, taking in what had just happened. I just spent about 3+ hours with a hot, rich, Australian with a gorgeous mansion. &lt;i&gt;AMAZING!!&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I drive and get to work and decide that it's been long enough that I can text him. &lt;i&gt;Thanks for having me over, _&lt;u&gt;(Aussie)&lt;/u&gt;_. I had a great time. Hope to hang out again soon. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I waited for a reply and thought back about our "date," I realized that we didn't even touch once. We didn't shake hands when we first met. He didn't hug me when he said goodbye. Not once did we touch. I started to think that he wasn't going to reply back because he just simply wasn't interested. 10 minutes later: &lt;i&gt;Hey dude, hit me up when ur free next and we can line something up.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;So maybe he IS interested. :P Next "date": tomorrow night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;To Be Continued....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-5882762198803278831?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5882762198803278831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=5882762198803278831&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5882762198803278831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5882762198803278831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/01/mansions-and-theaters-and-ocean-views.html' title='Mansions, and Theaters, and Ocean Views... OH MY!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-7472434171511266568</id><published>2010-01-19T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:31:23.166-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='threesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><title type='text'>"Come and knock on our door..."</title><content type='html'>So it finally happened. =P Had my very first threesome last night. It was supposed to happen a few weeks ago, but it fell through. But last night, it came together... and it was pretty fun!! I was a bit nervous going into it... was thinking about it all day. And walking up to the door, I was still a bit nervous. But once I got there, it wasn't all that bad. One of the guys is Jason, and the other guy is someone that Jason's hooked up with before. So I got in the room and me and the other guy, Chris, shook hands awkwardly. LOL. I would've never hooked up with him normally, but Jason put this together for me, so I went with it. I mean, he's not bad looking, but he wasn't my type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat on the bed and Jason got things going. He unzipped my pants and went right for a blowjob. He got me hard right away and things just went from there. Pretty soon, we were all sucking each other and making out. I was the bottom in the 3some so they took turns fucking me. And god it felt so good. I've blogged about it before, but I hadn't had sex in a while. So this was one heck of a way to get back to it. The two guys had me on the edge of cumming a few times. And I've learned that I most definitely like it better when I'm on my back or when I'm riding them on top. I don't like it on my stomach or doggy style... doesn't feel as good. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, the other guy, Chris, had to leave right away cuz he was allergic to Jason's cat. I was in the bathroom washing up when he just left so I didn't even say bye. Talk about a fuck and run. HAHA. Jason and I went to Denny's for some food afterwards since I was super hungry. I didn't eat before all of this so I really needed some food in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my reaction to my first 3some... well.. it was fun! But I didn't feel like it was much different than having sex with one guy. It was a bit more fun sucking on another guy's dick while getting fucked or having my dick sucked while getting fucked. But I think next time I have a threesome, I'm going to want hotter guys to do it with... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-7472434171511266568?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7472434171511266568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=7472434171511266568&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7472434171511266568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7472434171511266568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/01/come-and-knock-on-our-door.html' title='&quot;Come and knock on our door...&quot;'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-1230949364555751599</id><published>2010-01-16T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:24:27.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snowboarding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ass'/><title type='text'>My Ass Hurts</title><content type='html'>I had the most amazing time!! Snowboarding that is! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was my first time snowboarding so it took me a while to get it.. which is why my ass hurts. I fell on my ass sooo many times. LOL. And there was ONE fall right on my tailbone that really kept me down. I couldn't move for a few minutes. And now I can't really sit back on my tailbone... I have to sit up straight. Well, it's better now, because this was a few days ago now, but I'm still definitely sore in a lot of places. However, I think I'm going back again in a month of two when there's more fresh snow! I can't wait because I want to get better at it! I started to get the hang of it on my last run, so I think with a few more runs, I can finally do a run without falling. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1IgUkkSo4I/AAAAAAAAAco/7zH58Xm_q9Y/s1600-h/IMG_8009_2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1IgUkkSo4I/AAAAAAAAAco/7zH58Xm_q9Y/s320/IMG_8009_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-1230949364555751599?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1230949364555751599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=1230949364555751599&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1230949364555751599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1230949364555751599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-ass-hurts.html' title='My Ass Hurts'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1IgUkkSo4I/AAAAAAAAAco/7zH58Xm_q9Y/s72-c/IMG_8009_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-1720998156881559336</id><published>2010-01-06T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T02:21:45.670-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot guy across'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><title type='text'>Wasn't Meant To Be...</title><content type='html'>I've been really lazy lately. And not just lazy like not getting up and out of bed on time.. but so lazy that I can't even be bothered prepare myself for some hot sex. I know what you're thinking.. and yes, I'm THAT lazy. I'm worried that it's also because my sex drive isn't the same as before, and that's a even worse thing than just being lazy. Whatever it is, I haven't had sex for months now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tonight, I finally got back some of that sex drive. I was at home doing my P90X when I noticed that in the apartment across from me, there was a hot shirtless guy walking around with all his windows wide open. I could tell he had a nice body. So I took off my shirt and opened up all my windows too so try and show off. I don't even know if he was looking into my window (and he most likely wasn't) but I just kind of got off from the possibility that he was watching. So after that, I was pretty horny. I started messaging Jason and tried to see if he was horny as well. (Jason's been trying to have sex with me again these past months but I've said no because I just haven't been feeling it) So I hinted at him coming over and have sex with me with the windows open so that the guy across from me can watch. He sort of laughed. And then I didn't get a response from him for a while. While he was gone, I kept telling him to come over and fuck me. And then about 25 minutes later, he finally replies and says, "Oh... I thought you were playing with me since you haven't been wanting to so I already jacked off and went to get food." ........ sigh....... I was so bummed. I was all ready. I even prepared myself for sex. If you're a bottom, then you know what I'm talking about :P But then he said no.... Blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it just wasn't meant to be tonight. Hopefully I'll get the same level of horniness tomorrow and will want some sex. :P Keep your fingers crossed for me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-1720998156881559336?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1720998156881559336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=1720998156881559336&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1720998156881559336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1720998156881559336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2010/01/wasnt-meant-to-be.html' title='Wasn&apos;t Meant To Be...'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-5848511135057347725</id><published>2009-12-31T12:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T12:37:21.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy New Year'/><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year everyone! Hope 2010 brings everyone happiness, love, and prosperity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully everyone has a nice NYE party to attend... I will actually be working... That's what I get for working at the Happiest Place On Earth! "We work while others play." LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-5848511135057347725?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5848511135057347725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=5848511135057347725&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5848511135057347725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5848511135057347725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-new-year.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-4628685965511973087</id><published>2009-12-20T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:38:10.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Vegas Again? and Again?</title><content type='html'>If you've been reading my blog, then you know that I go to Vegas a lot. It's because I have friends that LOVE to drink and party and just go crazy. And Vegas is just about the perfect place for that. It's relatively close (4 hour drive) so we can always go on our days off from work for a day or two. It's just fun to go out and night and have fun with your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was just there this past Wed/Thurs. Had an amazing time just being goofballs. The first night didn't end up all too well though. One of my friends went off to find a hookup so that left only 5 of us. Then another two of them were horsing around and one of them pushed the other into a bush and he kinda toppled over a bit, so he got him back and pushed him back into the bushes. But he picked a bad time to do it because it was a weak spot in the bushes and he fell right through. So for a second, he was lost in the bushes and had to have someone help him up. For the rest of the night, the two didn't talk to each other. And so the one that fell through the bushes and his girlfriend went back to the hotel room early. Which meant only 3 of us were left. The 3 of us made the best of our time together and did more walking around and drinking. But then when we were calling a night and heading back to the hotel room, one of us got an email that he had been waiting for regarding an audition. And the email wasn't good. He didn't get the job. So he was bummed out when we got back to the room. And to top it off, the one that went off for a hookup came back earlier than expected, crying, and went straight to the corner of the room and cried himself to sleep on the floor. HAHA. DRAMA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day was a brand new day and we started off with a lunch buffet at the Mirage hotel. YUMMO! That put us all back into a good mood. And we were back to being one big happy family :) Buffets are just awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's now Saturday. And I'm home with family after a long day at work. Guess where I'm going with my family tomorrow for 3 days? VEGAS! HAHA. I didn't tell my family that I went to Vegas already with my friends. It's gonna be a different Vegas experience with my family. They actually love to go to Vegas. As a family, we go almost every year at least 3 or 4 times. Whenever there's a holiday, Vegas is usually the top vacation spot for us. But that's because my family likes to eat. We are probably going to be at the buffets ALL the time. HAHA. Not sure what else we could do... we have two little ones coming along so they really can't do much. We'll see! But we're staying at the Venetian so I'm looking forward to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just an update on the job hunt. Apple has not replied to me yet. No emails or phone calls back. Bummer... I decided against calling that phone number I found online. If they want me, they'll call me. In other news, I may actually be trying to take over for my choir director when he retires, which might be at the end of this year. I just emailed him about the possibility of student teaching under his apprenticeship and allowing me to teach/direct a few songs for the Concert Choir this spring and he agrees that it's an excellent idea. I hope that this happens because that would be REALLY awesome. I would LOVE to teach choir as a living! Wish me luck on this!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-4628685965511973087?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4628685965511973087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=4628685965511973087&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/4628685965511973087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/4628685965511973087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/12/vegas-again-and-again.html' title='Vegas Again? and Again?'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-8411520509057990801</id><published>2009-12-08T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:33:43.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Apple'/><title type='text'>Applying for Apple</title><content type='html'>My job at Disney is pretty amazing.. however, it doesn't really pay much. Thus I've been trying to find other jobs that I would like to do. Searching for a teaching job right now is basically futile because the education budget in the state of California is zilch... so I'm trying to look for other jobs that fit my qualifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think I've found the perfect one: Apple Corporate Field Marketing in Educational Markets Executive. My combined BA in Economics and MA in Education/Teaching really makes me a good fit for this. It's basically someone who's in charge of the seminars/meetings that Apple sponsors/creates for high schools/colleges/universities to promote and sell their computers. The seminars teach students/teachers/faculty/staff on how best to apply Apple computers and Apple software to create the best education environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a really kickass cover letter for this job (tooting my own horn.. :P) and uploaded it, along with my resume, to the Apple website. And that's all I have done. There's no contact phone or email for me to follow up with them. I did this on Thanksgiving so it's been over a week. I'm starting to get restless about it and want to somehow contact them to just see if they've received it and maybe set myself apart from all other applicants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, like I said, there's no email or phone number listed on their jobs website. And just basic yellow pages and simple google-ing doesn't give me anything. However, with some further searching I was able to come up with a phone number and fax number for the office. BUT, it's actually part of some guy's personal website. It show directions to the office. Here's the link: &lt;a href="http://www.ronlawrence.com/apple/SMO.html"&gt;Apple Santa Monica Office&lt;/a&gt;. It's on www.ronlawrence.com ... I believe this Ron Lawrence works for Apple somewhere; I tried to look that up on Google too. But is it kind of creepy to just call the office because I found their number on some guy's website. I mean, I guess they didn't publicize their phone number for a reason? But I really should follow up on my application, right? Maybe I can fax my cover letter and resume again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should I do?? Please help. I need all of your advice on this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-8411520509057990801?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8411520509057990801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=8411520509057990801&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/8411520509057990801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/8411520509057990801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/12/applying-for-apple.html' title='Applying for Apple'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-5426892743276613894</id><published>2009-12-03T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:55:32.823-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ohio'/><title type='text'>Sleepover</title><content type='html'>Last night, I had a sleepover with &lt;a href="http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/search/label/Ohio"&gt;Ohio&lt;/a&gt;. No, not a cutesy sleepover like kids have back in elementary school... It was one of those sleepovers filled with groping and sticky substances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home last night after seeing a performance of Mary Poppins (the musical) and as I was changing out of my dressy clothes (&lt;i&gt;which, by the way, I think I looked awesome in&lt;/i&gt;) I got a text from Ohio: "What r u doing?" So I decide to tell him that I just turned on the TV and was about to relax. And in the back of my mind, I knew that he was bored and wanted to hang out. He replies: "I'm bored. Wanna hang out?" =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tell him to come over since he lives right across the street. We turn on Glee, but we end up just talking through the first half of the episode. We just talked about different things, but we seemed to just ignore the drama that happened with James. I've gotten over it and I just didn't need to bring it up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Glee, the programs that I recorded in the living room didn't interest us so we went into my room to watch the shows I recorded in there. There's only one twin bed in my room, so we both got cozy on there. We've done this before, when we first started hanging out. Back then, we stayed on our respective sides of my small bed and hardly touched. But this time, we got close and soon he was resting his head on my arm. &lt;i&gt;I have to admit, I was expecting him to want something more than to just hang out... which was why I was wearing my tight fitting sleeveless wifebeater even though it was pretty cold in the apartment.. :P&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both started to fall asleep while watching TV, but my hand ended up near his crotch area, and then he got closer and pushed his crotch into my hand. I adjusted a bit, and felt that his dick was definitely hard. So of course I adjusted my hand a few more times, until I was just full on grabbing it. He then reaches into my pants and starts jacking me off. We take off our pants and we just jack each other off in the dark while making out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came together and cleaned ourselves up. We were either both tired so we basically just climbed back into bed and fell asleep in each other's arms. He woke up early this morning cuz he had to get back to his apartment to go to work. We didn't even say much to each other. He just got his pants on, put his shoes on, I walked him to the door, he told me thanks for letting him stay over, and then he walked out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess I have another friend that I can have some fun with now. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-5426892743276613894?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5426892743276613894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=5426892743276613894&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5426892743276613894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5426892743276613894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/12/sleepover.html' title='Sleepover'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-6775375338651207310</id><published>2009-12-02T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T15:02:18.254-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kerry Degman'/><title type='text'>Gorgeous Model</title><content type='html'>I was just introduced to this beautiful male specimen yesterday through &lt;a href="http://www.dudetubeonline.com/"&gt;dudetubeonline.com.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerry Degman -- GORGEOUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tetu.com/files/galeries/SHOT1_089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.tetu.com/files/galeries/SHOT1_089.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.tetu.com/files/galeries/SHOT3_006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://www.tetu.com/files/galeries/SHOT3_006.jpg" width="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Are you freaking kidding me? How hot is he?! Sigh... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-6775375338651207310?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6775375338651207310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=6775375338651207310&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6775375338651207310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6775375338651207310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/12/gorgeous-model.html' title='Gorgeous Model'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-1997832150346888442</id><published>2009-12-01T02:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T02:04:08.885-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='threesome'/><title type='text'>False Alarm</title><content type='html'>Sigh... I had a feeling that it wouldn't happen as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other guy's dinner went long and couldn't make it to the 3some on time. But we're most likely rescheduling. So it WILL happen. Just didn't happen tonight. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-1997832150346888442?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1997832150346888442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=1997832150346888442&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1997832150346888442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1997832150346888442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/12/false-alarm.html' title='False Alarm'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-4076901536496617088</id><published>2009-11-30T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:47:05.445-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='threesome'/><title type='text'>threesome</title><content type='html'>The title isn't some clever ploy to get you to read my post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ACTUALLY having a threesome TONIGHT. It's already planned. Unless something happens to one of us, I'll be having my first threesome in about 4 hours. OMG! I'm nervous and excited at the same time. I have to make the necessary preparations. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will most definitely be blogging about it afterwards.. good or bad, you'll get the details. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-4076901536496617088?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4076901536496617088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=4076901536496617088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/4076901536496617088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/4076901536496617088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/threesome.html' title='threesome'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-947627892220609241</id><published>2009-11-26T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T01:54:51.959-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='almost died'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stairs'/><title type='text'>Almost Died..</title><content type='html'>Sooooo just about 2 minutes ago I just tripped down the stairs and almost died....&lt;br /&gt;But using my amazing agility, I was able to grab on to the railing at the last moment to prevent myself from somersaulting to my doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I'd share my escape from death.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-947627892220609241?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/947627892220609241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=947627892220609241&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/947627892220609241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/947627892220609241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/almost-died.html' title='Almost Died..'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-7892191548942364295</id><published>2009-11-20T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T01:54:54.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fat Tuesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad kisser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>Mini Vacation</title><content type='html'>I'm always on some sort of vacation, aren't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my friend Kevin's birthday today and to celebrate, we're going to LAS VEGAS!! Vegas is his favorite place in the whole wide world. He goes there overnight on his days off. Pretty ridiculous, if you ask me. LOL. But I was excited when he invited me to go! Vegas is the only place where I feel comfortable drinking. And I only drink the Peach Bellini at Fat Tuesdays. (I'm sure I've blogged about this before on all my other Vegas posts... :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin's already there with some of our other friends and then a few of us are driving up today beacuse we couldn't afford missing too many days of work. But it's better this way anyway because I think spending 3 nights at Vegas is too much. I would just spend way too much money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do plan on spending money on a really nice buffet. I'm going to try and convince people to go to the Rio Village Seafood Buffet!! It's my FAVORITE buffet ever!! It's so freakin' good! But I guess any buffet with crab legs is good. I just LOVE crab legs!!! They might be my favorite expensive food. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if the guys don't want to go to a buffet.. I have a backup plan. Justin is also in Vegas. It's actually going to be my last time seeing Justin. He's in Vegas for a convention and then he drives his way across country to go back home. So I do want to see him one last time. He also suggested that I stay with him on Saturday night as a last goodbye... probably because he's horny. To be frank (and this is the perfect place to be), I've sort of lost my attraction for him. He's a really fun person to hang around and we have lots of things in common, but when it comes to physical attraction, it's not really there for me. Plus, he's a slobber-er... his kissing needs a lot of work. If you've read my giant &lt;a href="http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/rest-of-hawaii.html"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/a&gt; post, then you know how I feel about slobbery guys.. And it really just kills the mood when he's a bad kisser. :( Oh.. anyway.. my backup plan is to possibly break off from the group and go to a buffet with Justin. Kinda bad to break off from the birthday boy... but... I REALLY want crab legs. HAHA. But I think Kevin will also want a buffet because he loves to eat too (even though he's stick thin and super attractive) so maybe it won't be a problem. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I may or may not blog using my iPhone when I'm in Vegas. But I will most likely Tweet so keep an eye on my Twitter Feed on the side if you want to keep updated on me. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-7892191548942364295?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7892191548942364295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=7892191548942364295&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7892191548942364295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7892191548942364295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/mini-vacation.html' title='Mini Vacation'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-3417107533622540120</id><published>2009-11-19T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T01:47:33.081-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='torchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='souplantation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nintendo Wii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Present</title><content type='html'>So I didn't really blog much about my birthday. I guess it wasn't that exciting. However, I did have dinner with a group of my closest friends at Souplantation and I was very happy that they took time out of their schedule to celebrate my birthday with me. I had such a great time chatting with all of them and the food was awesome. I love me some Souplantation!!! or it's Sweet Tomatoes for some of you... and for those of you who have no idea what those are... it's basically a salad buffet. But they also have wonderful baked goods and some delicious soups. I go there for the clam chowder! It's AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different day, I also invited some friends over to play Nintendo Wii. That was also a lot of fun! We mostly played Guitar Hero and Mario Kart. I hadn't played in a LONG time so I was pretty bad at both. I really need to play more video games. HAHA. It just sits there, collecting dust, when I paid so much money for the console and the games! How did I afford all that crap?! Maybe I need to sell my games to get some extra money.... Some of those games I don't ever play and I can at least get about $5 for each of them, I think... Sigh, anyway... Wii Party went well. Again just glad that i have friends who want to spend some time with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for presents, I didn't really ask for anything this year. My mom and my sister gave me cash. Loved that. :) And I got a gift card to Yogurtland from one of my friends. Yogurtland is a self-serve frozen yogurt shop with tons of differen froze yogurt flavors and then you pile on fruit and candy toppings. You pay by the ounce so you can put as much or as little as you want in your little cup. SOOO freakin' good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a really nice surprise birthday present came from &lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;torchy!&lt;/a&gt; :) A few days after my birthday, I received a thin package in the mail from the UK. He had told me he was going to be sending me something so I was excited to see it. He printed out two gorgeous pictures that he had taken and sent them over to me. They're quite spectacular pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SwUT4XPoldI/AAAAAAAAAcY/tbmrQsx_TmU/s1600/torchy2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SwUT4XPoldI/AAAAAAAAAcY/tbmrQsx_TmU/s320/torchy2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SwUT3DWbuWI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/yaKvQsRdXKU/s1600/torchy1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SwUT3DWbuWI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/yaKvQsRdXKU/s320/torchy1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scanned them into my computer so the quality may have suffered a bit, but I assure you the pictures look AMAZING in person. THANKS torchy! You're the best!! I love them so much and can't wait to get them framed and hanging on my wall! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-3417107533622540120?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3417107533622540120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=3417107533622540120&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3417107533622540120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3417107533622540120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/birthday-present.html' title='Birthday Present'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SwUT4XPoldI/AAAAAAAAAcY/tbmrQsx_TmU/s72-c/torchy2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-5700945925084916965</id><published>2009-11-18T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:31:19.797-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='AJ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questionnaire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad libs'/><title type='text'>AJ's Questionnaire</title><content type='html'>So AJ over at &lt;a href="http://ajcon89.blogspot.com/"&gt;AJ's Ramblings&lt;/a&gt; decided to give us 40 questions to answer. He intended the answers to be written in his comments (which I did do) but I decided to post them here as well so you all can get to know me a little better. Feel free to copy and paste the questions and post your own answers about yourself in my comments as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and while you're here, why not join in the fun from my previous post and fill out the Mad Libs!! Have some fun with it!! Just fill in random funny things! PLEASE?! I'll love you forever!! THANKS! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(some questions were omitted because they pertained to the female sex only)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Name? (screen name is fine)&lt;br /&gt;DOUG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Are you a boy or girl?&lt;br /&gt;BOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;25... SIGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Are you straight, gay, bi or unsure&lt;br /&gt;GAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Whats your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;BLUE &amp;amp; BLACK.. sorry had to pick two..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Whats your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;JAPANESE!! LOVE SUSHI!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. If you could choose only one type of food for the rest of you life, what type would it be? (ex. Italian, chinese, french, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER IS JAPANESE AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;5'9"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Hair color?&lt;br /&gt;BLACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Whats your favorite movie?&lt;br /&gt;OOO TOUGHY... JURASSIC PARK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite book?&lt;br /&gt;SCREWED-UP LIFE OF CHARLIE THE SECOND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite tv show?&lt;br /&gt;LOST (for now.. but I have sooo many!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What are your hobbies?&lt;br /&gt;DANCING, COMPUTERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What is the #1 thing that grosses you out?&lt;br /&gt;ALSO A TOUGHY.. BUT BUGS?.. YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Are you a virgin?&lt;br /&gt;MOST DEFINITELY NOT.. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Are you athletic? What sports?&lt;br /&gt;MOST DEFINITELY NOT.. BUT I GUESS I DO DANCE, WHICH KEEPS ME ATHLETIC. JUST NOT AN ACTUAL SPORT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. For guys: How big are you? (you know what I mean... lol) Are you cut or uncut?&lt;br /&gt;6.5" UNCUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you happy with your size?&lt;br /&gt;IT COULD BE BIGGER, I GUESS. BUT NO COMPLAINTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you like, tolerate or get disgusted when you see an attractive person of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T GET DISGUSTED IF THEY'RE ATTRACTIVE! HOT GIRLS ARE HOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What do you want to do with your life?&lt;br /&gt;I'M STILL TRYING TO FIGURE THAT OUT... SIGH...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Do you masturbate? how many times a day?&lt;br /&gt;SOOOO MANY TIMES A DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you have a "special" toy? (again you all know what I mean... lol)&lt;br /&gt;I DO KNOW WHAT YOU MEAN! AND HELL YES I LOVE MY DILDO! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever broken a bone or had another serious injury or sickness? Explain.&lt;br /&gt;NO BROKEN BONES BUT I HAD ASTHMA WHEN I WAS A KID. I ALSO HAVE SCOLIOSIS AND IT'S STARTING TO GIVE ME SOME LOWER BACK PROBLEMS NOW. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What do you think is your most attractive feature?&lt;br /&gt;I REALLY HATE THIS QUESTION BECAUSE I CAN NEVER THINK OF SOMETHING THAT I LIKE ABOUT MYSELF. BUT I GUESS I'M ALWAYS PRETTY PROUD OF HOW MY ABS LOOK WHEN I DON'T EVER WORK THEM OUT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What do you think is your least attractive feature?&lt;br /&gt;OH I HATE THIS QUESTION TOO BECAUSE I CAN GO ON AND ON. BUT PROBABLY MY THICK, UN-TANNED THINGS. YUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. If there is one thing in your life you could change, what would that be?&lt;br /&gt;THE PAY RATE FOR THE JOB I DO NOW. I WANT TO GET PAID THE BIG BUCKS FOR WHAT I DO... BUT I DON'T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Are you in a relationship? explain a little (boy, girl, short term, long term, etc)&lt;br /&gt;NO... I WISH... HE'S OUT THERE SOMEWHERE, RIGHT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. When was the last time you got some sexual action? (of any type)&lt;br /&gt;LAST WEEK... I NEED SOME AGAIN SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Mac or PC?&lt;br /&gt;MAC!! MAC!! MAC!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Iphone, Blackberry, other PDA, or regular cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;iPHONE FOR SURE!! I'LL NEVER GO BACK TO HAVING A REGULAR PHONE NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you have any pets? Which ones?&lt;br /&gt;MY FAMILY HAS A DOG, BUT SHE DOESN'T LIVE WITH ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. For gay and bi guys: Are you a top or bottom?&lt;br /&gt;BOTTOM. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Whats the one thing in your life you are most proud of?&lt;br /&gt;MY WONDERFUL FRIENDS THAT I'VE MADE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Where is the weirdest place you masturbated or had sex?&lt;br /&gt;PUBLIC BATHROOM, I GUESS...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Most number of times you came in a day?&lt;br /&gt;5? MAYBE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What are you most afraid of?&lt;br /&gt;BANKRUPTCY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Favorite porn star?&lt;br /&gt;HMMM SO MANY! I CAN'T DECIDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Do you have a blog? What is it?&lt;br /&gt;THIS ONE! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-5700945925084916965?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5700945925084916965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=5700945925084916965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5700945925084916965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5700945925084916965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/ajs-questionnaire.html' title='AJ&apos;s Questionnaire'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-1255377280062686113</id><published>2009-11-16T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T14:12:19.673-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debriefing the boys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mad libs'/><title type='text'>Mad Libs #1</title><content type='html'>Matt over at &lt;a href="http://debriefingtheboys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Debriefing the Boys&lt;/a&gt;, which by the way is an AWESOME blog, recently blogged about anonymity in the blogging world and how he has to censor things that may reveal too much about his friends because he feels that it's not his story to tell when it directly involves other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he wrote an entire paragraph using "[______]" for anything that would be too revealing. In the comments of that post, someone decided to play Mad Libs and filled in those blanks at his choosing. I thought it was HILARIOUS and thought it would be a fun game to play here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it's another way to blog about my boring life without letting it get too boring on this blog! So I'll write a paragraph about something and put several blanks in there... then you all will comment on the post and fill in the blanks. I may or may not reveal what REALLY should be in the blanks in another post. Ready? Here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was woken up by [________]. I couldn't get back to sleep so I just decided to [________]. At work, I felt so [________] because I was able to [________] for [________]. Tonight, I came home to find [________] and [________] watching TV. Apparently, [________] had already finished putting the [________] up, which made me really excited. Then I went online to chat with [________]. He was very [________] so he asked if I would [________] for him. I agreed, so I brought my [________] into the bathroom and [________]. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EDIT: &lt;/b&gt;Feel free to fill in with completely silly and out-of-place answers! That's the fun part of Mad Libs!! The more nonsense the better! HAHA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-1255377280062686113?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1255377280062686113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=1255377280062686113&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1255377280062686113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1255377280062686113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/mad-libs-1.html' title='Mad Libs #1'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-5092685314586447664</id><published>2009-11-15T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T04:13:55.295-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Penelope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='SNL'/><title type='text'>Penelope</title><content type='html'>My favorite sketch on SNL right now are the "Penelope" skits with Kristin Wiig. She's SOOO freakin' hilarious. She's the ultimate one-upper. And the things that come out of her mouth are just AMAZING. Check them out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/N1TNasOzTnKcqKi7e9XvZA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/N1TNasOzTnKcqKi7e9XvZA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"&amp;nbsp; width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.hulu.com/embed/O3Ph7Q1wNE_GwLK6w-kRyg/0/231/i228"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.hulu.com/embed/O3Ph7Q1wNE_GwLK6w-kRyg/0/231/i228" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullScreen="true"&amp;nbsp; width="512" height="296"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My biological father is George Washington, so... a little more famous, so... he's on the dollar bill... I am too, that's my eye on the pyramid, so..." HAHAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-5092685314586447664?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5092685314586447664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=5092685314586447664&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5092685314586447664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5092685314586447664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/penelope.html' title='Penelope'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-3836945069012999177</id><published>2009-11-14T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T21:32:03.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>A Broken Promise</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty sure I made a promise to blog more often... Well that went to shit now didn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to try and blog more often.. even about things that don't seem like such a big deal. I want to keep this thing up to date. So I just have to get over the fact that my life isn't as amazingly exciting and just write. And maybe I just have to try and make things that really aren't that great just SOUND exciting in my writing. Maybe I just need to start making stuff up... or adding words that will make an impact..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I normally would write:&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to the market and bought a box of cereal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But from now on, I will write:&lt;br /&gt;Today, I used my jetpack and flew to the market to buy a box of COCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know.. work in progress.. I'll work on fine-tuning it a bit more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-3836945069012999177?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3836945069012999177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=3836945069012999177&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3836945069012999177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3836945069012999177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/broken-promise.html' title='A Broken Promise'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-2645035912971708425</id><published>2009-11-05T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T00:52:06.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fleshbot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys with iphones'/><title type='text'>Guys With iPhones (Part 3), Fleshbot</title><content type='html'>So &lt;a href="http://guyswithiphones.com/post/060718/"&gt;Guys With iPhones&lt;/a&gt; once again chose my picture to be posted on their site. :) I was really excited to see my picture up there with all the other hotties dressed up for Halloween, like this guy here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://guyswithiphones.com/images/sup-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://guyswithiphones.com/images/sup-2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not only did I get my picture posted on Guys With iPhones, it somehow found its way on &lt;a href="http://gay.fleshbot.com/5396542/gorgoeous-gods-giving-good-guns/"&gt;Fleshbot&lt;/a&gt;. Basically, Fleshbot is a site that rounds up all the hot, gay material out there on the internet. I think my sluttiness definitely has risen to a new level now that I made it onto Fleshbot. HAHA. Thanks to my buddy Barry for discovering the link and sending it to me! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-2645035912971708425?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2645035912971708425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=2645035912971708425&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2645035912971708425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2645035912971708425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/guys-with-iphones-part-3-fleshbot.html' title='Guys With iPhones (Part 3), Fleshbot'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-3005997526965499591</id><published>2009-11-01T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T01:43:21.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buzz Lightyear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys with iphones'/><title type='text'>Halloween = Success!!</title><content type='html'>So I didn't actually go anywhere on Halloween day, but I had a party the night before at a friend's house. I'm really glad I went and am really glad that I finished my costume. The final product was AWESOME and it was a big hit at the party. And I got compliments throughout the night on my abs. :P Sooooo proud of myself. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Su1G36PNiKI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ljv-Fu9ePUA/s1600-h/IMG_7257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Su1G36PNiKI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ljv-Fu9ePUA/s320/IMG_7257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;There's the completed shirt. It's a sleeveless crop top. I ironed on the Space Ranger logo in the middle and the "Lightyear." The buttons on the both sides are made of felt that I just cut up, stacked on top of each other, and glued to the shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Su1HAnj4BDI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_hGJ4YBSKT4/s1600-h/IMG_7258.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Su1HAnj4BDI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_hGJ4YBSKT4/s320/IMG_7258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Su1HIJHR22I/AAAAAAAAAbo/ZR4osBBCiGY/s1600-h/IMG_7259.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Su1HIJHR22I/AAAAAAAAAbo/ZR4osBBCiGY/s320/IMG_7259.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the two designs that I painted on my arms... Kinda messed up the "SR" (Space Ranger) logo, but I don't think anyone noticed if they weren't in the light. And then N helped me draw the LASER logo on my right arm since I'm right-handed and didn't trust myself to make good lines using my left hand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even made shoes covers so that I was covered head-to-toe in Buzz Lightyear. But I didn't get a picture of it. :( Anyway, here's the final product:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Su1F49sahxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/AIRft0tPsWg/s1600-h/-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Su1F49sahxI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/AIRft0tPsWg/s320/-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;You can't see, but I spray painted my hair purple because Buzz Lightyear wears a purple hood. And the fingerless gloves adds to the slut factor, don't you think? :P Oh, and I'm looking at the picture right now, but can you tell that those are booty shorts? I just bought white booty shorts from American Apparel and then glued the green onto the waistline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm seriously proud that I was able to get it all done. It took quite a bit of time and effort to make all this, but it was fairly cheap and I think it was worth it in the end! I've even uploaded the above photo to &lt;a href="http://www.guyswithiphones.com/"&gt;Guys With iPhones&lt;/a&gt; so keep an eye out for it if they decide to post it on the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-3005997526965499591?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3005997526965499591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=3005997526965499591&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3005997526965499591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3005997526965499591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween-success.html' title='Halloween = Success!!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Su1G36PNiKI/AAAAAAAAAbY/ljv-Fu9ePUA/s72-c/IMG_7257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-5170646410608887932</id><published>2009-10-27T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T13:33:20.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='costume'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buzz Lightyear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slutty'/><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>It's almost Halloween!! So that last time I talked about a costume, I was still set on the idea of using my leather jacket for something. Well, I've since scrapped that idea and now have gone a completely different route. Ok, well.. not completely different. I'm still going to be slutty and have very little clothes on... &lt;i&gt;If anything, I'm going to be showing a lot MORE skin with this new costume idea&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... this year... I'm going to be... Slutty Buzz Lightyear. &lt;i&gt;Hehehehehe&lt;/i&gt;. This was all Bryan's idea when I was complaining to him how I couldn't find leather chaps that looked good for my Slutty Biker idea. So he just decided to help me brainstorm new ideas and Buzz Lightyear came up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm making the costume from scratch and at first I thought it would be pretty lame... But now that I've started creating it, I'm getting really excited for it! I just have a few more things that I need to do to complete it and then I'll DEFINITELY take a picture and post it here. Oh it's going to be great! But I better go on a slight diet and do some extra ab workouts from now until Halloween!! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a fun and safe Halloween this year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;UPDATE: &lt;/b&gt;Here's what I have of my costume so far.. Just some logos to iron-on for the shirt and then some extra touches for shoes and I'm done! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SudY6B8O7II/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgl3RALseJg/s1600-h/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SudY6B8O7II/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgl3RALseJg/s200/photo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-5170646410608887932?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5170646410608887932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=5170646410608887932&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5170646410608887932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5170646410608887932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-fun.html' title='Halloween Fun'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SudY6B8O7II/AAAAAAAAAbI/qgl3RALseJg/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-6325904896637127591</id><published>2009-10-19T00:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T00:43:33.040-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>The Bad News</title><content type='html'>So this last week has been pretty eventful and busy. I've already blogged about Justin and our first date/night together. Well, we've actually been together for the past 4 nights. He's come over to hang out and we'd watch tv and cuddle and hold each other. It's really really nice. We also get hot and steamy too ;) but last night we actually just cuddled and went to bed after watching SNL on my TiVo. Felt so good to have someone put their arms around me in the middle of the night and hug me tight. And he does this thing where we'd just be holding hands watching tv and then he'll lean in and give me a kiss on the cheek. So freaking cute!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I mentioned that there's bad news with Justin in my last entry... He's going to be leaving in mid-November. :( He's only here working at Disneyland temporarily and he's going to be going back home to North Carolina in November, down to Disneyworld to work a few weeks during the Holidays, and then he goes abroad to Hong Kong for a semester... It really sucks that I've found someone that has so many ridiculously random things in common with me (i.e. we both LOVE dinosaurs) and he's gonna have to leave in less than a month. I think we're both making the best of the time that we have left... Cuz I'm sure neither of us know what's going to happen when the time comes when he has to leave. We haven't discussed it, cuz we aren't anything official right now... But maybe that's just going to be how it is considering the situation. Being official will just make things harder. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-6325904896637127591?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6325904896637127591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=6325904896637127591&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6325904896637127591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6325904896637127591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/bad-news.html' title='The Bad News'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-3607757237740730920</id><published>2009-10-17T13:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T13:08:23.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25th Birthday</title><content type='html'>6 years ago I made fun of my sister by telling her she was turning "a quarter of a century old!" and now it's my turn. :P Lots to blog about from this week of birthday celebrations. Will sit down and do it once I have more time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-3607757237740730920?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3607757237740730920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=3607757237740730920&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3607757237740730920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3607757237740730920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/25th-birthday.html' title='25th Birthday'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-2775246984444569100</id><published>2009-10-14T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T23:25:50.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family Guy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><title type='text'>Justin</title><content type='html'>Well my lunch date with Justin went exceptionally well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met for lunch at a Japanese restaurant that I had never been before but I trusted his choice because 1) he's a self-proclaimed picky eater so it must be good and 2) I love Japanese food no matter what. I got there early so I got a table and waited for him. After looking at the menu for a bit, he walked in and sat down. &lt;i&gt;Was I supposed to stand up and hug him? I never know what to do in that situation...&lt;/i&gt; He let me know his recommendations on the menu and it sounded real good. So I got a lunch combination that was fairly cheap, so I was happy. We proceeded to just chat about different things. I was happy that there were no awkward silences. &lt;i&gt;I've expressed many times on here that my big fear on a date is having awkward silences... so I'm VERY happy that there were none of those.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch was over, there was still time before I had to go to work so he suggested we walk around the area a little. I took that as a good sign that he wanted to spend more time with me. :) We walked around a bit and saw that there was a big Halloween store and we both decided we wanted to check it out. We just walked around the store having a great time making fun of the costumes they sell nowadays. &lt;i&gt;We said that they might as well rename Halloween as Slutty Day. &lt;/i&gt;Oh and I actually found a pair of costume chaps that would work well for my "Sexy Biker Dude" costume, but they were a bit big. They were one-size-fits-all, which meant way too big... I'll have to think about it and see if I can adjust/alter them somehow. After the Halloween store, we also walked into Cost Plus World Market where I bought some Sour Cola Bottle Candies that I hadn't been able to find ANYWHERE else! Such an awesome find!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, it was time for me to go to work. He genuinely seemed sad that it was time for me to go to work and told me he had a good time and that we should do this again soon. We parted ways at the parking structure and I walked back to my car with big smile on my face. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work, I planned a Lost marathon with my friends where we would watch multiple episodes of Lost Season 2. We decided on ordering Thai food, because it sounded so good to all of us. I was texting Justin about this and invited him over for some Thai food if he wouldn't mind watching Lost with us. We had discussed this while at Cost Plus but he said he had never watched Lost. So to my surprise, he agreed to come! Of course I was excited that he wanted to spend more time with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While he was heading over, I actually started chatting with Bryan (Justin and my mutual friend) online and he let me know that Justin had told him that he had a great time on the date. It was really cool to get insider information like this. hehe. I told him about him coming over to have Thai food and watch Lost and he said that it was a definitely a good sign that he would want to come over. He just told me to be confident in myself with him and that we are both good guys and that he approves. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Justin came over and I introduced him to my friends. I have a couch that fits three and then a chaise lounge that fits one. My two other friends that were there are an item so I let them sit on one side of the couch together while I sat on the other side of the couch and Justin on the chaise. I would've much rather tried to cuddle up with Justin, but that wasn't going to be possible. Oh Justin was a trooper.. he stuck through 5 episodes of Lost before my friends called it quits for the night. He watched the first 5 episodes of Season 2 without having watched any of Season 1 before. He must've been utterly confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my friends left, he also said he was going to head out but he let my friends leave first so we could chat a little more. Somehow the chatting led to Family Guy and how he didn't watch the episode where Stewie built a device that transported him and Brian to different universes and one of them being where everything is drawn in the style of Disney cartoons. So I told him I could bring it up on my laptop in my room. Unfortunately, there was only a twin bed where we could both sit on &lt;i&gt;*wink wink*&lt;/i&gt; so we had to sit pretty close to each other on the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After what happened with Jon and how we watched TV on my bed and didn't even touch, I decided I was not going to make the same mistake. I purposely placed my hand close to his hand on several occasions to see what he would do. He didn't pull away. And finally I just let my fingers touch his, and he responded by wrapping his fingers around mine. Soon after, we were holding hands and caressing each other's fingers... all the while watching a hilarious episode of Family Guy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Guy was way too short and the episode ended only after a few minutes of hand holding, so I suggested we watch some SNL clips on Hulu which he had told me about earlier in the day. So we ended up searching for several Kristin Weig clips that were hilarious (Penelope Traffic School, Penelope Therapy, Gilly, Lawrence Welk Show). We laughed soooo hard together. It was great that we had the same sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, we had moved on from just hand holding to full on cuddle with hands running through hair and hands caressing chests. So when we exhausted our Hulu videos, we were so ready to just make out. He had really soft lips and he was a gentle kisser. He was the first to initiate tongue and while he was slightly more forceful with the tongue, it wasn't to the point where I didn't like it (i.e. Slobberfest from Hawaii). At this point, we were groping each other everywhere; we just couldn't keep our hands off each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon, both our hands went south and we could feel each other's hard-ons. It seemed he was waiting for my cue because he wouldn't brush up against my dick until I had done so. He didn't grab my ass I had grabbed his ass. So I just went for it and unzipped his pants and he did the same with me. We were still passionately kissing during this whole time as we jacked each other off. As we got close, he climbed on top of me and grabbed both our dicks in his hands and jacked us off together. We came at the same time; it was soooo hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cleaned ourselves off and then went to bed together in my teeny tiny bed. We were still half naked and his body heat kept me warm while it rained outside. So nice to have someone to cuddle up with at night. At around 1045am, I shot up in bed and thought to myself "FUCK! I forgot to tell him to move his car." Just like how I got a parking ticket for parking downstairs, Justin was surely going to get a ticket for parking overnight. But I didn't say anything because at this point, he had his hands on my leg and was brushing his hands dangerously close to my growing bulge. So I just let him keep going because if the parking officer was going to give the ticket, he would've already done so earlier in the day.. so no use telling him at this moment. &lt;i&gt;I'm horrible, I know!! but I'm super horny in the mornings, especially if there's a cute boy sleeping next to me!&lt;/i&gt; So after we finished up, I finally told him and I said that I'd pay for his ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left the apartment to go have a quick lunch before I had to go to work and we checked his car then, and he indeed got a ticket. But he refused to let me pay for his ticket, saying that it wasn't my fault and that he didn't intend on staying the night. I still felt really bad and kept offering while he kept denying it. So when he was leaving, I told him I'd make it up to him somehow. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the day today, we've continued to chat through texting. I think we definitely hit it off and that there's something there. PLUS, I have insider information from Bryan telling me that Justin really had a great time and that he's really into me. &lt;i&gt;YAY!!&lt;/i&gt; Unfortunately there is some bad news to the whole Justin situation, which I guess I'll save for the next blog.... This is a giant blog entry already...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-2775246984444569100?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2775246984444569100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=2775246984444569100&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2775246984444569100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2775246984444569100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/justin.html' title='Justin'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-2678551315799876244</id><published>2009-10-13T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T02:57:57.588-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kyle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Justin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juggling guys'/><title type='text'>Juggling</title><content type='html'>I never really thought that I'd be one of these people, but I'm currently juggling three guys and, I'm not going to lie, it's kind of cool. lol. Seriously, I never thought that I'd even have guys interested in me, let alone THREE guys. Well, the first guy, I've talked about: Jason. And he's not the best one out of the three. Basically, I've sort of given up on having any sort of real relationship with him and so I've contacted him less ove the past two or three weeks. And I think he's starting to realize that and has been trying to get me to see him (to do the nasty, of course... =P) And actually, I did agree to meet him this Thursday because, frankly, I'm horny. But I really do think that our "relationship" now has strictly become fuck buddies, and I'm totally fine with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy #2 is Cute Boy, which I've referred to a few times on this blog. His name is Kyle. He's a really sweet and nice kid, but I'm gonna have to say he's a bit young and I am discovering that we don't have too much in common with each other. He's nice to look at and all, but that only lasts for so long. We do chat with each other a lot though. A lot of texting. And we just talk about nothing in particular and it's fun to just have someone to do that with... but I would consider him just a really good friend. Unfortunately, I complicated it for myself by inviting him over one night last week and we ended up sleeping together. I was feeling lonely after what happened with Ohio last week and I guess I just wanted to feel better about myself. But I am regretting it because I think Kyle now expects more from me and I'm not sure I can provide that for him if I'm not that interested in him romantically...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy #3 is a very recent development. This weekend, Bryan from Disney World came to visit. For those who have been a reader of my blog, then you know that Bryan is a boy I met up with when I went to Florida this past June. Well nothing happened between Bryan and me and we just became good friends. So he was out here visiting Disneyland and I played in the parks with him and his friends for a few days. Well, Bryan also has a friend, Justin, that he used to work with in Disney World but now works at Disneyland. When I first saw Justin, I thought, "Ooo, he's cute! Why didn't I meet him earlier when he first came out to Disneyland?" And he's a BIG Disney goob, which I really like. And to top it off, he loves dinosaurs. HAHA. The night that we met, we were going to sit down to watch a show that wasn't to start for another 30 minutes, so Justin said that he was going to go find some snacks to buy and eat. Noone else wanted to move because they were tired, but I immediately asked if I could tag along. I'm so proud of myself for doing that because I NEVER take the initiative when it comes to boys. I'm really glad that I tagged along because we had time to chat and learn about each other while waiting in line for food. We did the same thing the next night when we all hung out again. So tonight, I text him and asked if he wanted to grab lunch tomorrow and he agreed. We're going for some Japanese food (YUMMMMM!). I'm so excited to see what comes of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I never thought I'd be one to be juggling guys like this. I still see myself as this nerdy, dorky, average-looking, bumbling idiot that noone would even take a second look at, so it's just a big surprise to me that 3 guys would be interested in me at one time. Does this make me ... a player?? LOL =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-2678551315799876244?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2678551315799876244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=2678551315799876244&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2678551315799876244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2678551315799876244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/juggling.html' title='Juggling'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-1774997877487119036</id><published>2009-10-08T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:38:48.918-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ohio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betrayed'/><title type='text'>Update on the Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;So I posted this as a reply to all the comments from my last post about Ohio and James and I think it warrants its own post:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you for all your comments everyone. I'm glad that everyone sees it the way I see it. But I've had the whole day to cool off and I think I'm going to just let it go and chalk it up to a lesson learned.. it'll make me a better person if I don't hold the grudge. I mean, it was early enough that there really was no harm done, so I can't really be that mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll speak to James again, but I don't think our friendship can be the same as before. And I've already spoken briefly with Ohio again, just to keep things civil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I being much too nice a person?..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-1774997877487119036?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1774997877487119036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=1774997877487119036&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1774997877487119036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1774997877487119036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/update-on-drama.html' title='Update on the Drama'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-6539006061907518024</id><published>2009-10-07T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T14:22:17.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ohio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betrayed'/><title type='text'>Why You Can't Trust Your "Friends"</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I learned that you really just can't trust your "friends."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all out of order now because I was going to blog about a new boy that I started seeing. This new boy, we'll call him Ohio, is cute and we had a lot of interests in common. I found out that he works at Disneyland too and that we were actually neighbors. He lives across the street from me. So we hung out one night and just talked and talked and it was fun. We also watched TV together and had lunch, so things were (I thought) going pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago, he came to watch me in the parade, which was really cute. My friend in the parade, James, spotted him out in the crowd and asked who he was and I told him he was a boy that I was starting to see and going on a date with. James said he was really cute and I could tell he was jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, James Facebook chatted me and asked me about him. He asked for his name and I told him. And then he said he's friend request him on Facebook. Half-jokingly I told him, "Don't steal him from me!" And he just said he just wanted to check him out on Facebook and be friends. And all I could say back was, "Well, you do whatever you want James" because it was too late now. He already had his name and could look him up. I already had a bad feeling about it as soon as that conversation was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, Ohio asks me who this James person was because he friend requested him on Facebook. I told him that he was a friend from parades and I had told him his name because he had asked. Ohio said he recognized him from the parade but just wanted to make sure and that he doesn't accept friend requests from people he doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, before work, I asked what Ohio was doing and he said he was going to be in the park the whole day and he'll watch me in the parade again. I asked what he was doing afterwards and said he already had plans with his roommates. Oh well. So he watched the parade and I danced for him. Again, cute that he came to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home and started watching TV. An hour later, I looked at my Facebook and saw that Ohio had mobile uploaded a photo of himself and James on Space Mountain! I saw the picture and I was sooooo freakin' livid. I was actually shaking and just couldn't move for a few minutes. I was so mad! I text James: "Wow..." And he had the audacity to pretend he didn't know what was wrong. I told him he knows exactly what is wrong and don't play dumb. Played dumb again. Here's the text conversation.. (and I left all of his spelling/grammar mistakes in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; Hope you have fun with your new friend. I can't believe you...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;James:&amp;nbsp; Doug seriously. Why r u being like that.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; You know if you just told me, I probably wouldn't be this upset. That's messed up and you know it. And it doesn't matter what your intentions are with him. Even tho im pretty sure what they are. It's hard enough for me to find new friends... Why couldn't you find your own?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;James:&amp;nbsp; Wow. How older than u r than me and ur reacting like this seriously. You've been on dates with him I haven't. Really.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; There's nothing wrong with what you did.. It's how you did it. Seriously you could have told me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;James:&amp;nbsp; exactly what did I do ?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me:&amp;nbsp; James, it's simple courtesy to tell me that you were going to hang out with him. You know Im interested him. It's the least you could have done. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No responses (for a while) after that. In the meanwhile, Ohio texts me as well:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ohio: Hey don't be mad at James. I'm sorry this was my fault. I should have told you. If you're upset, be upset at me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't respond to him at all. I just wasn't in the mood to talk to him either. you know, we had only hung out a little bit and nothign really happened between us yet. So we weren't really much more than friends yet. But I started to like him because he was nice and easy to talk to. But no matter how long I had known him, James knew that I was interested in him and that we were going on dates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At midnight, James and Ohio both text me. Ohio says that it's all his fault. He was the one that messaged him and the one who invited him to hang out. He admits it was really shitty to do. I respond back that I obviously can't tell him who to hang out with but the fact that neither of them told me was what I was upset about. Ohio admits that he wanted to keep it quiet for a bit. I asked why, and he said because he didn't want to hurt me. And he kept telling me not to be mad at James. I just told him that it's as much his fault for not telling me about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James said he doesn't want to lose me as a friend and doesn't want this to come between us. He says he knows he's in the wrong now but then he complains that he thinks I'm mad at his intentions. I respond back that I'm most upset about him hiding it from me, and not his intentions to "steal" him from me or whatever. He says he wasn't hiding anything. So I ask, "so you don't think there was any need for you to tell me that you guys were hanging out?" He asks, "he didn't tell you anything?" I say, "No he didn't, but you didn't think to mention it to me when you saw me at work?" He says, "He invited me after work when you were gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh.. I was done at that point. I just said, "Ok well thanks for the explanation." Again, he says he doesn't want to lose me as a friend, but I don't respond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could he not have TEXT me after he got the invitation? You guys might be thinking that I totally over-reacted over a boy that I hardly even know yet.. and maybe I did a little bit. But I still think that it was a super shitty thing for BOTH of them to do. I'm really not sure who I'm mad at more. I just can't believe that a friend would do this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-6539006061907518024?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6539006061907518024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=6539006061907518024&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6539006061907518024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6539006061907518024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/shady-friends.html' title='Why You Can&apos;t Trust Your &quot;Friends&quot;'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-3431900278315707374</id><published>2009-10-06T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T19:13:24.564-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jared Padalecki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cougar Town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nick Zano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh Hopkins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Clayton Rogers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jensen Ackles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Supernatural'/><title type='text'>Eye Candy on TV</title><content type='html'>I love the eye candy on TV these days... the boys are so yummy on a lot of shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example... the new Courtney Cox hit "Cougar Town" has already had a few hotties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y136/ThisWorldHasOnly1SweetMoment/Zano.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y136/ThisWorldHasOnly1SweetMoment/Zano.jpg" width="152" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nick Zano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.cinemarx.ro/poze/postere/actori/dav/David-Clayton-Rogers-204371-786.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.cinemarx.ro/poze/postere/actori/dav/David-Clayton-Rogers-204371-786.jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;David Clayton Rogers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ohlalamag.com/.a/6a00e54fb7301c8834011572489c38970b-800wi" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.ohlalamag.com/.a/6a00e54fb7301c8834011572489c38970b-800wi" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Josh Hopkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And of course, there's Supernatural (which I REALLY need to get into!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.comicbookmovie.com/images/users/uploads/8829/The-Gorgeous-Jensen-Ackles-jensen-ackles-40870_374_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.comicbookmovie.com/images/users/uploads/8829/The-Gorgeous-Jensen-Ackles-jensen-ackles-40870_374_500.jpg" width="149" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jensen Ackles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2007/01/jared-padalecki-shirtless.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="176" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2007/01/jared-padalecki-shirtless.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Jared Padalecki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;oooo so yummy. Of course there are more shows and more guys. But I just thought I'd share some of my favs right now. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-3431900278315707374?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3431900278315707374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=3431900278315707374&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3431900278315707374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3431900278315707374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-love-eye-candy-on-tv-these-days.html' title='Eye Candy on TV'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-2557691137602480751</id><published>2009-10-03T22:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T22:53:57.793-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Halloween Costume Possibility?</title><content type='html'>So going through my closet, I found/remembered that I own a really nice leather jacket that I bought in Italy about 5 years ago. I'm thinking sexy biker boy... something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted this on Twitter earlier today, but I thought I'd share it here too. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Ssg4WmnafGI/AAAAAAAAAbA/AytXtIRXAAA/s1600-h/Photo+816.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Ssg4WmnafGI/AAAAAAAAAbA/AytXtIRXAAA/s320/Photo+816.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't already, why not follow me on Twitter @nytedragon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-2557691137602480751?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2557691137602480751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=2557691137602480751&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2557691137602480751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2557691137602480751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-costume-possibility.html' title='Halloween Costume Possibility?'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Ssg4WmnafGI/AAAAAAAAAbA/AytXtIRXAAA/s72-c/Photo+816.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-6925148694836619750</id><published>2009-10-02T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T00:47:50.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyler&apos;s Mosaic Game'/><title type='text'>Answers to the Mosaic Game</title><content type='html'>So it looks like those of you who guessed my answers did pretty well! Congrats! Here are my answers:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Where are you from? (you can choose to answer with your country, state/province, or city)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I live in Disneyland. haha. Yes, inside it. LOL. I wish!! But I do live in the city that Disneyland is located: Anaheim, CA. I live 3 minutes away from the Happiest Place on Earth! :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;2) What's your favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;SUSHI!! So good! I actually had All-You-Can-Eat sushi two nights ago and I was in heaven! YUMMY YUM YUM!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;3) What's your favourite drink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I feel like my favorite drink changes frequently. If it was about a year ago, I would've said Coca Cola. But I've since quit all sodas/pop (whatever you guys call it hehe) and so I drink a lot of tea. And Arizona Lemon Iced Tea is now my FAVORITE! I'm going to have a glass right now!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;4) What's your ideal/favourite (future) job/career?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Some of you were on the right track in guessing this one. I really hope to one day be in charge of the Entertainment Department at Disneyland. It's a far reach for a goal, but there is a possibility. I just need to start getting on the right track in doing that. Hopefully my Masters degree will help in that!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;5) What's your favourite thing about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I had trouble coming up with this because I don't really like too much about myself. But I would say that my smile is a nice feature. I seem to always be smiling and I do it as part of my job. So it better be pretty nice! haha.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;6) What's the place you most want to visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;AUSTRALIA! I visited the land down under when I was 4 years old, but I want to go back! I have relatives in Melbourne, but yet I haven't gone to visit. Maybe the $2000+ air fare is the cause of that... haha. It's just so beautiful - the scenery AND the guys! hehe. And I just love an Aussie accent! Mmmm! Who wants to sponsor me on a trip to Australia??&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;7) What's your favourite body feature on someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whenever I check out a guy, my eyes always go straight to the arms. Biceps and triceps are sooo hot! There's just nothing like strong arms to hold you! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;8) What's your favourite Movie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;It was hard to choose one movie to put on here, but I will have to say Jurassic Park... the original, of course. :) There are others that I was considering (Love Actually, Finding Nemo) but Jurassic Park has just always been up there because I LOVE dinosaurs. And when I saw it in theaters, I just remembered being in AWE when I first watched the scene with the Brachiosaur towering over Dr. Grant. Oh, Steven Spielberg is a genius (and I'm a big nerd) :P&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;9) What's your favourite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;LOST!! Lost is my absolute favorite TV show right now. I can't wait until the 6th Season starts in January. Unfortunately, it's the last season... but it's been a good run. I have a few friends who are LOST fanatics like me and we're trying to go through all the episodes from the first 5 seasons before the premiere in January so that we can pick up on clues and hidden references. We're still on Season 1... working on it!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;10) Choose one word that best describes you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;OMG I can't believe someone got it from the picture. Yes.. I'm LAZY LAZY LAZY!! I wake up at noon every day and I sleep/nap anywhere and everywhere. I don't like to walk.. EVER. I always want to take my car.. even to go to the grocery store, which is only a few hundred yards away. HAHA. I'm SOOO lazy... it's really bad.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;11) What time period would you most like to have lived in? (in the past)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I really would've loved to live in the disco era. The dancing was sooo fun. And everything seemed so much more free spirited. But aside from the 70s, I think ancient Greek would've been my second choice. I always loved Greek Mythology so it would've been cool to actually live during the time when people believed in all of it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;12) What's the next thing you're (probably...) going to purchase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;i&gt;I may have cheated on this one and changed the question (in my mind) to 'What do I WANT to purchase next?' And a surround sound stereo system is what I want!! The sound quality of the TV in the living is HORRIBLE. The speakers point DOWNWARD from the TV and into the ground. So we can never hear anything. And if we turn it up too loud, the sound gets distorted. SOO annoying. So now I want a sound system that I can actually HEAR the action. :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yay that was a fun game! Hope you guys learned a little more about me. It seems like everyone's been tagged in the game already though so I have no idea who to tag.. perhaps &lt;a href="http://ajcon89.blogspot.com/"&gt;AJ&lt;/a&gt; will participate... if he has time to even blog? He hasn't blogged in a while. Miss you AJ!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-6925148694836619750?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6925148694836619750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=6925148694836619750&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6925148694836619750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6925148694836619750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/answers-to-mosaic-game.html' title='Answers to the Mosaic Game'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-5331160141917293272</id><published>2009-10-01T20:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T20:24:23.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging from my iPhone</title><content type='html'>Just downloaded the new BlogPressLite app and trying it out! If this is a good app, I can see myself using it a lot to blog more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here's a text pic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasaweb.google.com/nytedragon/RightTimeAndPlace?authkey=Gv1sRgCOGA6oyMyJTUCw#5387838313389075650'&gt;&lt;img src='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SsVyZmjLrMI/AAAAAAAAAak/rjuTdEXRSqs/s288/iphone_photo.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Posted using BlogPress from my iPhone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-5331160141917293272?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5331160141917293272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=5331160141917293272&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5331160141917293272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5331160141917293272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/blogging-from-my-iphone.html' title='Blogging from my iPhone'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SsVyZmjLrMI/AAAAAAAAAak/rjuTdEXRSqs/s72-c/iphone_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-1462464898643594742</id><published>2009-09-30T03:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:05:56.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tyler&apos;s Mosaic Game'/><title type='text'>Mosaic Game!</title><content type='html'>Ok.. it's late.. so I'm just going to post my mosaic and then explain my choices in the next post. Maybe we can make it a game within a game and you guys can GUESS my choices. hehe. Here's are the questions and the mosaic:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Where are you from? (you can choose to answer with your country, state/province, or city)&lt;br /&gt;2) What' your favourite food?&lt;br /&gt;3) What's your favourite drink?&lt;br /&gt;4) What's your ideal/favourite (future) job/career?&lt;br /&gt;5) What's your favourite thing about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;6) What's the place you most want to visit?&lt;br /&gt;7) What's your favourite body feature on someone else?&lt;br /&gt;8) What's your favourite Movie?&lt;br /&gt;9) What's your favourite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;10) Choose one word that best describes you&lt;br /&gt;11) What time period would you most like to have lived in? (in the past)&lt;br /&gt;12) What's the next thing you're (probably...) going to purchase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SsM1ZjiuU_I/AAAAAAAAAac/OtS4CyArh9g/s1600-h/mosaic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SsM1ZjiuU_I/AAAAAAAAAac/OtS4CyArh9g/s400/mosaic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Answers to the mosaic coming soon!!**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-1462464898643594742?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1462464898643594742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=1462464898643594742&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1462464898643594742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1462464898643594742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/mosaic-g.html' title='Mosaic Game!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SsM1ZjiuU_I/AAAAAAAAAac/OtS4CyArh9g/s72-c/mosaic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-5374382706380668538</id><published>2009-09-28T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:20:13.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dildo'/><title type='text'>DILDO! HAHA!</title><content type='html'>OMG, I have to share this right this instant. (Explicit content!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So last night, I used my dildo with Jason. Well, he used it on me. Anyway... We had fun and then we went to clean up. So I finished cleaning and just threw the dildo in the shower to let it dry cuz we were both hungry and wanted to leave right away for food. And that's where I left it for the WHOLE day because I completely forgot about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I had friends over for a little TV. I'm sure someone used the restroom during this time. The shower was wide open.. the curtain wasn't closed. The friends have left now, and I just now went to use the bathroom. While I was in there, I noticed an object in the tub... I did a double take. My dildo was definitely in plain sight!! None of my friends said anything.... I wonder if anyone saw it! HAHAHA! How embarrassing!! LOL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-5374382706380668538?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5374382706380668538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=5374382706380668538&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5374382706380668538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5374382706380668538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/dildo-haha.html' title='DILDO! HAHA!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-3141684585039268922</id><published>2009-09-27T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T00:37:49.536-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nathan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hula Gay Bar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><title type='text'>The Rest of Hawaii</title><content type='html'>As promised, this post will be about the rest of my time in Hawaii. It definitely took me a while to get this posted. And it's not even that I have no time, because I do... I just spend all my time sleeping though. HAHA. I've been so incredibly lazy. Bad Doug! Well, here's my last post on Hawaii -- WARNING: It's a long one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's our last night in Waikiki and we wanted to have some fun. Zack and I, the gay boys, wanted to go to a gay bar. We had been to the straight bar and it really just wasn't all that exciting or fun for us (obviously) so we asked our group if we could try going to a gay bar. The others were very nice to agree to it. &lt;i&gt;And it's probably because they didn't have that much fun at the straight bar either... It was just us standing there with drinks in hand doing nothing but yelling at each other because the music was so loud.&lt;/i&gt; So I did some research on my iPhone and found the Hula's Gay Bar located in the Waikiki Grand Hotel. It got some great reviews and N and her friends had heard of it before so we decided on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got there and it was a smaller bar with just a small space for dancing, but it was good enough for us. We quickly went up to the bar and ordered ourselves a drink. I don't usually drink, but I figured I'm in Hawaii, in a gay bar, I might as well drink something to try and loosen up. So I ordered myself a Midori Sour. And the bartender must have just known by looking at me that I'm a lightweight because my drink had the perfect amount of alcohol for me. I still took some time to drink it, but after just drinking about half of it, I was already feeling it. &lt;i&gt;I told you I'm a lightweight...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sr8RH54DtdI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/71x3-jn8KiU/s1600-h/IMG_7038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sr8RH54DtdI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/71x3-jn8KiU/s320/IMG_7038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A blurry, no-flash shot of the bar and my friends. Thought it looked cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So by then, Zack and I had moved out to the dance floor and we started tearing it up. Zack had his shirt open because it was HOT in there. Sweating so much. I was too. So I stripped to my wifebeater. And I was dancing a lot... I don't really like dancing when I'm at clubs.. I just feel awkward. I know I dance for a living... but I like choreographed dancing. I don't like club dancing.. because I suck at it. But the alcohol must've been doing its job and I was just going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sr8RGIWtE4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/-Da-lLW0t1w/s1600-h/IMG_7041.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sr8RGIWtE4I/AAAAAAAAAZs/-Da-lLW0t1w/s320/IMG_7041.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of that, Zack disappeared, but my other friends were still with me, sitting down in front of me while I was just dancing by myself &lt;i&gt;(those punks!)&lt;/i&gt; when suddenly this guy went up to Chris and started saying hello. He then asked if we were all gay, which threw Chris off since he's straight. And he kind of stammered a little bit before he could tell him that they were all straight, but I was gay. And then he says something like: "Oh good.. cuz I think you're really sexy." LOL. He clearly had a few drinks already because his speech was slightly slurred. But I let him keep going. He started talking to me.. introduced himself as Nathan. He's Puerto Rican and had lived in Colorado but now moved to Hawaii where he is going to school while working at Coach. &lt;i&gt;I don't know how he got all that information out to me while drunk and how I heard all that witht he loud music blaring... &lt;/i&gt;He was really touchy feely.. he had his arms around me the whole time. And then my friends decided to leave me &lt;i&gt;(not sure if they were trying to do me a favor or what...)&lt;/i&gt; so I was left alone with Nathan on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He led me over to the bench on the side and we sat down to talk a bit more. But pretty soon, he was kissing my shoulder. And I distinctly remember thinking "&lt;i&gt;oh god.. he's kissing my shoulder.. what do I do now? Am I supposed to kiss his shoulder now?...&lt;/i&gt;" And while I was thinking all that, he moves on to my neck and then pretty soon he gets up and gets in front of me and then goes for my lips. Ok.. so I'm in Hawaii. And this is all harmless fun so I just go along with it and let my inhibitions go. BUT, this guy is just about THE WORST kisser on earth. &lt;b&gt;THE WORST&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine having a vacuum planted on your lips... that's what this was. Imagine a dog with its tongue slobbering all over your mouth... that's what this was. Blech... just thinking about it makes me want to gag a little. I don't push him off of me cuz I was still a bit shocked at how horrible this guy is. Maybe it was the alcohol and he just wasn't able to control his kissing? But man, it was sooo bad. He finally let up and he excused himself saying he'll be right back. And all I was thinking was... &lt;i&gt;GET ME THE HELL OUT OF HERE!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I walk around the club looking for my friends. Luckily the bar is small and I find Zack talking with a bunch of gays. And I just sit next to him and tell him about my situation. And I'm just sitting there trying to hide because I didn't want him to find me again and hoover my face.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;And then about 5 minutes later, I spot Erik and I call him over. The first thing he says to me is "What are you doing here? Nathan is looking everywhere for you." AHHH! Apparently, Nathan found my friends and started talking to them. So I told Erik to tell them to leave him! Erik goes over to N, who is having a full on conversation with Nathan about me. She's actually talking me up, telling him that I have a Masters degree and that I do P90X. HAHAHA. She was most obviously drunk too. So Erik goes up to here and pretends to dance with her and tells her: "ABORT MISSION! ABORT!" LOL. I laughed so hard when he told me this later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sr8RJKDCgjI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Xs1hDGN-f6k/s1600-h/IMG_7050.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sr8RJKDCgjI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/Xs1hDGN-f6k/s320/IMG_7050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Chris, N, and me while hiding from Nathan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So yes, a little immature to just hide from him... but I was slightly drunk and really didn't know what to do. HAHA. But we had a great time just hanging out with each other and just bouncing to the music. The Hula Gay Bar was a fun little place and was a great way to spend the last night in Waikiki together. So we finally decided to leave the bar... we walk out the bar and are about to head downstairs to the lobby when... guess who!!... Nathan is walking out of the bathroom and into the same hallway as us. We awkwardly say goodbye to each other as I run downstairs. OMG... we were laughing our heads off as we got down to the lobby. The security guard had to tell us to keep it down. HAHA... what a way to end the night. :P&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, we decided to drive to Diamond Head National Park and hike the trail up the mountain to the peak. It was our last activity in Waikiki and I'm glad we did it. The hike was harder than I had expected but it was good exercise. Sweating profusely of course.. but there was a nice breeze at the top and the view was absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sr8UF0a4rbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/yW56IQb2zJU/s1600-h/IMG_7082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sr8UF0a4rbI/AAAAAAAAAaE/yW56IQb2zJU/s320/IMG_7082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Looking back down at our trail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sr8ULzMaaeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/qXZOX-MROuQ/s1600-h/IMG_7109.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sr8ULzMaaeI/AAAAAAAAAaM/qXZOX-MROuQ/s320/IMG_7109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;View of Waikiki from the peak of&amp;nbsp; Diamond Head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I had such an AMAZING time in Hawaii. Word really can't describe how much fun I had. The group of us really want to make this an annual thing. And I'm TOTALLY down for that idea because Hawaii is just absolutely beautiful. After coming back home from there, I actually researched some teaching jobs in Hawaii because I might actually want to live there! hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The culture is just amazing and the people are so nice. I HIGHLY recommend Hawaii to be your next vacation.. you won't regret it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;**OH yeah! &lt;a href="http://www.cheapoair.com/"&gt;Cheapoair.com&lt;/a&gt; emailed me a few days ago telling me that they had found my blog and read my posts about Hawaii. They're interested in me becoming a guest blogger on their blog and want me to write a 300-500 word guest post about my trip to Hawaii! How cool is that? I'm working on it now and hopefully you'll see it on their site soon! Be sure to check the site out because it's a great way to find travel deals!** &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-3141684585039268922?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3141684585039268922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=3141684585039268922&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3141684585039268922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3141684585039268922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/rest-of-hawaii.html' title='The Rest of Hawaii'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sr8RH54DtdI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/71x3-jn8KiU/s72-c/IMG_7038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-8190709085965927520</id><published>2009-09-22T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T23:31:08.617-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drew ferguson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screwed-up life of charlie the second'/><title type='text'>"You are sooo fricking awesome!"</title><content type='html'>That was the first thing I read from the email I got from Drew Ferguson, the author of &lt;a href="http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/screwed-up-life-of-charlie-second.html"&gt;The Screwed-Up Life of Charlie the Second&lt;/a&gt;!! (Click the link to see my previous post on the book) I got so excited to see his email! He apologized for taking so long to reply, but thanked me for writing a post about him and his book and for emailing him personally. So cool to actually have contact with a published author! Really made my day. ;) He also divulged some information on a future project of his, which made me feel REALLY cool because he shared it with me. All I can say is that I'm UBER-excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, Drew, for writing back! You are truly an amazing writer and I can't wait to read your books in the future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;**My next post, I promise, will finally be about my experience at the Hula Gay Bar in Hawaii. I'm writing this so that I hold myself accountable for actually finally posting about it! It's taken me long enough!!**&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-8190709085965927520?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8190709085965927520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=8190709085965927520&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/8190709085965927520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/8190709085965927520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/you-are-sooo-fricking-awesome.html' title='&quot;You are sooo fricking awesome!&quot;'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-4510537811579210435</id><published>2009-09-20T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T04:15:27.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PS I Love You'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><title type='text'>P.S. I Love You</title><content type='html'>Just watched the movie "P.S. I Love You." It was recommended to me by a friend at work. She had the DVD at work because someone else had just returned it to her. So she loaned it to me after I said I like movies that make me cry. I'm such a big sap. I love emotional movies that make me tear up. Some time it's just nice to have a good cry. And I definitely got that with this movie. It wasn't the best movie ever, but it did its job. I still have dried tears on my face right now. So if you want a good, emotional movie to watch, then I suggest "P.S. I Love You."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was watching the movie, Cute Boy starts texting me. We both have a love for crying movies. I suggested this one to him. And then he said that we should have a "crying movie night" together. Hmmm... I don't know if this is just a way to get me to spend time with him. He's kind of been going around to all the boys in my department and trying to talk with them. We've only text and online chat each other... never actually talked in person. So I'm sort of hesitant to hang out with him. But he IS a nice guy, from what I can tell from our conversations. And he really isn't bad to look at. :P Maybe I could try hanging out with him once to see how he is in person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I was chatting with someone online about Jason. He asked if everything was going alright with me and Jason. And that's when I realized that I think I'm done trying to have a relationship with Jason. If, by this time, Jason still doesn't know whether he wants a relationship with me (something more than just a fuck buddy), then I don't think I want a relationship with him. It's just not good for me to wait for him. So I'm not going to. But I do want to stay a fuck buddy with him.. hehe.. The sex is good and I'm horny all the time so it works. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time to head to bed. Please leave me some comments. I love comments. I'm a comment whore. So leave some. Especially from the ones that follow my blog but I never hear from. I'd love to hear from you guys too! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-4510537811579210435?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4510537811579210435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=4510537811579210435&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/4510537811579210435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/4510537811579210435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S. I Love You'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-5915884419520287611</id><published>2009-09-15T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T20:36:56.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='guys with iphones'/><title type='text'>Guys With iPhones (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Looks like they've already accepted my picture! :P That didn't take as long as I thought it would! HAHA. So go over to &lt;a href="http://guyswithiphones.com/post/059315/"&gt;Guys With iPhones&lt;/a&gt; and leave me a comment there! ;) I'm a comment whore. I love comments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://guyswithiphones.com/post/059315/" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://guyswithiphones.com/images/dlnyted.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-5915884419520287611?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5915884419520287611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=5915884419520287611&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5915884419520287611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5915884419520287611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/guys-with-iphones-part-2.html' title='Guys With iPhones (Part 2)'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-3423236850926750894</id><published>2009-09-15T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:30:33.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guys With iPhones</title><content type='html'>I was just introduced to a new obsession by my friend Joey. It's called "&lt;a href="http://gwip.me/"&gt;Guys With iPhones&lt;/a&gt;." It's basically a page where guys with iphones can upload pics of themselves. And some of these photos are YUMMY! Take this one for example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://guyswithiphones.com/images/716498-94ea58c494ea5_l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://guyswithiphones.com/images/716498-94ea58c494ea5_l.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I love having good looking boys to look at. And whoever thought of this site deserves a gold star in my book! hehehe. I've uploaded a pic of myself, but it takes time for the moderators of the site to check and post them on the site. I'm guessing mine won't even be approved and even if it is, it'll take weeks before they get to mine. But I'll keep you guys updated on that. HEHE. In the meantime, here are a few more good looking guys from the site. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://guyswithiphones.com/images/alistair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://guyswithiphones.com/images/alistair.jpg" width="329" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://guyswithiphones.com/images/1308830.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://guyswithiphones.com/images/1308830.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://guyswithiphones.com/images/afmatt2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="420" src="http://guyswithiphones.com/images/afmatt2.jpg" width="315" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-3423236850926750894?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3423236850926750894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=3423236850926750894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3423236850926750894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3423236850926750894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/guys-with-iphones.html' title='Guys With iPhones'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-7004866524980523606</id><published>2009-09-10T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T03:17:45.353-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Erik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waikiki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='N'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='surfing'/><title type='text'>Adventures in Waikiki!</title><content type='html'>Waikiki was so gorgeous! So N's parents are the nicest, most generous people. Our original plan was to stay with N's family for 6 or our 7 nights in Hawaii and then stay in a hotel in Waikiki for 1 night just to experience being in the Waikiki area. Well, when we arrived in Hawaii we were told that N's parents had actually secured THREE nights at the Hale Koa Hotel on the shores of Waikiki! This MAY be because they didn't want us in the house for all 6 nights... but no matter the motivation, they paid for 3 night at a hotel for us! Soooo very cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqjF7JQmQhI/AAAAAAAAAYo/-XchQo-Mxl4/s1600-h/IMG_6867.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqjF7JQmQhI/AAAAAAAAAYo/-XchQo-Mxl4/s320/IMG_6867.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;The Hale Koa Hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;On our 1st full day in Waikiki we were yet again treated to another surprise. Our original plan was to have N's cousin, Eric, teach us how to surf. We had asked him two days earlier when we had dinner together, but he said he was unable to do it because of work. However he said he'd try to work something out with his friend that runs a surfing shop on the beach. Well, we found out that surfing lessons were going to be $45/person ... but Eric paid for ALL 4 of us!! (N didn't surf.. she stayed on the beach to tan. hehe)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqjKoU4u4XI/AAAAAAAAAYw/d9Wh93iHTvE/s1600-h/IMG_6873.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqjKoU4u4XI/AAAAAAAAAYw/d9Wh93iHTvE/s320/IMG_6873.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Getting ready to hit the waves!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It was such a great time learning to surf. I really thought that I was going to have a harder time learning. And I'm not being cocky, but it was actually really easy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We had assistance, of course. The instructor would find the waves for us and give us a push to get us going. But getting on the board and staying on it was really easy. I guess being a dancer helps with the balance on the board. It was sooo fun. There were a few times when I had to just stop myself to take it all in and acknowledge that I was SURFING in freakin HAWAII! Oh so good!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqjLzScWcpI/AAAAAAAAAY4/joCJrs5YhCE/s1600-h/surfing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqjLzScWcpI/AAAAAAAAAY4/joCJrs5YhCE/s320/surfing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;We even got free pictures from the surfing shop!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;That night, I was not done being out on the beach so I proposed a late night walk along the shore. N and Erik were up for it, while Chris and Zack stayed in the hotel. I'm so glad that I went out there because the water was SO beautiful. The moonlight was shimmering in the water and looked so amazing! And I went out to feel the water... STILL WARM! Felt so nice to have the water on my feet. We were out there for almost an hour because it was so nice. My first time being at the beach at night. I live very close to the beach in California but the beaches here are COLD at night so I've never wanted to go. But so different in Hawaii!! Had such a great night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqjQ3kdrLTI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ISLBvkbDDOE/s1600-h/IMG_6931.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqjQ3kdrLTI/AAAAAAAAAZA/ISLBvkbDDOE/s320/IMG_6931.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;N and me acting couple-y on the beach :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqjQ__2Jj3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/e1dkWQW5KpQ/s1600-h/IMG_6935.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqjQ__2Jj3I/AAAAAAAAAZI/e1dkWQW5KpQ/s320/IMG_6935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;N, Erik, and my shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;So I'm saving the best post about Hawaii for last.. and it's coming up soon. It's about my time at the luau and the gay bar. I've been wanting to tell the story for a while -- I've been wanting to just tell all my friends but I'm afraid that I'd seem slutty if I went around blabbing it. HAHA. Intrigued yet??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-7004866524980523606?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7004866524980523606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=7004866524980523606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7004866524980523606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7004866524980523606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/adventures-in-waikiki.html' title='Adventures in Waikiki!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqjF7JQmQhI/AAAAAAAAAYo/-XchQo-Mxl4/s72-c/IMG_6867.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-7632356855178901197</id><published>2009-09-08T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T14:48:16.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Update on Miles</title><content type='html'>If you haven't read about my friendship with Miles ending, then you may want to read it &lt;a href="http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/friendship-ends.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; before moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Miles actually wrote me an email while I was in Hawaii. He started off by calling me a nickname that he knows I hate. And he even acknowledges that in the email. So WHY he would do that is beyond me. Maybe he's trying to be funny... but that's not the route to take when you're trying to reconcile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he says that it's obvious that we haven't talked to each other in a long while and that he'd like to sit down and chat so that he can "get stuff off his chest." Off HIS chest? The only thing he should be doing is apologizing. That put me off already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was cordial and replied to him. I told him that I would be back at work after Hawaii and that we can talk then. Well, I've since returned to work. He's had many opportunities to come and talk to me. Again, I still don't find reason for me to make the effort. He's the one that needs to apologize so he should come and talk to me. He knows where I am at work and there are ample amounts of opportunity for him to have a private conversation with me. He just doesn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know many of you have commented saying that I should just be the better person and initiate the conversation. And I may have to do that, but it's just so annoying that he won't do it. And I have a feeling it's because he feels that he has done NOTHING wrong. He NEVER thinks he is wrong. In anything that we do. Even if it's CLEAR that he's wrong, he'll make some excuse or place the blame on someone else. So it's probably the case here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just completely frustrating and I really don't know what I want to do with it. I don't think our friendship will ever be the same even if we reconcile, but maybe I need to just do something so that it's not as awkward as it has been at work where we don't say more than 2 words to each other in the entire day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-7632356855178901197?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7632356855178901197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=7632356855178901197&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7632356855178901197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7632356855178901197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/update-on-miles.html' title='Update on Miles'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-532887969010520201</id><published>2009-09-07T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T04:03:58.724-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='North Shore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><title type='text'>Drive to the North Shore</title><content type='html'>We took a drive to the North Shore to do some sight seeing. The scenery was AMAZING. Hawaii is such an amazingly beautiful place! I just wanna share some of the photos I took on my trip up to the North Shore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqTmtnErfPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nOtahgXCGGw/s1600-h/IMG_6809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqTmtnErfPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nOtahgXCGGw/s320/IMG_6809.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;There's the Chinaman's Hat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqTmzguqUFI/AAAAAAAAAYI/K2QvIBhlq64/s1600-h/IMG_6814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqTmzguqUFI/AAAAAAAAAYI/K2QvIBhlq64/s320/IMG_6814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I thought the shadow looked cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqTm3YuYl5I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/t1asUg5KZJk/s1600-h/IMG_6799.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqTm3YuYl5I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/t1asUg5KZJk/s320/IMG_6799.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kualoa Ranch -- they filmed scenes from LOST here!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqTmw0naQ5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/8Tl2N6eE_r8/s1600-h/IMG_6812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqTmw0naQ5I/AAAAAAAAAYA/8Tl2N6eE_r8/s320/IMG_6812.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kualoa Mountain Range&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqTm9qj7irI/AAAAAAAAAYg/olmVJ5Qw7BM/s1600-h/IMG_6829.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqTm9qj7irI/AAAAAAAAAYg/olmVJ5Qw7BM/s320/IMG_6829.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sunset Beach on the North Shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;More Hawaii updates soon! Can't wait to talk about my time at the Hula's Gay Bar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-532887969010520201?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/532887969010520201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=532887969010520201&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/532887969010520201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/532887969010520201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/drive-to-north-shore.html' title='Drive to the North Shore'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SqTmtnErfPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/nOtahgXCGGw/s72-c/IMG_6809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-9189986502641381163</id><published>2009-09-03T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:18:00.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pancakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakfast'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shrimp truck'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lanikai'/><title type='text'>Hawaiian Food and First Hawaiian Beach Experience</title><content type='html'>I think I definitely have the same tastes as Hawaiians when it comes to food. I loved everything that I ate there. My friend N was born and raised in Hawaii. She moved to California for college and work. So naturally, she was our tour guide when we go to Hawaii. She brought us to all the local favorites and they were all amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first taste of Hawaii was breakfast at Cinnamon's. They had the normal breakfast foods (eggs, toast, hashbrowns, sausage, bacon, etc.) and all of that was YUMMY. But they also had amazing omelets and eggs benedict. I wish I took pictures of all the food that I ate, but here are two from Cinnamon's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sp99Zyc7tFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/kKB0F3ljHrk/s1600-h/IMG_6770.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377154362096989266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sp99Zyc7tFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/kKB0F3ljHrk/s320/IMG_6770.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sp99Zb4KdZI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ofDB_zINwg8/s1600-h/IMG_6769.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377154356037186962" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sp99Zb4KdZI/AAAAAAAAAXY/ofDB_zINwg8/s320/IMG_6769.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Makes your mouth water doesn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Another local breakfast favorite was Boots and Kimo. This is where I experienced the famous Banana Macadamia Nut Pancakes! OMG. They are like HEAVEN. The bananas are baked into the pancakes and then topped with this creamy, sweet macadamia nut&lt;/span&gt; sauce/syrup. I couldn't eat enough of them. Well... I lie about that. Unfortunately, my stomach was still a bit queezy from my bout with food poisoning just a few days earlier, so I couldn't eat as much as I wanted to. But what I did eat was AMAZING and super fulfilling. If anyone ever goes to Hawaii, I highly recommend these pancakes at Boots and Kimo. You can find it in Kailua, the CDP (census designated place... not city) where we stayed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other mentionable yummies were the Shrimp Trucks on the way to North Shore. They're little portable catering trucks that serve shrimp in many flavors. N had actually never had any in her 20 years of living on Oahu, yet they're supposedly super famous. HAHA. So N was very intrigued to try them with us. And soooo glad that we did because it was amazing. We got the Garlic Butter Shrimp and shared it. Again, I was still recovering from being sick so I didn't eat as much -- and now totally bummed that I didn't have more because they were absolutely amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sp9_ERQvoQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/e5WfPbj9J2c/s1600-h/IMG_6817.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377156191433498882" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sp9_ERQvoQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/e5WfPbj9J2c/s320/IMG_6817.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 240px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;It may look dirty, but that's usually where you find the best food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;We also had Lanikai Juice, a little smoothie shop with really creamy, yummy flavors. I love mangoes so I got the Mango Surise, which had mangoes, guava juice, and pineapple juice. So freakin' good. Chris got a Smoothie Bowl, which is a big bowl of smoothie, topped with freshly cut fruit on top. He got the Chocolate Banana smoothie bowl. Really great flavors together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Lanikai, I highly recommend the beach at Lanikai. It's like a small little getaway. It's almost like a private beach because it's small, clean, and beautiful. N made it a point to bring us to Lanikai Beach FIRST because it's her favorite and the most beautiful out of all the beaches she's been to in Oahu. Seriously, the water is CLEAR. The sand was so smooth. And the weather was nice. It was a bit overcast and sprinkled a little when we first got there, but it soon cleared up and the sun was beaming down on us. Not only was the water nice and warm, but there were already some hotties to look at already. :P There was a hot boy with his dog further down the beach, so N and I did some investigation to make sure he had a nice head on his body. And he did. :) It was just surreal to me to be walking along the beach in freakin HAWAII!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sp-A_s94QtI/AAAAAAAAAXw/_7LgAtzAdAc/s1600-h/IMG_6785.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377158311994475218" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sp-A_s94QtI/AAAAAAAAAXw/_7LgAtzAdAc/s320/IMG_6785.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;The beach blends into the water.. and the sky is just the perfect backdrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We just laid out on the beach for an hour or two. My goal was to get rid of my tanlines so I had to start right away. Except, I think I was in the sun for too long. I hadn't laid out in a long while and I think the sun really took a toll on my body. By 8pm, I was already super tired. We had plans to go out and enjoy the nightlife that night, but I completely fell asleep right after I showered. And so did N and Erik and Zack. Chris was the only one who stayed awake. But it was fine, because we had other nights to go out. It was just awesome to have a great first beach experience... one that I will never forget. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-9189986502641381163?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/9189986502641381163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=9189986502641381163&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/9189986502641381163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/9189986502641381163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/hawaiian-food-and-first-hawaiian-beach.html' title='Hawaiian Food and First Hawaiian Beach Experience'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sp99Zyc7tFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/kKB0F3ljHrk/s72-c/IMG_6770.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-1269069306088184075</id><published>2009-09-03T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T03:52:03.683-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drew ferguson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='screwed-up life of charlie the second'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dtb'/><title type='text'>Screwed-Up Life of Charlie the Second</title><content type='html'>I simply cannot say enough about the book &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Screwed-Up-Life-Charlie-Second/dp/0758227086"&gt;The Screwed-Up Life of Charlie the Second&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Screwed-Up-Life-Charlie-Second/dp/0758227086" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://www.mygaybookclub.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/charlie-673x1024.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 150px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book was recommended to me by Matt from &lt;a href="http://debriefingtheboys.blogspot.com/"&gt;Debriefing the Boys&lt;/a&gt; way back in Oct 2008. I actually went to Borders and bought the book because he had me so excited about reading it. And being true to myself, I bought it, started reading a few pages, and then left it on my bookshelf to collect dust. &lt;i&gt;I'm really not a book-reading type of person.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So almost a year goes by.. August 23rd.. I'm packing for my trip to Hawaii and I think &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmm... maybe I should have something to read on the plane&lt;/span&gt;. So I walk over to my bookcase and contemplate trying to read through Dan Brown's Deception Point for the 5th time. Every time I pick it up, I end up having to re-read it from the beginning because I've forgotten what has happened. And each time, I get to about page 133 and I just put it down again. &lt;i&gt;So maybe Deception Point isn't the best choice.&lt;/i&gt; And then I see this yellowish-orange book (&lt;i&gt;I'm slightly color-blind, don't make fun of me&lt;/i&gt;), slightly bigger than the others, sticking out. Not remembering what it is, I pull it out a little, and see that it's the book that I had bought almost a year ago. I re-read the backcover summary and it sparks my interest again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6 hour plane flight... I think I could get through a lot of it while strapped into a tiny little thing they call a seat.&lt;/span&gt; So I take it off the shelf and pack it in my backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the plane and I'm sitting alone because my friend who I was flying with decided that he'd rather have an aisle seat than sit next to me. &lt;i&gt;Bastard&lt;/i&gt;. The overhead entertainment system is on (&lt;i&gt;no personal TV... what kind of cheap ass airline is this??&lt;/i&gt;) and it's playing an episode of AMC's Mad Men. I've heard only good things about it so I take out my earphones so I can start watching. I try to plug them into the jack on my arm rest... it won't go in. I try jamming it in a few times (&lt;i&gt;as if that would miraculously make it fit&lt;/i&gt;) and that doesn't work. I lift the arm rest up to examine the jack and it turns out that someone must've broken off their earphone plug and half of it was wedged in there. Great... so no audio for me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But wait! I packed a book to read!&lt;/span&gt; I take out "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Screwed-Up-Life-Charlie-Second/dp/0758227086"&gt;The Screwed-Up Life of Charlie the Second&lt;/a&gt;" and open it up to where I placed my bookmark, the receipt from Borders which I folded hot dog style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I re-read the last few paragraphs of the previous "chapter" to try and remember what I had read. And I say "chapter" because the book is written in journal/diary form. So each "chapter" is really a day or an entry in Charlie's journal. I start reading and reading and reading. I find myself flipping through page after page, not able to put the book down. I don't even realize that the flight attendants are pushing their giant food and beverage carts down the aisle. I am completely glued to the book. Even though it's a 6 hour flight, I don't finish the book on the plane. But I take out the book every chance I get: before bed, while laying out on the beach, while waiting for my turn for the bathroom, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book is smart, witty, and just incredibly hilarious. I find myself laughing - out loud - in certain parts of the book (&lt;i&gt;which made my friends give me funny looks&lt;/i&gt;). Charlie is such a fun, cute, nerdy character. I guess I just have a soft spot for nerds.&lt;i&gt; I'm definitely drawn to the nerdy type... Jamie... Jason... and now Charlie&lt;/i&gt;. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, Charlie is a out-of-the-closet gay teenager going to high school in a town near Chicago. He has overbearing parents that like to tell him what to do. He's the goalkeeper on his school's varsity soccer team, but he's also the geeky choir boy. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where can I find me one of those in real life?&lt;/span&gt; And during the few months that these journal entries are made, he finds himself in a relationship with a new boy in town, Rob. I'm not going to go into too much detail about the two of them, but I will say that they've made me let out multiple "awww"s throughout the book. There are so many instances when I would find myself with a grin from ear to ear because I just think the two of them are so damn cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to spoil the book for anyone so I really don't know what else I should talk about here. But I guess I can say that the book is very enjoyable and powerful. I found myself going through lots of emotions while I was reading it: happiness, sadness, frustration, sympathy, anger... I'm not sure what other book has elicited so many emotions from me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This book is just freakin' amazing, ok!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I seriously urge all of you to get the book through &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Screwed-Up-Life-Charlie-Second/dp/0758227086"&gt;Amazon&lt;/a&gt; or wherever you like to buy your books. And then we can arrange an online meeting and have a book club discussion! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've always wanted to do one of those and now I have a book that I want to do that with! Ooo, I think our goal should be to get Oprah to endorse the book on her Book Club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you've already read the book, I'd love to hear your opinions/thoughts on it. Write me a comment or shoot me an email. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I really am serious about discussing the book with someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-1269069306088184075?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1269069306088184075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=1269069306088184075&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1269069306088184075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1269069306088184075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/screwed-up-life-of-charlie-second.html' title='Screwed-Up Life of Charlie the Second'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-740509624121979239</id><published>2009-09-02T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T15:05:36.011-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='club'/><title type='text'>Coming Back From Vacation</title><content type='html'>It's always tough coming home from a vacation. My room has been a mess because of the laundry that I've needed to do and the souvenirs all over the floor. I just don't feel like cleaning up after a whole week of relaxation, you know? But I'm finally starting to do it. My last load of laundry is running right now and I'm slowly organizing the souvenirs. I'm glad I decided to clean up my room a bit before going on vacation so there isn't much actual cleaning to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to work the very next day after I returned so I haven't had much time for much else. There's an event at a gay club tonight and my friends want me to go, but I don't think I'm going to be up for it. I don't really have a long work day, but I feel like I'm going to be real tired because I'm still getting back into the swing of things. I'm not a big club person anyway so I don't even know if I'd have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'll just stay home tonight and edit my video footage from Hawaii and then start blogging about it too. :) Guess I'll make my decision around 9pm tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-740509624121979239?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/740509624121979239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=740509624121979239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/740509624121979239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/740509624121979239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/coming-back-from-vacation.html' title='Coming Back From Vacation'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-9035518245967760182</id><published>2009-08-31T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T01:47:39.552-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><title type='text'>Leaving Hawaii :(</title><content type='html'>It's my last night here in Hawaii ... it's a very sad night because it's been such a great vacation for me! I really loved every part of it, and there is so much to talk about. I took a bunch of pictures so it may take a while to go through everything, but I will definitely take the time to blog about it. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some highlights I look forward to writing about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Yummy Hawaiian breakfasts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lanikai Beach&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;North Shore car trip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Waikiki&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surfing!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paradise Cove Luau&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hula's Gay Bar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Diamond Head Crater hiking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've been following me on Twitter, then you've all gotten some updates throughout this week. Soooo much fun. I really don't want to leave. I might actually actively look for teaching jobs here in Hawaii. It would be great to teach for a year or two here! We'll see... hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's 10:45pm right now and my flight is at 8am. So I better make sure I'm all packed and start getting ready for bed. More blogs soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-9035518245967760182?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/9035518245967760182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=9035518245967760182&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/9035518245967760182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/9035518245967760182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/leaving-hawaii.html' title='Leaving Hawaii :('/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-2945857356074933633</id><published>2009-08-24T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T07:03:38.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='torchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Hawai'i -- Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>Only a few hours until I board the plane! I've made the decision NOT to bring my computer with me on vacation because I feel like I shouldn't need to be on it while I'm there. Afterall, I have my iPhone and that should be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to try and blog while I'm there, give minor updates on things. I'll definitely Tweet while there, so keep an eye on the TwitterFeed on the right sidebar or subscribe to me! (NyteDragon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But warning about the blogs from Hawai'i.. I'm going to be sending them to Blogger through email and sometimes the formatting is all screwed up -- so bear with it until I can get onto a real computer to re-format it, if that problem should arise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am going to try and fall back asleep after being awake for an hour because my whole right side of my body is shaky from drinking iced tea right befre I slept... really smart move, I know... But I got a nice little Twitter conversation with &lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Torchy!&lt;/a&gt; out of it. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-2945857356074933633?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2945857356074933633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=2945857356074933633&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2945857356074933633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2945857356074933633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/hawaii-here-i-come.html' title='Hawai&apos;i -- Here I Come!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-590985751086409973</id><published>2009-08-23T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T02:59:48.936-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aussiebum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Done and DONE!</title><content type='html'>Without even re-reading or proof-reading, I finished the paper and sent it in. DONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That means I've done all the necessary work to complete my Masters in Teaching and now I await my scores! But I guess I'm not too worried about that. So I can pretty much say that I have my Masters now!! Wow... that's a big deal isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm ready to think about HAWAI'I!!! I can't wait! Seriously, this is a going to be a GREAT vacation. I've been on many vacations, but this one is really one of the big ones. I want this next week in Hawai'i to be just absolutely amazing. So I'm not going to let anything or anyone get in the way of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I seriously CANNOT wait to show off my new &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/eg5tf"&gt;Aussiebums&lt;/a&gt;. I just need to do some last minute working out on my chest and arms and then I'll be content. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now it's time to rest up because I'm still recovering from my food poisoning, but I'm hoping that I'll be able to have a REAL meal tomorrow. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-590985751086409973?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/590985751086409973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=590985751086409973&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/590985751086409973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/590985751086409973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/done-and-done.html' title='Done and DONE!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-3623720858884754010</id><published>2009-08-22T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T04:37:02.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kelley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='throw up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food poisoning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jen'/><title type='text'>Food Poisoning</title><content type='html'>You know what? Throwing up is a really good ab workout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Disclaimer: Apparently, I'm too graphic in my "blow-by-blow" account ... so read at your own rise. HAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday night at work, I got a carne asada quesadilla from the "Roach Coach" (portable restaurants in a van). I ate it, and it tasted good going down. But as the night went on, my stomach didn't feel all so well. I got off work around 12:30am, and when I got home, I REALLY didn't feel well. I immediately went to the bathroom and threw up... a lot. It was gross... I threw up so much. And I felt a lot better throwing up. So I cleaned up and took a shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I was taking a shower, I got that horrible feeling in my stomach again, and I knew I had to throw up again. So I got out of the shower, bent over the toilet and threw up again. Again, it was a good amount of it. So by this time, I was super tired... so I climbed into bed, hoping that sleep would make it better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it didn't. I woke up every 30 minutes or so with the feeling in my stomach and I threw up each time. And this went on until 6am, when I finally called my friend Zack (after calling Jon 10 times and he didn't pick up) asking him to take me to Urgent Care. He came and picked me up right away (he lives a block away from me) and we drove to Urgent Care, which was CLOSED. argh... So by this point, I was nauseous again and had to step out of the car to throw up again. He called his mom to see what I should do. She just said that Urgent Care or the ER wouldn't be able to help much. Perhaps just get some ginger ale or clear soda and some crackers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he dropped me off at home so I could throw up again and then he went to the store and picked up some stuff for me. I was hesitant to drink the clear soda because the water that I had drank a few hours ago just came right back up. But I tried it anyway because the bubbly is supposed to help. So I drank it, and it kept it down, and it actually stopped my nausea. So I actually got to get some rest. I slept on the couch from 8am to 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate Kelley came home from work at 1pm. She made me a glass of Gatorade, which is supposed to help with dehydration. So I drank some of that. Jen came over a little bit later to just hang out and help out with whatever I needed. We watched some TV until about 5pm, when she left. But by that time, I got a little nauseous again. So for the last time, I threw up the Gatorade that I had drank. What was supposed to help me actually made me throw up again. BLAH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a shower after that, and then went to bed because I was just super exhausted. That was around 8pm. I didn't wake up again until 4am, which is right now. I'm probably going to go back to sleep again soon. I'm definitely not going in to work. I won't work again until I'm back from Hawaii. I need the rest so that I can be back to normal for my vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, this food poisoning is giving me some good abs for Hawaii. And now I'm gonna be super skinny too. ;) (I'm not really being serious here.. so don't yell at me. I'm not bulimic.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-3623720858884754010?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3623720858884754010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=3623720858884754010&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3623720858884754010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3623720858884754010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/food-poisoning.html' title='Food Poisoning'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-7643463027223730942</id><published>2009-08-20T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T02:23:29.404-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><title type='text'>School Ends --- ALMOST!!</title><content type='html'>I had my last class ever! Classes are finally over! No more boring lectures and sitting through presentation after presentation of utter uselessness!! SO HAPPY!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need to write this stupid paper. It's a 2000+ word paper that's due on Sunday. But I definitely want to finish it tonight or tomorrow night. Definitely no later than tomorrow night because I don't want to be thinking about school anymore while I'm packing for HAWAII! So while I should be writing the paper, I'm writing this blog entry. HAHA. As you can tell, I'm a really good procrastinator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, does anyone actually use the little check boxes at the bottom of each blog entry? The ones that says "LOL" "Hot!" and "Interesting"... Would you use them more often if I changed to say something else?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-7643463027223730942?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7643463027223730942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=7643463027223730942&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7643463027223730942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7643463027223730942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-ends-almost.html' title='School Ends --- ALMOST!!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-5718641614903196393</id><published>2009-08-19T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T01:01:53.300-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aussiebum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><title type='text'>iChat: Video Chat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SouxUV09XpI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Nzf55_YHLVg/s1600-h/ichat_hero20090608.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SouxUV09XpI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Nzf55_YHLVg/s320/ichat_hero20090608.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371581943584218770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you may or may not know, I use a Mac computer. In fact, it's a MacBook.. one of the white ones. I'm a big Mac enthusiast. I won't go as far to say that I'm a Mac Fanboy, but I will say that I really enjoy Mac hardware and software and fully support them. I have a MacBook, a MacMini, an iPhone, an iPod Mini, and a 3rd Gen iPod. There's also an old Powerbook and an old iBook with a cracked screen that are living on the top shelf of my closet... So yea, I really like Macs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the applications on my Mac that I have on ALL the time is iChat. It's basically AIM, but for the Mac. I use my AIM account on it. But it gives me other capabilities like a very reliable audio or video chat and screen sharing. I put one of those features to good use tonight. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It first started with me taking a few pictures of myself in my new Aussiebum swimwear. :) They're black square cuts.... very &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/eg5tf"&gt;short&lt;/a&gt;. hehe. Jason isn't feel well so I decided to send him the pic to make him feel better. He loved it, which made him a bit horny, which made ME horny. So I asked if jacking off for him would make him feel even better. He said "hell yes!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go into details, but I put on a nice show for him. He was just talking into the camera. I didn't have him join me because I know he wasn't feeling well enough. But I could see him reach down to play with himself a little during my show. ;) I loved every minute of it too. It was definitely fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was the chatting afterwards that I really liked. We just stayed on video chat with each other and just talked. He had some shirts to iron and I had some researching for my paper. So we both stayed on the computer and talked about our day and other random things. I enjoy my conversations with him. And he's just so damn cute. His face, his expressions, the way he talks.. all so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad that I found Jason. I know we're not committed to each other in anyway, but I definitely know that I'm comfortable with him and I can tell he's comfortable with me. And for now, that's all that matters. I hope he'll stay in my life in one form or another for a long time. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-5718641614903196393?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5718641614903196393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=5718641614903196393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5718641614903196393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5718641614903196393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/ichat-video-chat.html' title='iChat: Video Chat'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SouxUV09XpI/AAAAAAAAAXI/Nzf55_YHLVg/s72-c/ichat_hero20090608.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-5458317501716067400</id><published>2009-08-19T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T02:29:43.419-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='torchy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desktop pic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rapha'/><title type='text'>Desktop Picture</title><content type='html'>Saw this over at &lt;a href="http://torchyboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Torchy!&lt;/a&gt;. He posted a pic of his desktop pic, as a request from &lt;a href="http://gaymaskboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Rapha&lt;/a&gt;. I thought it'd be cool to show you my desktop because I LOVE this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SovFVibSbhI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6B7lweWXlvE/s1600-h/SpiceGirls2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SovFVibSbhI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6B7lweWXlvE/s320/SpiceGirls2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371603954378632722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was taken in front of the Planet Hollywood Hotel and Casino in Vegas. It's actually two pictures spliced together on Photoshop. It just looks awesome, doesn't it? Only problem is my pose.. I look like I'm about to take a dump or something. Very unattractive. Oh well... everyone else looks amazing. HEHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-5458317501716067400?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5458317501716067400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=5458317501716067400&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5458317501716067400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/5458317501716067400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/desktop-picture.html' title='Desktop Picture'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SovFVibSbhI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/6B7lweWXlvE/s72-c/SpiceGirls2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-6984379364040439270</id><published>2009-08-18T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:37:13.017-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hawaii'/><title type='text'>School Almost Over</title><content type='html'>Today is Tuesday. Tomorrow will be Wednesday. But what's so special about Wednesday? Well... it'll be my last class that I will have to attend.. EVER!! Two more 3-hour classes away from freedom!! Well.. sort of. I still have a 6 page paper to write by Sunday... but I will have finally finished all my classes. And by this Sunday, if all goes well with my grades, I will have my Masters in Teaching. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless it's for fun, I probably won't be taking any more classes anywhere. I will teach classes... but not take them. :) It's going to feel SOOO nice once the classes are over and my paper is done. I'm going to try and work on the paper as much as I can tonight, and then finish it tomorrow night. I don't want to procrastinate. I know I will want to put it off.. but I just want it to be done so that I can focus on what comes next: HAWAII!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-6984379364040439270?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6984379364040439270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=6984379364040439270&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6984379364040439270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6984379364040439270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/school-almost-over.html' title='School Almost Over'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-7010702401149599109</id><published>2009-08-17T02:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T03:16:38.631-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>A Friendship Ends</title><content type='html'>It seems as though my friendship with Miles has ended. (Read my "Important People" section in the sidebar on the right for a short description of who he is). I definitely considered him to be one of my very best friends. We hung out together all the time. But we've always had a really weird friendship. We like to make fun of each other and call each other out on things. People who don't know us very well would ask why we were friends because we seem to be so mean to each other. But that's just how it worked. And we thought it was funny. Just as long as we were just making fun of each other, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you may know, I work at Disneyland and I have girl partners that I dance with. Being girls, they are ALWAYS weight conscious no matter how skinny they really are. But us guys have our locker room talk and conversation always steers toward our partners... how well they lift their own weight, whether they're good partners, how easy/hard it is to lift them, etc. Well, I mentioned that one of the girls was probably not the easiest to lift just because she is heavier than the other girls but I wasn't saying it maliciously or in any way to imply that she was fat. Just stating a fact. And I said that Miles would probably have a harder time lifting her if they were partners... but mostly a dig at him before heing weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a few days after that, when I wasn't at work that day, Miles goes up to her and just casually says, "You know... Doug told me that I wouldn't be able to lift you." So of course, the next day that I'm back at work, the girl confronts me and asks why I would say that. I was so surprised and in shock by it that I didn't know what to say to her. Luckily another girl was next to me and bailed me out. But I was so mad that Miles would repeat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that happened, I called Miles out and asked him what the hell he was thinking repeating what I said to him. He just laughed, thinking that it was funny. I explained to him that I thought what we talked about in the locker room should be kept just among the guys and not to be repeated. I reiterated that I was upset but, again, he just laughed. He probably thinks it's just like any other dig that we make at each other, but this actually invovled another person. What he said hurt another person's feelings. And my friendship with the girl involved has suffered because of it. I can't let that go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was about 3 weeks ago. And since that day, I have yet to have a normal conversation with him again. We've had to interact with each other while performing and I had to return something that he loaned me, but that's been it. So from best friends to not talking at all. Today, we passed each other in the hallway, saw each other, and didn't even talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing is... if only he just came up to me and APOLOGIZED for what happened, then everything will be fine. But I just don't think I should make any effort to reconcile.. It should be HIM. He needs to make the effort because he was at fault in this whole situation, don't you think? Why should I be the one to try and make up and regain our friendship. Not going to lie, I miss talking and hanging out with him, but he has totally lost my trust. Don't you all think it's just ridiculous that he won't apologize??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-7010702401149599109?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7010702401149599109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=7010702401149599109&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7010702401149599109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7010702401149599109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/friendship-ends.html' title='A Friendship Ends'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-8169228550985982914</id><published>2009-08-15T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:52:53.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cruise'/><title type='text'>Cruiseship</title><content type='html'>This just makes me laugh that this is happening after I called my life mundane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Jamie online last night and I decided to just randomly send him a message. "Hi." Pretty harmless. We hadn't talked since we saw each other in Florida in June. So we caught each other up on our lives. I told him about Jason a bit. And he's sort of seeing this guy, but he's unsure about him because he's very indecisive and apparently not very good in bed... And that got us on the topic of our nights together in Florida. Of course we reminisced about the amazing sex. I'll have to say that he's the best I've had. But ok, I'm digressing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're also talking about his job and how much overtime he has to put in every week. I just feel horrible for him because he works so hard and they don't reward them whatsoever. I asked if he's due for a vacation. And he says he REALLY wants to go on the Disney Cruise but none of his friends are willing to go with him, which I don't understand. Because the Disney Cruise is just about the best thing ever and I would kill to go on that again. Plus my friend is working on the cruise ship right now so it would be so fun to visit him. I, of course, tell him that I would be so interested to go and if he'd be willing to go with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we kind of discuss the dates that we would be able to go (a week in September) and he says he's going to check if it's going to be possible to get days off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG it would be AMAZING if we went on a 7 day cruise together. And you know what? I really think I've gotten over Jamie now and we're just good friends. Good friends with benefits. (OMG, why do I have so many?) And I think we could definitely enjoy ourselves on the cruise together without having things get complicated. I really hope this happens. And I really hope I can pick up massive overtime from now until then to pay for this! HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-8169228550985982914?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8169228550985982914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=8169228550985982914&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/8169228550985982914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/8169228550985982914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/cruiseship.html' title='Cruiseship'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-3176204333903138441</id><published>2009-08-15T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T13:10:51.817-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cute Boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>Another Boy</title><content type='html'>The day after I blog about having to write about mundane things... I'm writing about another boy that I've been talking to. Ha. I guess there's never a lack of drama in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been noticing this Cute Boy at work for a while now. Probably a good 2-3 months. But always been from a far. I've never talked to him before. But every time I see him, I always am mesmerized by his good looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, about 3 weeks ago, I went to Las Vegas with my friends. And I took a few pics of me in my skimpy swimsuit and I posted them on my Facebook as my default &lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/c3q3a"&gt;pic&lt;/a&gt;. :P Well, the day after that pic went up, I get a Friend Request from Cute Boy. I'd really like to think that he noticed me because of my pic ;) (He's friends with some other of my co-workers, which is why he could see my pic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we've been casually chatting online, which then went to texting. And we've definitely been flirting with each other, and recently the conversations have been pretty sexual. But today, the conversation got a little more serious. And without giving you all the details, the topic went to relationships. And my instinct in response was to tell him that I wasn't looking for a serious relationship right now. But I wouldn't mind hanging out and then have a little sex. And he agreed with all that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is any of this ringing a bell to you guys? Argh... Everything I said to Cute Boy is what Jason said to me. What made me say them? And whatever that reason is, would that be the same reasons for Jason? Am I denying Cute Boy a relationship because I am holding out for Jason? Or am I just simply scared to enter into a relationship? But then again, I feel like I would be ready for a relationship with Jason. So why am I not ready with Cute Boy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many questions and it's really frustrating... Frustrating that I could be potentially letting a good relationship with Cute Boy go and frustrating that Jason isn't ready for a relationship. FML.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-3176204333903138441?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3176204333903138441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=3176204333903138441&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3176204333903138441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3176204333903138441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-boy.html' title='Another Boy'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-2198798156467171659</id><published>2009-08-14T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T01:01:15.450-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>More Blogging</title><content type='html'>So I think I'm going to make more of an effort to blog again. This summer has been really busy for me and I just haven't had the time to even sit down and watch TV, let alone blog. But I want to change that. It's just that it's been tough for me to blog because I feel like a lot of my life is not really blog-worthy. But maybe if I just get over that and blog about some of just my every day life, I can get back to blogging every day again. This blog was supposed to be my personal journal about my life anyway, and I might want to look back on it and read some of the mundane parts of my life and not just the life changing stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope I stick with this. I was so good when I first started this. I wanted to get back to it! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not going to lie, but comments and emails really keep me going. So I would really love to hear from all of you as often as possible. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-2198798156467171659?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2198798156467171659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=2198798156467171659&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2198798156467171659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2198798156467171659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/more-blogging.html' title='More Blogging'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-1024271221728895235</id><published>2009-08-05T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:36:14.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend with benefits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>The Talk...</title><content type='html'>Well, I had the talk with Jason. I intended on doing it in person, but we were talking online and the topic came up and I just needed to address it. I think I will just copy and paste our conversation (not in its entirety but enough for you all to get the gist of it):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Doug: hmmm... since you're bringing it up... I just have to ask... where are we at right now? I like you, and I just want to know if we're just pretty much going to be friends and that's it, or if there's potential for more? I'm not trying to put any pressure on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jason: sorry Doug we have talked about this before. but I am just not up for dating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D: Just not up for dating? Or just not up for dating me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J: Just not up for dating. but that doesn't mean it won't change. It might, it might not. But dating is not on my list. I knew us having sex was leading you on. I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D: No, that's not it. It's actually not the sex that's leading me on. I guess I just feel like everything that we do outside of the bedroom feels like casual dating to me.  I mean, I don't want the pressures of commitment right now either. I guess we just have different ideas of dating. I think my only thing is that I feel like we're more than just "friends." But we're definitely not boyfriends either, which is fine by me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;J: Ok, I know we are definitely more affectionate than friends, that is true. Well then I guess casual dating is fine. I just don't want to hurt you if I, and I'm not saying that I will, do find someone that completely changes things. And I want you to be able to tell me if you've met someone else as well. And just say that you want to be with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;D: Well, I can do that. But only if you promise me that you'll let me know when you're ready for more then. But no pressure from me, cuz I like where we're at right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got my answers. And they're not all the answers that I hoped for. I think we both did a little compromising. I just want to tell you all that I really AM fine with where we're at right now. Like I've described to you, I feel like everything that we've done together is considered dating. Like he said, we're definitely more affectionate than just friends. Which is why I really just didn't like that word being used. But hanging out, going to dinners, cuddling, watching TV together, kissing, having sex -- I'm all for it right now. And do I need the pressures of being boyfriends?... perhaps not. I never really said that I wanted to be boyfriends with him. Sure, I do think there's potential for us to be, and if it so happens that we do become boyfriends, I'd like that too. But NOT being boyfriends is not a dealbreaker. I'm really not looking for one right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess we're in a good place. I really wanted this to be an in-person talk, but I just needed to know and couldn't wait. I know many of you are just going to tell me that he's no good for me and that I should find someone else. Well, you're probably right. But I'm not going to be actively searching for someone else either. I'll go on the online &lt;strike&gt;dating&lt;/strike&gt; hookup site and check things out. I actually started chatting with a really cute boy last night. And there's also the cute boy at work that I've started chatting with online and through texting too. So I'm keeping my options open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for now, Jason and I are casually dating each other. Maybe now he'll stop using the word "friend" every chance he gets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-1024271221728895235?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1024271221728895235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=1024271221728895235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1024271221728895235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1024271221728895235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/talk.html' title='The Talk...'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-1912275336083419333</id><published>2009-08-04T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T01:20:15.204-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'>Potential Boyfriend?</title><content type='html'>So I'm getting mixed signals from Jason. Don't get me wrong, things between us are still great. We're hanging out a lot, we talk all the time. He even came over to help me move my new apartment (which I am SO thankful for). But I'm getting different signals about what he wants for the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me just describe the things we've done together and our friendship/relationship so far. We've had dinner together multiple times. We went to the Ringling Bros. circus together, along with my friends. He has met some of my closest friends. He had me over at his birthday party and held my hand several times at night to lead me around. He introduced me to his closest friends. We go to the gym together. He's playful with me (i.e. He'll playfully nudge me  when we're standing side by side, he pinned me down and tickled me for a good few minutes). We like to watch TV together and have made plans to watch certain shows/DVDs. We've slept over at each other's apartments. He's given me a toothbrush head of my own for his electric toothbrush. Oh.. and we have sex a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The flip side to this... he has mentioned in the beginning of our friendship that he's not looking to date right now. He asked if we could be friends with benefits. He seems to use the word "friends" a lot (i.e. I thanked him for helping me move, and he replies with "what are friends for?").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest thing on this flip side is what he told me when he came to help me move. As we're getting ready to move my entertainment center, he tells me that the night before he was at a birthday party for his friend that he used to hookup with, and the friend asked if he wanted to have a threesome, which he agreed to. He went on to describe the experience, saying that he wasn't enjoying it so much since the other two were more into each other. While I was listening to him describe it, I couldn't help but feel a little sad inside. Of course I didn't let it show in my face, cuz we're only just friends, but it was pretty tough to hear about his hookups because I really do like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back on the positive side of things, he later said something that I have interpreted to be a good sign. I asked what he was doing after he finished helping me move and he told me that he was possibly going to a wedding reception with his friend. However, his friend still had not replied back to his texts/voicemails about whether or not she's going. And then he says, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's with her potential boyfriend herself&lt;/span&gt;." Ok, after he said that, I was going through my head what that was implying. He could have easily just said, "She's with her potential boyfriend." But because he added the word "herself," it sounds to me like he was calling me his potential boyfriend. And then, you may say that he just accidentally slipped in the word "herself" and it doesn't mean anything. But then again, why would he even mention her potential boyfriend. Why would he need to tell me that? I've asked three of my friends what they think of it... 2 out of 3 agree with me that he was calling me his potential boyfriend and the 3rd just said it meant nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I've pretty much written down everything in my relationship with Jason and I'm hoping that you guys can give me your opinions. I know several of you have already expressed that my relationship with Jason doesn't seem to be a good one that will last, and if you still feel the same way, I would still like to hear it. I just want to know what you guys think and any advice you may have for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do plan to talk to him about it soon. Even if he just confirms that I'm a potential boyfriend, I will be happy. Even if he just says that we're "dating," then I'm happy. I don't need to be his boyfriend right now. But I guess I would like to know if we could possibly be boyfriends in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry I'm so all over the place with this. I don't know if you can tell...but I like this guy. lol. So my mind just goes at 100mph when I talk about him. Anyway, let me know what you think. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-1912275336083419333?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1912275336083419333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=1912275336083419333&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1912275336083419333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1912275336083419333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/potential-boyfriend.html' title='Potential Boyfriend?'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-7670041216675324500</id><published>2009-07-28T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T02:35:04.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apartment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><title type='text'>Moving Again</title><content type='html'>I'm moving into a new apartment... again. But it's really not that bad of a move. I'm moving within the same apartment building... again. After I move into this new one, I will have lived in 4 different apartments within the same building. HAHA. I just keep moving around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually get the keys to the new place in the morning, but my official big move day is Saturday. Jason's going to be helping me move. :) He also secured me some empty boxes that he found at work and is bringing them to me tomorrow. He's so thoughtful. :P I think he's just finding an excuse to come over so that he can have his way with me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss my current apartment. It's a studio, so I live by myself. But in the new one, it's a 2 bedroom and I'll have a roommate. I'm going to get along fine with her (yes, I'm living with a girl) but I'm just going to really miss living alone. It'll definitely be a tough adjustment. But we'll have our own separate rooms, so I can always lock myself in my own room if I need to. And I'm hoping that I'll be locking both me and Jason in there quite a lot! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk more about Jason, but I'm really tired now. And I just wanted to give an update on my life because it seems like I never have time to blog anymore. I used to blog every day... what happened to that? Sigh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-7670041216675324500?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7670041216675324500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=7670041216675324500&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7670041216675324500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7670041216675324500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/moving-again.html' title='Moving Again'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-1677943527057628663</id><published>2009-07-18T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T13:24:31.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><title type='text'>Homework, Birthday Party, and Vegas</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting here trying to start my homework. It's a paper of sorts... writing about a problem in education. And I don't have to write that much.. maybe 2 pages double spaced. I just have to do it now because I won't have time this weekend. I have Jason's birthday party tomorrow night, and then work all day Sunday before going to bed ASAP so that we can leave for our Vegas trip at 6am. Yes, I'm going to Vegas again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jason's birthday party is tomorrow night. It's at his house so it'll be many of his friends there. It starts at 8pm but I'm going to be arriving late because I'm having dinner with my family. I'm thinking I won't get there until maybe 11pm. But I think that's a good thing because I'm not sure if I'd do too well with so many people I don't know for a long period of time. By 11pm, I'm sure people will be either way too drunk or starting to leave? HAHA. I don't know. But I'm just not the best when meeting new people. So it's a pretty big deal that I'm going. I just want to look good in front his friends. Gosh I really don't know what to expect. I'm not a party person.. and the only parties I attend are thrown by people that I work with... so this might be my first outside party that I'm going to. Eeek.. getting more nervous as I talk about it. So I'm just going to stop talking about it and just GO for it tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other news: VEGAS! I'll be leaving for Vegas at 6am with a car full of friends. TWO cars actually. And we're going to be staying at the Planet Hollywood! We get free booze in the hotel room when we arrive! PLUS, the FAT TUESDAY is right inside the Planet Hollywood shops so we're going to be going there A LOT. I'm really looking forward to it. I have so much fun when I'm there with my friends. It's just a time for us to let loose, get drunk, be crazy, and have tons of fun! I'm also hoping that my friends will want to go to the Rio Seafood Buffet with me because it's AMAZINGLY yummy!! I'm not going to be gambling... much. I'll probably play my Monopoly slot machiine and then before I leave I'm going to do my Roulette thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for Roulette, I have this system that I follow:&lt;br /&gt;1) I put a set amount of money (usually $20) on RED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If it lands on RED, move on to next step.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If it lands on BLACK, walk away.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strike&gt;2) Place the original amount of money (so $20 again.. not the full $40) on RED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;If it lands on RED, then I have won $40!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strike&gt;If it lands on BLACK, then I still have $20!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;2) Place all $40 on RED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If it lands on RED, then I have won $60!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If it lands on BLACK, well... I've only lost $20.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;edit: I knew I wrote it wrong, but I hadn't had time to revise that until now. LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-1677943527057628663?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1677943527057628663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=1677943527057628663&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1677943527057628663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1677943527057628663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/homework-birthday-party-and-vegas.html' title='Homework, Birthday Party, and Vegas'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-6329652676894943060</id><published>2009-07-17T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T03:03:41.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barry'/><title type='text'>Barry</title><content type='html'>Barry Barry Barry... I miss talking to my British buddy. There are so many things that I want to tell him, but we never chat anymore. I really do miss chatting with him - I used to tell him everything, but now we're never online at the same time. I fear that our online friendship might be ending. :( And I know you're reading Barry -- is the guilt trip working? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But seriously, I'm just really sad that it's been WEEKS since we've had a good conversation with each other. I miss our talks. I loved chatting with him because he was never judgmental, yet gave me invaluable advice whenever I needed it. And wow, it's almost been a year since I've "met" Barry online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I really hope that Barry decides to respond to my email soon (::hint hint::)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-6329652676894943060?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6329652676894943060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=6329652676894943060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6329652676894943060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6329652676894943060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/barry.html' title='Barry'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-8612146137584834666</id><published>2009-07-16T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T02:02:11.644-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor Who'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Buffy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend with benefits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='date'/><title type='text'>Friends With Benefits... So Far So Good</title><content type='html'>So it's been a week since we've decided to be friends with benefits, and I think it's working out just nicely. In addition to the awesome dinner and a movie we had last week, we've also been to the gym together. That was fun because he showed me how to use a lot of the equipment at the gym. I never use the machines because I feel like an idiot having to walk up to the machines and read the instructions... so it was nice to have someone just show me how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then yesterday was his birthday. We started his birthday celebration with a midnight showing of Harry Potter. The movie was long, but it was nice to hang out with him. I really would even call it a date. We sat together, and were pretty close the whole time. He was very touchy with me. After the movie he came back to my place and I gave him his present. I decided NOT to do the ice cream thing... I figured the movie tickets were good. And then I gave him the Aussiebums. He seemed to like it. I showed him that I had matching ones, which I was already wearing. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had also invited him to go to the House of Blues, but his friends ended up taking him out to the bars to celebrate, so he called me and thanked me for the invite but had to decline. (I was fine with it cuz I was actually really tired and just needed to relax at home, which is what I'm doing now) Then he also told me that he was wearing the underwear I got him and that they're really comfy. He also said that his friends thought they were sexy and he bragged to them that I got them for him. :) That made me feel pretty good -- I picked a good present. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I don't know what you guys are thinking, but I'm thinking what we have going on is pretty good right now. So what if we're not officially dating? I feel like we're doing some pretty date-y stuff. We still have plans to have an at-home movie night to watch "He's Just Not That Into You" and several epsiodes of "Doctor Who" and "Buffy." I'd probably call that a "date" in any other circumstance. But yeah, I just think that maybe he likes that we don't have the pressures of officially dating, and frankly I think I like that too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with there being no real commitment, I just have to remind myself not to get too emotionally attached to him because things can end at any moment. I don't see that happening soon because it really seems like we're enjoying each other's company a lot, but I just can't get my hopes up about him, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what are your opinions on the matter?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-8612146137584834666?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8612146137584834666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=8612146137584834666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/8612146137584834666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/8612146137584834666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/friends-with-benefits-so-far-so-good.html' title='Friends With Benefits... So Far So Good'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-2861074924668302259</id><published>2009-07-10T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T01:59:39.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green tea ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aussiebum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='p90x'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><title type='text'>Might As Well Update</title><content type='html'>I wrote a reply to the comments from my last blog, and I thought I'd just write a post about it since it's kind of important and not everyone looks at the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've had a few comments from concerned readers about me being fuck buddies with Jason and how, in the end, I'm going to end up being hurt if I'm not careful. I fully appreciate their comments and I want to thank you guys for caring about me and looking out for me. And because of your comments, I know I will be careful. But, I've decided to go along with the sex. Here is what I wrote back to the comments:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;@ HCI, Godfrey, and Aek: thank you for being concered about me. I really appreciate it. I've taken your advice into consideration, but... I've decided to be fuck buddies with him. As Anonymous points out, I do like that he was honest about it and that he cared enough to not hurt me like his previous relationship had hurt him. Now that I know how he feels, I am confident I can draw that line myself and not get extremely attached. Obviously I'm keeping my options open with other guys.&lt;/blockquote&gt;In other news, I've already bought the "Commando" underwear from Aussiebum and they're on their way! However, I'm not going to be getting him the blank DVDs. I was over at his place last night (I'll talk about that in a sec...) and I asked him about his DVDs. Well, he started to burn a few and he took out his giant tower of DVDs that he has. So, I feel like he wouldn't like it as much. I'm sure he would appreciate it still.. but I want him to like it. So, I've decided on something else. But let me talk about last night first because it goes into what I'm going to get him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after our talk about not wanting to date, being fuck buddies, etc... we still decided to go on our dinner and a movie "date"... we moved it to last night instead of Saturday afternoon. And I guess I had a better time at this "date" than a real date because I felt less pressure. I could just be myself. And we both paid for ourselves (although he did pay for the tips for me since I paid with cash and he paid with card.. I was going to add more cash for tips, but he told me not to worry about it). Ok, I'm getting ahead of myself though.... anyway... So I got off of school and I picked him up at his house. We went to this place called Maggiano's, a really nice Italian restaurant with GIANT portions. We both ordered a full size plate of pasta and OMG it was HUGE! Sooo much pasta! but OH so yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, during our dinner, we talked about a lot of different things. He talked about his childhood and his problems growing up. He comes from a really poor family and he had to cope with several learning handicaps too. But he was able to move out to Southern California and find himself a job and support himself. He still takes care of his mom, sending her money every month. It's very sweet of him. We talked about our favorite foods and we talked about desserts that we like. And then he says he LOVES all kind of ice cream, and he's recently discovered and started liking Green Tea ice cream... LIGHTBULB! Green Tea ice cream is a little rare, and can't be found everywhere. BUT I have an Asian supermarket that I go to that I KNOW will have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for his birthday, I'm getting him a nice birthday card, the matching Aussiebum underwear, and GREEN TEA ICE CREAM! mmmm yummy! hehe. I think it's going to be a good gift and I really hope he likes it. What do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, after dinner, we saw Transformers 2. I liked it. LONG, but I liked it for the most part. We both enjoyed it. Then we drove back to his house, and I stayed over for the night. Being fuck buddies,... we fucked. LOL. And oh it's so freaking good. I came a total of 3 times before I left his place. We're both just super horny all the time and horny for each other, which is a big reason why I've decided on our unique relationship. I do think having this friendship benefits the both of us: he needs more gay friends, and I need more non-work friends. He's pretty much my only non-work friend that I want to hang out with, and I'm his only gay friend that he wants to hang out with. So for now it works out nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one last thing.. and congrats to those who read through this whole post and got here.. a few of you have asked about my P90X progress so I decided to take a few pictures for you ;) Here's my best frame. hehe. Comments on my progress (that will boost my ego) are greatly appreciated ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SlcAzmF1L2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/zTINB_3tJ_A/s1600-h/Photo+846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SlcAzmF1L2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/zTINB_3tJ_A/s320/Photo+846.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356751168178827106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-2861074924668302259?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2861074924668302259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=2861074924668302259&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2861074924668302259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/2861074924668302259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/might-as-well-update.html' title='Might As Well Update'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SlcAzmF1L2I/AAAAAAAAAXA/zTINB_3tJ_A/s72-c/Photo+846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-6892907136386618795</id><published>2009-07-08T02:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T02:41:02.116-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend with benefits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><title type='text'>Well That Answers That...</title><content type='html'>Not very good news tonight. Got home at around 11:30pm and started chatting with Jason on AIM. We were talking about dinner and a movie when this conversation happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Jason: So I have to ask. You sure you are ok with us being just friends? I know we are closer than we should be for being friends... the sex and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Well are you not looking for anything more than just friends at all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: I am just not into dating right now. I understand if you are not ok with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: You had told me that from the beginning so I understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: I just had my heart broken and I want to make sure to not do that to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks. To be totally honest, I think I really like you. But I'm glad you're telling me this now. Well, tell me this... do you see ANY potential of us dating in the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason: I don't know. Not right now at least.&lt;/blockquote&gt;So there we go... at least now I know. I'm not going to lie... I really started to like him but I guess I was being overly optimistic. I DID know that he wasn't looking for a relationship when this all started, so I was just being naive in thinking that spending a few days with me would change that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made the decision to stay friends with him. He continued to tell me that I'm really his only gay friend that he has right now. And I have no reason to not believe him. And the sex is really quite good so I'm ok with us having some benefits too. I know that you'll all have something to say about this, but I'm holding on to some sort of hope that he'll warm up to an idea of dating later on. I truly believe that he's not ready to date because of what happened with his last relationship and not because he doesn't like me. I mean, why else would be insist on us staying friends and ask to hang out still? (we're still going to have a "dinner and a movie" night tomorrow... I can't very well call it a "date" anymore though, I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're all thinking... If I go down this path, I'm going to end up being hurt. But I really don't want to lose him as a friend. He's about my only friend outside of work, and I really can't afford to lose that. I'm just going to go along with it and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and THANK YOU to all who gave me advice on the birthday gift. I took a lot of your advice into consideration and I had decided on a gift for him (before the "not ready to date" conversation):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pack of Blank DVDs (he has a huge collection of burned DVDs that he's quite proud of)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pair of "&lt;a href="http://www.aussiebum.com/en/underwear/273/hipster%20air-raid/"&gt;Commando&lt;/a&gt;" Aussiebum underwear (with a matching pair for myself)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A nice birthday card with a nice birthday message&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I already bought the Aussiebums online so I'm for sure giving those to him. And you can't give a gift without a birthday card, so I'm doing that as well. So I guess I just have to decide whether or not to get him the blank DVDs. I was going to buy a pack of 50 for $12.99 at Best Buy. Should I just forget it? Or should I just go for it and buy it for him? I know that buying him these gifts won't automatically change his mind about dating... but maybe it'll give me a few points that will count when he does decide he's ready to date again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-6892907136386618795?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6892907136386618795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=6892907136386618795&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6892907136386618795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/6892907136386618795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-that-answers-that.html' title='Well That Answers That...'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-8915277440870927327</id><published>2009-07-07T02:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T03:01:37.345-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney World'/><title type='text'>Disney World Boys (Part 3)</title><content type='html'>Finally finishing up my blog about Florida! hehe. Man, I had such a great time in Disney World. It really was a great vacation and one that I needed to have. And it was just nice to have it filled with boys. Made me feel pretty good about myself to have boys lined up to hang out with me. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my last day, I'm supposed to meet Bryan in Epcot in the day so I make my way out to that park by myself. I text him as I was leaving but I didn't get a response from him by the time I got to the park, so I decided to have lunch by myself. Still no text after lunch, so I went on a few rides by myself. Still no text after the ride, so I went to watch some shows. Finally after the shows I get a text from him telling me that he woke up WAY late and doesn't had been finding a ride to Epcot. He felt really bad for ditching me on my last day in the parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him it was ok and that I was heading back to my new hotel to official check-in to the room so he can just meet me there. So when I got back to the hotel, he was there to meet me. What can I say about Bryan... oh yeah... he's TALL! I'm just about 5'8.5" but he's 6'2"! Almost a half a foot taller than me. HAH. And he's skinny and cute. ;) We sorta just chatted for a little bit in the room and then I suggested we go to the pool and play on the slide because I had heard that the slide was super fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was definitely down for it so we changed into our swim trunks and headed out to the pool. Let me just say that I had such a fun time at the pool with him. We just played around while chatting about nothing. And then we met this crazy kid, Nick, who must have had ADD/ADHD because he was just talking talking talking with us while waiting in line for the slide. I brought my video camera with me so we filmed ourselves coming down the slide and playing around the pool and everything. We also spent a little bit of time in the jacuzzi to talk before heading back to the room to get ready for our dinner reservation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But before we move on, I just wanted to say that I'm so glad I had started the p90X program before this trip. I just felt so much more comfortable about my body.. actually, I was proud of my body and wasn't shy about wearing the tank tops or going to the pool with the boys that I'm interested in. Before P90x, I really didn't like my body and I was always ashamed of taking off my shirt to go in the pool. But now, I'm much more confident... and hopefully I will keep up with it (because I've sort of slacked off a bit after coming back from the vacation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so we got back to the room to get ready for the dinner. I decide to shower because I don't like smelling like chlorine while eating. So I hop in the shower but secretly, I was hoping Bryan would burst through the door and we could have a hot steamy shower together. LOL.. it didn't happen, but it was nice to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While getting ready, we put on the High School Musical 3 soundtrack and we both sang along. We're both big Disney goobs; it was nice to hang out with a fellow goob. HAHA. Our dinner reservation was at 9:45pm so we were both getting really hungry, so we decided to get on the bus early and head over. We got there early, but they had a table for us already so we didn't even have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, if you guys have been to 'Ohana at Disney's Polynesian Resort, then you know just how amazing the food is. I can't begin to explain how awesome this place is. It's an all-you-can-eat meat heaven! They grill everything right there and then bring them to you in giant skewers. So if they just finished cooking the shrimp, they'll bring the shrimp skewers over, ask you how many you want, and then shovel them on to your plate. They have shrimp, steak, pork, turkey, and chicken wings. OH SO GOOD!! I think I might have gained 20 pounds that night. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another cool thing was that since our reservation was so late, we actually got to see the fireworks from the windows of the restaurant at 10pm. So it was a really nice restaurant, really good food, great fireworks, and fun company. We got to know each other better while we were there and all in all, it was a good, relaxing, fun date with Bryan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SlMa-Qiaw4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/qZe5D1qVKdM/s1600-h/IMG_6330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SlMa-Qiaw4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/qZe5D1qVKdM/s320/IMG_6330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355654038767190914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I feel like I look incredible gay in this photo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Bryan and I go back to the hotel, stuffed to the brim with yummy food, and we just kinda lay on the bed almost in food coma. We turn on the TV and we continue to talk. Not going to lie, I really wanted things to progress with him to a more sexual place.. I mean, come on, I'm on vacation. When else is it a more appropriate time to be slutty? But then again, I also didn't want to because we're just getting to be really good friends right now and doing anything sexual might ruin that. So in the end, we didn't do anything. And he didn't make any advances either. At around 1am or so, his friend came to pick him up. We gave each other big hugs and said goodbye, promising to stay in touch and for him to visit me in Disneyland when he returns to Arizona for school in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my trip to Disney World! I had soooooooooo much fun. I can't believe it worked out so well. I forget if I mentioned this, but this trip was supposed to be with a group of my friends because I wanted to share my nice hotel reservations with them. But all of them flaked out of me and I couldn't cancel because I would be losing money if I did... so I just went by myself and all these amazing events happened. Things really do happen for a reason and things just turned out awesome. :) Now to plan my NEXT Florida trip! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-8915277440870927327?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8915277440870927327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=8915277440870927327&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/8915277440870927327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/8915277440870927327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/disney-world-boys-part-3.html' title='Disney World Boys (Part 3)'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/SlMa-Qiaw4I/AAAAAAAAAW4/qZe5D1qVKdM/s72-c/IMG_6330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-7787377067018530187</id><published>2009-07-05T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T12:03:40.530-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday present'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kinky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><title type='text'>Advice on Birthday Gift</title><content type='html'>Hey guys, I need you advice. PLEASE please please comment because I need as much input as possible. And ASAP. So even if you've never read this blog before or never commented before, PLEASE do so now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the boy I'm seeing, Jason... his birthday is coming up next Wednesday July 15th. I really want to get him something. The thing is, I'm not sure what to get him because I'm not really sure what we are yet. He's mentioned the words "friends with benefits" which I kind of got a little sad to hear? But he's willing to hang out and stuff, I invited him to go to my friends' 4th of July party with me and he was actually contemplating it.. and I invited him to the circus that's coming in town and he said yes. So... I guess I'm still confused as to what kind of relationship we have. Regardless, I still want to get him a birthday gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I've had one person suggest that I get something kinky/sex related. Why? Because a week ago when I stayed over at his place, he tied me up with arm restraints that he had installed on his bed! HEHEHE. Oh and I was blind folded too. OMG, so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But should I get a more traditional birthday gift? Something cheap though... cuz I don't want him to think I'd spend so much money on him when we're just "friends" for now. Something funny, perhaps? He was also telling me about his skydiving and swimming with the dolphins so he's done a lot of cool things. And then he was telling me about his scars and the multiple times he's been to the hospital cuz he's a bit of a daredevil. hehe. So something related to that could be funny?  I dunno.. That's why I need your help!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please please please give me some input! I'll love you forever!! THANKS guys! If there's a group of guys that I know I can count on, it's you guys!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-7787377067018530187?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7787377067018530187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=7787377067018530187&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7787377067018530187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/7787377067018530187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/advice-on-birthday-gift.html' title='Advice on Birthday Gift'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-3400167777904947349</id><published>2009-07-04T16:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T16:42:59.228-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4th of July'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><title type='text'>Happy 4th Indeed!</title><content type='html'>I haven't talked about him much, but Jason and I have been seeing each other more than just occasionally. Ever since I got back from Florida, we've gotten together a few times. A few nights ago I actually stayed over at his place... never slept over at another guy's place before. So that was a cool experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we both have the day off today, so we're having our own 4th of July celebration at my place. ;) It's gonna be filled with sexy times. He's already told me what he wants to do with me when he gets here. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really hoping that Jason wants a relationship with me. He's so cute and funny. And he's HOT! We're definitely sexually attracted to each other, there's no doubt about that. But I'm hoping that he wants a bit more out of me too. But for now, we're having a good time with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I hope you guys have a day filled with BBQ and fireworks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-3400167777904947349?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3400167777904947349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=3400167777904947349&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3400167777904947349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3400167777904947349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-4th-indeed.html' title='Happy 4th Indeed!'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-4762719088733542514</id><published>2009-07-04T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T03:41:25.229-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><title type='text'>Disney World Boys (Part 2)</title><content type='html'>Ok... I still think I was a little too detailed about everything in Part 1. I need to not write so much! Anyway.. if you haven't read Part 1 yet, I suggest you do that first. :) Oh and the blog is gonna get kinda sexually explicit now... so don't read unless you want some sexy details. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where was I? Oh yeah, Jamie and I getting frisky after the jacuzzi/pool. Well, we take each others' clothes off and have some sexy time. And it was AMAZING. I had forgotten how big Jamie's dick was. hehe. He goes gentle at first, but pretty soon it gets very hot and steamy. I actually almost experienced cumming while being fucked without touching myself... but I guess my moaning was really hot and he couldn't hold out any longer. But oh my god it felt so good. I hadn't had sex since December. I needed it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just collapsed on the bed afterwards and just chatted with each other. Somehow we got to food and we both expressed that we were REALLY hungry. So at 4 in the morning, we go out to the Waffle House and have an awesome breakfast together. We get back to the hotel and sleep in each others' arms. It was so nice to have someone to cuddle with again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wake up around noon or so and head out to Disney's Animal Kingdom. We spend the day there, going on rides, watching shows. Basically an awesome time spent with Jamie. I really loved every minute of it. The park closed early so we left around 6:30pm. He decides to take me on a tour of the Disney World property, going to backstage areas and stuff. I thought it was really interesting and I loved that he was playing tour guide. After we went through most of the major areas, we decide to play some miniature golf... something I hadn't done in years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about miniature golf that screams "fun date!!" for me. And it sure was. We both were horrible at it, but that made it even better. We just made fun of our lack of skill the whole time. And there were other people palying so we had to wait to play some of the holes, so we would just sit down on the bench together and talk. So nice to be able to do that with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sk8rIGt-dzI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ju7Evpdizss/s1600-h/IMG_6284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sk8rIGt-dzI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ju7Evpdizss/s320/IMG_6284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354545900209207090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sitting on the bench with Jamie :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After miniature golfing, we drive over to the Magic Kingdom just in time for the fireworks at 10pm. Fireworks are usually a pretty romantic thing, but there were just too many people around and I was sweaty and gross from the entire day, so I had a hard time getting close to him during the show. :( Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we returned to the hotel and went to the pool and jacuzzi again. We talked for a while again just about everything and anything. It was very nice to get to know more about Jamie. And I think he got to know me a little better as well. After that, we went back up to the room and once again had some sexy time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually feel bad... because I was REALLY loud. But I couldn't help it because it felt so damn good. He was hitting the spot with every thrust and I just couldn't be quiet. But I still felt bad because it was about 3:00 in the morning and I was staying at a Disney hotel, which meant I probably had little kids next door. But my god, the sex was just amazing. He had me in several positions, and I'm pretty surprised that it felt so good so quickly even though his dick was so big and thick. But yeah, once again, he had me so hard and wanting to cum the whole time. Mmmmm -- loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, he had to get ready for work again in the afternoon, so he took me to the Magic Kingdom (where I would meet Bryan) and just dropped me off. I was sad that he had to work because that meant that this would be the last I would see of him for a long while. But it had to end some time. I gave him one last kiss and then climbed out of the car. I looked back as he drove off and I just remembered thinking, "Sigh.. that was a great two nights spent with him." And that's all I could have asked for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bryan was working at the Magic Kingdom as a certain tall character. :P I don't want to ruin any magic for any Disney lovers out there. HAHA. But I text him when I entered the park and he told me where he would be. So I went and visited him at his location. On his lunch, he came out to see me and watch the parade with me, which was nice. The rest of the time I spent by myself. I stayed until the night and watched the nighttime parade by myself :( Oh well.. I couldn't have a boy with me every day, right? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back to my hotel and actually had to pack because I was moving hotel rooms for my last night there. So I packed up and went to bed early. Definitely not as exciting as my other two nights.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I only have one more day left to blog about.. I'll save that for another night. Again, I'm tired and need some sleep. Also, I really need to blog about Jason. He's the guy that I met up with before my trip to Florida. There have been new developments with him -- good developments -- and I should tell you guys all know about it. Soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-4762719088733542514?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4762719088733542514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=4762719088733542514&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/4762719088733542514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/4762719088733542514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/disney-world-boys-part-2.html' title='Disney World Boys (Part 2)'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sk8rIGt-dzI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ju7Evpdizss/s72-c/IMG_6284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-4396529761412682592</id><published>2009-07-02T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:52:52.164-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tony'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disney World'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Disney World Boys (Part 1)</title><content type='html'>It's about 3 weeks late, but I'm finally finding time to blog about Florida. It's been pretty crazy these past few weeks and I'll get to all that, but I wanted to blog about Florida (especially the boys) before I forget too much stuff. So here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I'm going to spare you all the details of my entire Disney World experience and just talk about what I assume you all want to read about: the boys :) Of course that's going to overlap with the vacation details, but I'll try not to write pages upon pages about it. Oh and there are several boys that I will be writing about.. hope you guys don't get confused about who is who. Use the labels at the bottom of the post to go to posts about the boys. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My flight left at 7am in Orange County, but I had a layover in Phoenix, AZ. While on the plane to Phoenix I was thinking about what I brought with me and how I packed everything within 4 hours of leaving my apartment. And then it hit me: I FORGOT TO PACK MY CONDOMS AND LUBE!! When I realized it, I was SOOOO pissed off. I seriously couldn't believe it. In Phoenix, I text Jon and tell him my unfortunate situation. Naturally, he laughs at me. He tells me to ask one of my boys to take me to the store or bring some themselves. Sigh... what an embarrassing situation. I seriously didn't want to ask them... and furthermore, did not know which boy to ask. I was to make this decision later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I arrive in Orlando International Airport at around 5pm or so and I text Bryan to let him know that I made it out there and excited to finally meet him. We made plans to meet each other at Epcot to watch the fireworks. On the way to the hotel, I also text Jamie, just to make sure he's still planning on meeting up with me this weekend when he's off work. I get a response from him saying that he has no plans this week and that he was all mine. ;-) That of course makes me happy. And then I decide that Jamie is to be the one I would ask about the condoms... Here is the text conversations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me: Hey um, this is awkward and I don't mean to be presumptuous, rather just safe, but is there anywhere you can take me to get some condoms and lube?... I forgot to pack them :(&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: To the mega sex depot we go.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Can I some new sex toys while we're there then? LOL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the situation wasn't as awkward or embarrassing as I thought it would be. ;) So then it's time to meet Bryan out in Epcot. I get there early and walk around by myself, in the horribly humid weather. And I do so in my jeans because my luggage had not arrived in my hotel room... So freaking hot - I was sweating like a pig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I get a text from Bryan telling me to meet him in front of Mexico. :) I hurry over and spot him right away since he's 6'4" or whatever he is. As I get closer I see that he's with his friend, Shannon. Not going to lie, I was a little bummed that she was there too, but I guess I totally understand since it was our first time meeting in person. What if I was a serial killer or something? He's just being cautious. LOL. And plus she was his ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we watch the fireworks (which I love) and just kind of chat with each other. We didn't really get to talk one on one since Shannon was there, but it was still nice to meet him. After the fireworks, they just took me back to my hotel and we said goodnight. I didn't want to ask if he wanted to stay over -- cuz it would've sounded really slutty, especially when Shannon was there too. So I just let that go and went back to my hotel room. I spend some time texting Jamie just to chat with him before going to bed. Nothing too exciting, but I didn't invite him over that night because I made plans to meet up with Bryan and Tony the next day. So I go to bed early to get ready for the day to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day, I have Tony come pick me up at my hotel - the same Tony that stayed over at my apartment for a week and a half. He finally moved out to Florida again. So he and his brother pick me up and we go to Disney's Hollywood Studios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sk2fFU4KD5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/IMUEjFF7vEM/s1600-h/IMG_6251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sk2fFU4KD5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/IMUEjFF7vEM/s320/IMG_6251.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354110445865799570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I am with Tony, and his brother Matt, clearly not interested in taking a picture with us. Tony is such a cute, good looking, hot guy. too bad he's straight. Oh well... I spend half of the day there at that park with Tony before Bryan gets off of work and comes to the park as well. We all hang out with each other for a bit and at around 6pm or so, I get a text from Jamie asking me: "What's for dinner?" I tell him where ever he'd like to take me and for him to come pick me up at Disney's Hollywood Studios. So at this point, I had to awkwardly tell both Tony and Bryan that I was meeting up with another friend of mine. Tony just kinda left quickly... I'm not sure if he was pissed off or what... Assuming that I'd find Jamie out by the parking lot, I walked to the exit of the the park with Bryan so that I can say goodbye to him there. However, Jamie was standing right at the exit waiting for me. A slightly awkward situation for me -- the two boys I'm trying to get with meet each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess the two don't know any better and just assume that they're just normal friends of mine. Perhaps I'm just a really popular boy. :P They actually have a conversation with each other about working at Disney World and all. So another awkward situation that didn't turn out to be too awkward afterall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jamie and I leave and I ask him to take me back to my hotel first so that I can shower and change. I had been sweating all day and it was just gross and didn't want our date to be gross. So he drives me back and when we park, I was glad to see that he packed his little suitcase of clothes, meaning he was definitely staying over for the weekend. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I have to show you guys a picture of the hotel I stayed at: Disney's Animal Kingdom Lodge. The lobby is GORGEOUS. I loved every part of the hotel... my room... my view of the animals from my room... the theme of the hotel... the pool. EVERYTHING. Look at the detail of everything in this picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sk2h4vNrgFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/cKK6Rm_v5Xs/s1600-h/IMG_6269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sk2h4vNrgFI/AAAAAAAAAWo/cKK6Rm_v5Xs/s320/IMG_6269.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354113528131977298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shower quickly, but I was half hoping that he would've opened the door and jumped in there with me. But I guess I was getting a little ahead of myself. That stuff will come soon enough. ;) So we get back in the car and he drives me to the same sushi place that we went to the last time I went to Florida to visit him. The sushi was AMAZING, of course. But the company was even better. We just sat and talked. I don't remember any awkward silent moments. I think it helps that Jamie likes to talk and that I like to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the yummy sushi, we drive for a little bit just for kicks and then head back to the hotel room. We decide that we want to go out to the pool for a swim, perhaps go relax in the jacuzzi. We get there and both jacuzzis were taken.. so we just played around in the pool for a while. It was late so the pool was a bit empty, so I got a bit courageous and got pretty close to him on several occasions. He looked so cute with his hair wet, half his body in the water.. It was just a good time spent together. We went back to check on the jacuzzis and they were finally open. The water was SOOO hot. But we get in anyway. We just talked about everything... work.. school.. Disney. I loved every part of it. And of course, we got even closer at the jacuzzi.. but of course not too close, since we WERE in the public at a Disney hotel. We finally can't take it anymore so we go back to the hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sit on the bed together and watch some tv. After a bit of that, I couldn't hold it in any longer and just leaned over for a kiss. That kiss turned into a really long make out session. We then take each other's clothes off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, this post has gotten long enough.. and I'm only on Day 2. I think I better split these posts up. HEHE. Such a tease huh? I'm just getting tired and I want to be awake to write the sexy, steamy parts. I promise not to put this off. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-4396529761412682592?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4396529761412682592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=4396529761412682592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/4396529761412682592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/4396529761412682592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/disney-world-boys-part-1.html' title='Disney World Boys (Part 1)'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/Sk2fFU4KD5I/AAAAAAAAAWg/IMUEjFF7vEM/s72-c/IMG_6251.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-4182397704998517722</id><published>2009-06-16T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T09:22:17.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Vacation Over</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting in the airport in Orlando right now, just pretty much depressed that my vacation is over. I had a GREAT time and there's lots to blog about. Just wish it didn't have to end. And I haven't had real internet durign my time here so I have so much to catch up on (emails, blogs). Gotta get back into the swing of things... school and work start back up right away. Sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-4182397704998517722?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4182397704998517722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=4182397704998517722&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/4182397704998517722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/4182397704998517722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/06/vacation-over.html' title='Vacation Over'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-1510694300071757743</id><published>2009-06-11T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T04:35:28.437-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bryan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jamie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dirty sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>My Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As I have said before, I write this blog because it's mainly a way for me to remember my life if I so choose to look back on it in the future. So I may sometimes go into details that you readers may not be all too excited to read. If that happens with this post, I apologize in advance. And also, I'm thinking the post is going to get pretty sexually explicit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's 10:00pm, and I'm supposed to text Jason. I wait until 10:02, because I don't want to seem desperate by texting right at 10:00. lol. In no time, he responds by telling me that he's getting off work and that he can head over straight from there. So I give him my address and instructions on how to get in the apartment building. I'm freaking out now, because he's going to be here any minute. I had actually spent 2 or 3 hours beforehand cleaning up the entire apartment. I did all my dishes, wiped down the tables, cleaned the bathroom, dusted, took out the trash, made the bed, etc. And up until the the moment he came in the door, I was still trying to tidy things up. I even made popcorn to get ready for the movie. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the knock on the door and I freak out, naturally. But I walk up to the door and open it. He's still in his work clothes: a blue buttoned up shirt, a blue pattern, and black slacks. He walks in and he comes in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. And thank goodness he did it because that was something else I was nervous about.. I didn't know if I should move in for a hand shake, a hug, a kiss.... so whew! He took care of that for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After he walked in the door, I feel like my butterflies went away. I just began to talk to him. And he was quite easy to talk to. I asked about work and his day. He did the same. As we talked, he got out the "Bedtime Stories" DVD, which I popped into the DVD. He got comfortable on my 3-seater couch, sitting on one side. I sat down in the middle seat, not too close to him, but close enough where we could be touching if we wanted to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let the movie start, but we were still talking about our day and other conversation starters. We just got to know each other better.. the basics I guess. If there were points in the movie that were worth discussing, we would talk about it. Our conversations were just very natural and I didn't need to try too hard to find things to talk about. THANK GOODNESS! Because, again, that was another thing that I was nervous about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And YES, we did finish watching the movie all the way through. LOL. However, 3/4 of the way in, he said he wanted to put his feet up after a long day of work, so he laid himself across the couch, grabbed me and put his arms around me, and had me lie on top of him (not in a dirty way, guys!). I felt comfortable in his arms. And it was just cute how he made the excuse that his feet were tired. He could've just put his feet up on the table in front of him, so it was obviously an excuse to get closer to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we decided to just watch some TV... still in the laying down position. but my neck was starting to bother me so I kinda stretched it a bit and it cracked a little. So Jason says, "Ouch, that sounds like you need a massage!" So he had me lie down face down as he got on top me (still not dirty yet, guys!). Then he says, "Well, you can't expect me to massage you with your shirt on though." So he had me take off my shirt as he proceeded to give me a really relaxing 10 minute massage. Then out of nowhere he started kissing up and down my back. Of course it felt nice. And the stubble on his face gave it a bit of new sensation as he kissed my body... I sort of liked it! Pretty soon, he was kissing up to my neck very sensually. I loved every minute of it. Finally, his kisses made it to my mouth and we made out for a while. Again the stubble felt funny, but kinda cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he got me off the couch, stood me up, then picked me up, carried me over to my bed, and then threw me down on it. He climbed on top me (ok, this is where it gets dirty) and then took my clothes off. I was totally hard already, of course. He also took off his clothes to reveal his thick dick... completely hard as well. YUM. He started giving me head and it felt oh so good! Then he grabbed my feet, threw them up by my head, and then ate my ass and it felt oh so good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want that to end, but then he got up and had me follow him into the shower. And another point for him because I LOVE shower sex! I think it's so freakin' hot! I know he wanted to get in the shower because he didn't go home to wash up after work. So he was being really considerate and wanted to be clean. ANOTHER point. ;) After he soaped and rinsed, I couldn't go down on him fast enough. So I don't have too much blowjob experience, but I'm hoping I did a good job. I couldn't take all of him (I started to gag a bit) but I tried to use my tongue as much as possible, moved my head, used my hand... And there was a lot of moaning, so it had to feel sort of good right? Then I ate my very first ass. ;) That was fun because he REALLY liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the shower, we went back to the bed and continued with the sex. ;) We 69'ed, face fucked, ate ass... all very good! Then he started fingering my ass. And I was so tight... it was almost uncomfortable. It's been WAY too long... I knew he wanted to stick his dick in my butt... but I really didn't want that to happen for the first night. He was doing everything right... everything felt good... and I'm pretty sure he expected me to say, "Fuck me!" ... but I never did it. And after a while, he got the hint. So he just continued to give me great head. He then sat on my face, which took him over the edge. He blew his load all over my chest. Then he helped me along until I blew my load as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a towel and cleaned up a bit but just laid on the bed with each other for a bit. Just holding each other. So nice. I started running my hands/fingers up and down his body and he seemed to really like it. He said his skin gets really sensitive after he cums. So that just makes me want to do it more. He flips over and I run my hands up and down his back.. and down to his butt. THAT made him go crazy. And pretty soon he was all horny and hard again. I started to hump him, pretending to fuck him. He really responded to that. I pulled his hair, pulled his head back, and kissed him. I flipped him over again, grabbed his feet, put them over my shoulder and just "fucked" him like crazy. I was all sweaty again. Like dripping. The bed was squeaking, his head was hitting the wall behind him... I felt bad for my neighbors who were probably trying to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that made me hard again too, so he had me sit on his face. I couldn't believe it, but I blew another load, a huge one, all over his face. I then sucked him off until he blew his load too. God, writing about this just makes me hard right now. It was so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laid on the bed for a while after... but then he started getting up. He said he just couldn't stay over and sleep in a bed that wasn't his own. But he kept telling me how sexy I am and that he didn't want to leave me. I think that was the first time in a long time that someone called me sexy straight to my face. And it was just so nice to hear. He started getting dressed, but stopped after putting on each article of clothing to give me a kiss. God, he's so damn cute. I opened the door, he gave me a big kiss goodbye, and then he walked out. I closed the door just thinking how fun the whole night was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I really intended to just have a nice night of movie watching.. but I guess I also half expected things to go further. And I was ready and willing for that. About 15-20 minutes, I get a text from him. ANOTHER point for him! I didn't have to go crazy thinking about whether or not to text him and when I should do it! His text said, "Thanks again for tonight. And did you realize we had sex for 3 hours?!" HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm going to Florida for a week, but we agreed to get in contact after I get back. And also, the next morning, he IMed me just to say HI before he had to go to work. I loved that he was making an effort to just stay in contact with me. Which, I'm assuming, means that he likes me? The only thing I'm still not too sure about is whether he wants to see me again because he wants to develop more with me... or he just wants to see me again so that he can stick it in my butt... I guess we will find out later. But I really do think that I like this guy. He's easy/fun to talk to, we have things in common, and he's great in bed. Hope things work out with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, right now, I'm finishing up the packing for my trip to Florida. I've confirmed my plans to meet Bryan the first night I'm there. I have to give Jamie a text when I arrive to confirm my plans with him also. SOO looking forward to this trip! Will blog about it whenever I get a chance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-1510694300071757743?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1510694300071757743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=1510694300071757743&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1510694300071757743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/1510694300071757743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-night.html' title='My Night'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5832949216165038074.post-3440512072655830425</id><published>2009-06-10T13:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T13:35:45.690-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jason'/><title type='text'>Quick Update</title><content type='html'>I didn't die. Jason wasn't a serial killer. And yes, I had a great time. :)&lt;br /&gt;More details after I come home from work!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5832949216165038074-3440512072655830425?l=righttimeandplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3440512072655830425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5832949216165038074&amp;postID=3440512072655830425&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3440512072655830425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5832949216165038074/posts/default/3440512072655830425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://righttimeandplace.blogspot.com/2009/06/quick-update.html' title='Quick Update'/><author><name>Doug</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05229225894822152950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AVRsFAU3wDU/S1LaovtZhzI/AAAAAAAAAcw/MW07UpnmTJg/S220/avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
