Colorado tripping.

Crested Butte Colorado is a unique experience. During the off session, that’s anytime without snow on the ground, it’s the mountain bike capital of the U.S. Well that’s what I was told by someone. It’s small but beautiful town.
   We arrived to our hotel after 6 pm. We briefly check in and then change for dinner. We were in Buena Vista the night before and the only thing open after 9 was a bland Mexican food place. How can Mexican food be bland? Seriously??? Add some oregano or something!
   So we head to downtown and it was busy.  First what you notice is bikes. Bikes EVERYWHERE. Not locked down, not chained up. Just leaning against other bikes or standing on their own. In the open, vulnerable and alone. I grew up in L.A. and the only thing you left unattended was what ever you wanted to be taken. I was in awe.
   The night life was amazingly busy and bustling. Several eateries, bars, shops open after 7. After walking up and down the strip for about 30 minutes we decided on a tequila/taco place. Such potential but sadly not good. Bones in Crested Butte apparently has a real sad idea of what taco’s should taste like. The local Tommy Knocker beer was good though. Thanks to the pretty waitress.
    Afterwards we head to Edo’s, towards the source of where “Jam On It” was blasting from  the loud speaker. Up a short flight of stairs and you enter what a standard bar looks like. Only difference for was the lack of color. I was the only person of color in a place filled with maybe 50 people. Normally, I would of felt a lil awkward but that’s the beauty of this place. No one cares what you look like. The most friendliest group of people I’ve ever met, only second to the peeps in the South valley (Albuquerque N.M.).
   The music was a little odd. Nothing but old school hip hop and gangster rap being blasted over the speakers that bled into the (now after 9 pm) almost empty street. We sat out on the balcony and just watched with wonder about what it must be like during a real busy night.
    Over two hours we heard NWA, Warren G, RUN DMC, Biz Markie and other classics. And the majority of the crowd were rapping along. It was an experience.
   The next morning I take off on an early morning hike. Just walking around a few blocks, taking in the immense beauty of the surroundings. Seriously breath taking. Growing up in the flat lands of Los Angeles it’s hard to grasp what people mean when they say Colorado has mountains. It needs to be experienced first hand.
   I turn into a Shell gasstation, looking for some gum for the rest of trip. As I walk in, again I take a step back as I hear Cypress Hill being played over the loud speaker.
“Put a cap in yo ass”, yells the  guy from behind the register.
And what was even odder was that the three elder women that were shopping didn’t even flinch. It was as if this was the norm. Crested Butte, you kick ass.


Unexplained Mysteries of My Universe (Part 4)

Read this and become smarter than the people that run for no reason other than to run…they freak me out..


I come from a long line of lazy people. So I’m not big on doing things. And people look down on me for that. Mainly because they’re standing and I’m sitting. Why do people feel the need to run around all the time? They’re too active. It’s all “We gotta do this now!” or  “We gotta go see that!”

Hey, here’s an idea — how about you let me sit here in peace? That’s all I want out of life:  To sit.

Hmmmm……yes…. methinks sitting’s good.

But people don’t like sitters. We’re useless. We do nothing. But I am doing something, I’m thinking.  While you’re all running around like mad, I chill inside my head. I love it in there, all cozy and comfy, everything set up just the way I like it.

Plus thinking is hard. Thinking is exhausting.  And I can’t be expected to think and be active at the same time, it’s…

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Sex and Dinner.

A few years ago I was entangled with a young lady. We both worked at the same place and after a week of flirting, she was at my house for dinner. We didn’t even wait till after dinner. The sex was wonderful. For the 5 hours afterwards we kissed, had sex, cuddles, ate and had sex again. The good bye took an hour of kissing in the front of my house. It was a good first date.
A few days passed and she called me while I was home. I have a daughter but she was with her mom at the time.
“Can I come over?”
“Of course”, I answered happily.
Afternoon sex is wonderful. Hurriedly I went through the living room, hallway and bedroom, cleaning, clearing and sorting anything that would kill the mood.
When she pulled up I was surprised to see that it was her and her 5 year old daughter.
I wasn’t ready to meet her kid yet.

When your a single parent, dating can be dangerous. For the first year that I was a new single dad, I didn’t even date, have sex or even talk to women. I was so afraid to emotionally scar my kid with different people and faces. I mean, when you break up with someone and there’s kids involved, you break up with the kids too. So dating had become something I threaded on softly.

Rule 1. Never meet my kid within the first 10 dates. And that depends on allot of factors.
Rule 2. I don’t want to meet your kid any time before you meet mine.

I know for some people it does work and they feel differently about this and that’s great for them. For me, sorry, tooo soon.
I need to feel comfortable with you before I even imagine you meeting my daughter. And I don’t mean physically. Desire, lust, whatever you want to call it, it’s a feeling that’s different than being emotionally comfortable with someone. Feeling an attraction is enough for me to allow myself to get close with someone, to feel intimacy. But the other? Hell, I have friends that have never met my daughter all because I’m not ready for them to become that close.

So back to the scene;
She walked up my driveway with this little girl clinging on to her thigh.
Suddenly I felt all that last minute cleaning was a huge waste of time.
She was a good kid. But I however felt a little freaked out.
The following night she invited me over to her house. I had opened up to her about feeling a little nervous about meeting her daughter so soon. She said she could tell I wasn’t too comfortable. She said she was sorry for that and that and promised the next time it would be just us
I was excited again.
As I walked up towards her door I heard her daughter laughing out loud.
Fuck me, not again.
Her daughter’s dad flaked out on her so she had to stay home with mom for the weekend.
Well played sir. Cock blocking at its finest.
The night was odd and even more uncomfortable.
Here’s the next scene;
I was asked by the little girl if I could read her a story.
A stuttering, “sure” was my response.
So I sat on the bed next to her (her mom and her shared the bedroom).
Now, you may ask yourself,”why did you stay man?!”
Well simply because mom had given me hints through out the evening that I would still be rewarded for my patience and understanding.
“I can still do things to you on the couch. I’m very talented with my mouth.”
Need I say more?
“Ok”, I replied as I laid down next to her, getting ready to read A Cat in the Hat.
Half way through the first page mom decided to lay on top of me as I’m reading the book…. Yeah.
I was laying next to a little girl in a Disney nightgown, trying to read a children’s book, while starting to have an erection due to her mom laying on top of me, knowing damn well that mom could feel me throbbing. Do you see how this was all confusing?
I couldn’t take it. I mean, I’m a dog, as much as the next guy. But all that was too much for me. I left minutes later and that was that.
So as I skim past my Facebook Friends Suggestions, I see her name (we share mutual friends from our previous employer). Her profile pic shows her standing in front of the mirror with a big belly. About 8 months pregnant of a belly. I’m happy for her. I really, really am. But at the same time, as I make dinner for myself and daughter, unattached and single, I wonder what could of been?

I freaking dodged the bullet on that one.