The World, As You Know It, Is Coming To An End

I want my own fairy tale. That one good story I could tell our adopted blue-eyed kids in the future on how their dad and I met one nice autumn day in DC - and both of us knew, at that moment, that somehow we'd end up being in each others lives for a very long time. There'd be endless "oohs" and "ahhs" at the stories that we'd share over tea in our very own cabin by the beach.

I want a good love story. Something that I could call my own; memories of endless days and nights together; winter mornings spent cuddling in bed; and warm summers by the beach. Where after several attempts at love, two people find themselves strangely into each other all along - both of them saying "I finally found you..."

And I am working on it. Somehow, I know that this year might be the year I'd finally fall in love. It has been brewing for years but I never really acknowledged it - until a few months ago when I started dating to find someone. I am ready - more ready than I've ever been. And that should tell you something. I have changed. For the better. For real.

I wish I could just wish love - and by tomorrow when I wake up, it's there. If only life and love were that easy... But, the truth is, it never is. Not for me, at least. I am hopeful though. I know he's out there - waiting, hoping, wishing that I am out there too.

Maybe I've already met him. Maybe I haven't. If only he reads my blog...

Oh, but on second thought, I wish he doesn't.

Oh f*ck, what the hell is happening to me?

How Much Sex Does Tristan Get?

Hello, fans! *waves* Happy New Year!

I figure that I'd start this year on a positive note and post something that got all the early readers of this blog hooked on: sex. I know there are a lot of local sex blog sites now but please, indulge me. I am international anyway.

This post starts a series of mini sex blogs with the aim of counting down how many times I get laid in a year. Honestly,  I have lost count a long time ago. As of June 16, 2010 and based on my conservative estimates, I've hit  close to 1500. Read the post here. But, since then, I have lost count again (though I do have a vague idea of which nationalities I have slept with) I am starting again from zero in 2012.

Because I don't intend to make any of my readers fall in love with me anyway (at least not anymore or anytime soon), I could not care less about posting this on Tristan Tales. Blogger's Note: I used to care about what my boys would think (especially the ones I have been trying to woo) so the number (and stories) you've been reading on this site is a lot less than what it actually is (and the stories, edited).

So here goes:

January 1 AM. Nothing like a Filipino to start the year. He's from Singapore visiting NYC and was leaving in the afternoon. He invited me over to his hotel a couple of blocks away from where I was staying. Told him I needed to get off and he was happy to help me out. He had just jerked off a few minutes earlier so he said. I walked over. Took the lift. Dropped my pants, took off my shirt. He was not really good at blowjobs but he kissed fine. Would have fucked him but I was in a hurry. It was after all 7:30 AM and I needed to be back at the apartment before everybody woke up. I came back and they were all up, suspicious grins on their faces. I told them I had to get coffee.

Now, that's one.

January 1 PM. A New Yorker I met in a club. It was already late. I was there no more than 10 minutes when he approached me and started chatting me up. Turned out he lived a few blocks away and had been trying to run away from another guy (Hispanic) who has been trying to get it on with him. Since I was there to get laid anyway, I decided to leave the club with him and welcome the new year at his place. It was fun.

And two.

January 2. A New Yorker I met on Grindr a day earlier. He has been trying to get me to his apartment a few blocks away from where I was staying on the morning of the 1st. But, I was hanging out with my friends the whole day so it was impossible. I woke up at 10 AM. He sent me another message at 11AM while we were having breakfast. All of us were taking the 1PM bus back to DC. I had exactly 2 hours to spare before we left - and I still had to pack. I was in his apartment at 11:45AM. He took off his clothes. I took off mine. He knew what he was doing. I was back in the apartment at 12:30ish.

Three.

January 3. Some guy from Manhunt sent me an email. He's from the Midwest and visiting DC for a week. Nerdy American guy who's cute but doesn't know it. Typical of a small town boy, I guess. I met him up for drinks at a local bar. After a couple of drinks, I asked him if he wanted to come back to my apartment. He kissed well and I enjoyed him. Too bad he's not from DC else I'd probably date him. He went home with a smile on his face and a promise to see me again before he leaves.

Four.

January 4. A couple of hours ago, after the midwestern guy left, my Grindr went off. A couple who lived a couple of blocks away. Wanted to PNP (party and play = ecstasy) which I was not totally into. Blogger's Note: I don't do drugs BTW. Never have, probably never will.  I told them I don't mind playing without partying. Was fine with them. A smaller framed Latino (probably Mexican) and a white guy. They said they were friends, I think they were a couple. The white guy was a top. The hispanic guy, versatile. Go figure. But, it was quick. I had a few things in my head that was bothering me.

Five and Six.

I am scheduled to meet up a couple more guys from Manhunt, one from Grindr, one from Adam. I am pretty sure, there are more to come. So stay tuned.


to be continued...