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--TLH

Hater No More....

This will be the last post for TheLoveHater.blogspot.com.

No more funny anecdotes

No more top ten lists

No more love hatin'...

...over here!

THAT'S RIGHT! MY CUSTOM DOMAIN IS DONE!

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--The LoveHater

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Broken Links or URL No More

Despite unanimous advice, I went ahead and called my UnRequited Lover. I was a bit vague in my former post about him but here's the skinny:

I was getting UnRequited Lover's assistance on a screenplay. We disagreed on some things but it was playful, so I thought. He acts, but I expressed desire to cast another actor who he knows I am enamored with and actually met once. URL bashed my casting choice and implied my actor was not an bonafide thesbian. I sent him an email with the actor's CV and said "Bonafide This!" Now, mind you, this "film" has not been optioned. It was just for me.

Although URL claimed to be looking forward to reading the final draft before the exchange above, I heard nothing from him after sending it. The only mention was in some bullshit e-card two weeks later saying "Happy Birthday and good luck with the project" read: get the fuck out my face with this $#!+, I'm done with you! And that he was.

Being an adult, I inquired if we were okay, to which he claimed that we were just having a "regular lapse in communication." [If you ever hear these words and are in immediate proximity, I suggest you kindly slap the speaker in the mug...for me!] Days later I found out through ClayStarr that an indie film was being premiered in DC. You guessed it, starring my UnRequited Lover!

Seems that "lapse" was only applied to me since I saw his other friends at the premier [you damn right, I went!]. He called me the next day but left no message. That could have very well been him taking me off of speed dial and not an actual call so, I didn't call back. The "lapse" grew to five months, and mind you, I sent him a postcard from the Caribbean, and a heartfelt birthday card, crying out for our friendship to continue [I didn't write it, Hallmark did] and still, nada!

So I call the fool cus I'm not trying to go into a new year thinking we're still good friends. He calls back and my URL acts like there was nothing wrong. I throw out scenarios [all except him being jealous of the actor] and he denies them. So now he wants to go to dinner before the holidays. We'll see about that.

After all we've been through as friends, confidants, and pseudo lovers, this punk had the nerve to tell me he thought to call me but just didn't, and that he didn't email because he's done with that form of communication since it's too impersonal and many times things in it are taken the wrong way. I told him "I can attest to that."

Guess Who Didn't Come After Dinner?

Me, that's who.
But you know it's quite all right.

YungStuff and I finally had that dinner, albeit 6 months later. It was okay but I was a bit annoyed. First he was late and I had to wait for him. Not cute. I'm punctual a Cancer. Oh, wait, so is he...but he was born in June [sorry Prime!]. He picked a swank Georgetown restaurant--no, it picked him. He won an $100 free dinner at his old job waiting tables last summer. Still, we were aware of the suggested dress. Why'd this fool wear a short sleeve tight pullover read: T-shirt? And let's not forget, IT'S WINTER. He wanted to save his good shirt for the club.

Word to the Wise: NEVER GO OUT TO A RESTAURANT WITH SOMEONE WHO USED TO WORK IN A RESTAURANT.
I could have sworn we were there to write a review rather than to enjoy each others company. I found myself purposely leading the conversation by asking him about other things.

Another thing was YungStuff's habit of saying whatever comes to mind no matter who is around. He will talk about white people around white people. He's got that militant grad school student I don't care thing going on. Mind you, when we were dating I had to stop him from using Miss Clairol products in his afro.

The night before was much better. I met YungStuff & the PussyKatz, his fabulously faggy friends, over at the Fireplace. I was a little tipsy as well but I know when to stop. The PussyKatz, on the other hand were wilding out, taking off their clothes, and no, Virginia, it was not shirtless free drink night. YungStuff loves them because he thinks that's "fun."

Oh yeah, I did say this night was "better" didn't I? Well it was because YungStuff and I talked about old times, playfully bickered about who dumped whom [he, me], we hugged a lot and I got a few kisses in there. It felt so good to be close to a human again, but after all of those reminders of how much more maturing he has to do, I was turned off.

So, no hit. The drought continues.

Attractions In Disguise

DC is a funny place.

The BLACK GAYS are a funny breed.

There's this brother here, Golddigger. He is the prototype, however, The LoveHater pockets may be too shallow, or he too shallow for The LoveHater. One of'm.

For a moment last summer Golddigger and I seemed to be on the same schedule. We'd both hit Gallery Place/Chinatown on the Red Line at same time on several occassions, and each time he would avoid my eyes, sit far away, you know the drill, pay me nooch.

Now, there is a reason for this. Golddigger and I met briefly during DC Black Pride last May, and every BLACK GAY knows that you don't acknowledge other BLACK GAYS you don't know very well in the general public. That would be too much like community! I suppose the fear is they might have a bitch fit and spill your tea. Who knows...

Anyway, the other day I was at the same station and saw a guy in a security uniform and cap. We locked eyes, and there was this longing in our look that said "I've had a hard day and just wanted to lay in your arms." We tried to disengage our stare to avoid potential beatdown but when that 2 second grace period had expired, we knew we were fair game family.

I was looking rather unlike myself [thuggish] with low stubble and the hood of my sweatshirt over my head, allowing my eyes to peek out mysteriously. Perhaps it was the obstruction of my vision, or the uniform, that threw me off, but my potential bodyguard was none other than Golddigger. Funny, before I was uncruiseable, but that day I was all the rage.

How ya like me now, son!?

YungStuff Stuff

I'm know you all have been counting down the days until the proposed dinner date between YungStuff and I. Well he has confirmed that we are still on but get this; he and that new boy are on the outs! He said this friend turned lover has been an A$$hole since they professed their love for one another over the Thanksgiving Holiday and he is completely miserable.

Seems as if this "great guy" wanted to do the do, but when YungStuff refused GreatGuy went AWOL.

Why did YungStuff ask me today, "So are you seeing anybody?" waaaay into the conversation.

Why did YungStuff say, "I hate it here, I want to come back to DC." when he was hating DC when he was here, and couldn't wait to leave.

He also went on to say several times "I just want to be married!"

I just wanna hit it.

Well Run Dry

Since before my last post, last Sunday to be exact. I have been thinking of no other than my long lost EbonyLocks, so without a doubt I would be back at the scene of the crime. I returned to the Fireplace last night and early this time. I was on the 8 o'clock shift. I saw some buddies and hung with them for a minute, but after two hours, E-Locks did not show. Since there were no other hollerable guys there I left.

I spent an hour at the local "mixed" club, Lizzard Lounge but neither the BLACKS or the WHITES were using it last night so back to the Fireplace to catch the 11pm shift.

Much to my surprise I see two familiar faces there. You may have seen them too, but only from the waist up and neck down. Yes, these were two of my first Adam4Adam dates. The first was ThugMBA,

PROFILE: THUGMBA
BACKGROUND: A Kentucky native who somehow sounds like he's straight outta Brooklyn. Finishing up his MBA at Howard.
CLAIM TO FAME: Called daily but could not get it together to go out in person. Repeatedly falls asleep come time to meet then would suggest I come over to his place instead. [I'm not falling for that one, buster!]
LAST KNOWN WHEREABOUTS: While in the city I called him to meet. He said he would call me when he left the barbeque he was attending. He didn't call until two weeks later.
CURRENT STATUS: I did not call him back.

Needless to say, there was no head nod exchange between us. I also saw MonkeyMan. The name says it all, but you know, he was like a human Curious George! A real happy go lucky guy, great body [all that tree climbing no doubt] and I thought he was cute! I would have to get to the bottom of a few things, tho...

PROFILE: MONKEYMAN
BACKGROUND: Jamaican born ex-military Maryland resident
CLAIM TO FAME: Frequent chats, occassionaly phone call, one meeting. Was discharged from the military for undisclosed medical situation.
LAST KNOWN WHEREABOUTS: Pinned him down online about whether we were actually talking or not. He finally told me after a month he'd been trying to wear down some kid who was not versatile, as he would prefer, and wanted to see where that was going. [nowhere fast, dude]
CURRENT STATUS: I did not call him back.

I was going to say hello to MM but as I passed by him and thought about all the bullshit, it suddenly occured to me, "Man, he looks like a damn monkey!"

E-Locks, where are you!?

You Never Miss Your Water

I was out at the Fireplace last Sunday, my "favorite" DC bar and saw a brother I've seen there on several occassions. He's about 6", medium dark, locks to his shoulders, about 220lbs, nice build. I've been meaning to holla but something always gets in the way. Once it was because I was out with my boy from out of town. I work better alone. Another time it was because there was another dude there I decided to holla at. He ended up being from out of town and it's not cute to go around the room from one holla to the next. I think he was there when Pretentious Grad School Student and I dipped in there for a second, but again, another caught my eye. It's always something.

Well this time EbonyLocks was the belle of the ball. It was all about him. I was on the opposite end of the room sipping Carona with the Fellas performing my usual PSO [Preliminary Scope Out] You can't just speak to anyone without proper observation. You need to see who he knows, that way you may get an introduction instead of going in cold.

What I noticed for the first time was that I've never seen E-Locks talking to anyone. This could mean one of two things; A) He's new in town and untouched by the DC Slags or B) Everyone in town but me already knows he's a maniac and should be avoided.

As soon as I started thinking about getting position, E-Locks threw his jacket on and jetted! The telepath in me could have sworn I heard him say, I'm so over these punks! I'm never coming back here! I would have taken pursuit but getting from one side of the Fireplace to the other is like trying to get from Alexandria to Capitol Hill at 8:30 in the morning. Next time...I'll be ready! There better BE a next time!

Moral of the story: HOLLAAAAAAAA!!!