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He he.. thanks.

Thanks a lot Joann, I made the correction.

I tried to recall why I had made such a fuss when Kent had asked for the date. In my attempt to predict how things might go I had tortured myself into such an agonizing state. Even after saying Yes I had worried. All for nothing, since on Saturday morning I was in bed with Mr. Hot Shot. He was not spooning me or anything but the warmth from his body was palpable under the covers. All my expectations had been shot into oblivion and I found myself uncertain as to what was going to happen. How was

Underwears was more spoken slang hence the intentional slip. Would love to hv you as my editor though.

Underwears was more spoken slang hence the intentional slip. Would love to hv you as my editor though.

Thanks for pointing out the spelling mistake the main character's name doesn't come up in this chapter since most of it is described by him. Hope you enjoy the story

hope it retains your interest, thanks for the comment

thanks joann. he may yet surprise you though.

thanks a lot Daithi, your comments have really been encouraging

Thursday went like Wednesday, except for the fact that we stopped texting so much and resorted to calling, albeit less frequently. Once in the morning, once pre-lunch, once post lunch and then again in the night. By mutual agreement we kept the night conversation short, but it did get lovey-dovey. Friday morning brought with it a surprise. Text from Hot Shot - ‘Can’t wait till tomorrow. Driving down tonight straight from work. Meet you at nine?’ He should have known that this would cause me t

Thanks again. Glad you found it funny, humor is something one can't be sure of doing right. New chapters coming up soon.

I know. What's more. Friends like Jenny generally come through on more serious occasions as well. Thanks for reading. More coming up soon.

thanks

The city was enjoying sunny days and my disposition matched it. As temperature raised so did my anticipation of the upcoming date. Tuesday I think both Kent and I were trying to play it cool. We did not contact each other at all. I was too busy catching up with work to worry about it. One thing to note was that I had once again forgotten to look for ‘the’ guy in the morning. Trevor had also stopped walking on eggshells around me and was back to his usual self. He said that Cara was happy that K

Jenny offered to come up but I let her leave as she had to go to work early in the morning. Despite her warnings against over-analyzing I could not help taxing my brains about what she had told me. For the life of me I could not fathom why Cara would set me up with her brother. Hot shot indeed! He could have anybody he wants. Why would he need to come all the way here to find someone? And whoever would think he could like me? I tried to calm myself with single malt without luck. After channel s

thanks LJH. hope you like how the story unfolds.

As it turned out, Cara had also made plans for her, Trevor and a few of their friends to go for Sunday’s game. I roped in my fag hag so as to not feel completely out of place. With Jenny for company I was looking forward to a great evening of rating hot guys. When I first moved to Portland, the charm of brown eyed boy next door types that populate this city had blown me away. Everyone was cool and dressed to impress. However, it was not always easy to tell the straight ones apart, especially du

Thanks a lot for reading. You're my first reviewer ever! Your observations about the lead are right. Hope to keep you entertained.

I am an average looking guy. Quite decidedly so. On a good day with very well chosen clothes I may turn a head or two, but after a once over, audience generally loses interest. Not that I haven’t elicited enough keenness from guys to accumulate experience in the sack. With a lot of calculation and striking precision of a sniper I manage to get some without sabotaging the ego entirely. Not that I am unpleasant looking or grossly out of shape. Some people even find the pattern of hair on my chest

I am an average looking guy. What are my chances of finding true love?

Feels a bit abrupt, Michael's capitulation to his true feelings. Also, I expected Asher to be a little more in control of how he goes about things and not act out of anger. He hasn't behaved as less than an adult yet. Story's still interesting though, waiting to see where it goes.

It has been a fascinating French Open so far as the competition enters second week. Nadal is struggling without practice while Federer is hopping in a draw full of chokers (Simon just choked). Djokovic is also cruising. But revelation of the tournament has been the comeback stories. Monfils, Robredo, Haas have all lit the tournament up with amazing 5 setter wins. And while Janowicz, Kilzan and Paire (all 23) seem to be on the verge of breakthroughs, it is becoming frustrating to watch Raoinic and Dimitrov not fulfilling the potential. It's perhaps the first time in the history of Men's tennis that no teenager or fresh adult (20 yrs old :-) ) has made a deep run at a Grand Slam in half a decade (Tsonga was last I think). So if these guys are the future of Tennis post the big four, I am pessimistic about finding any true great champion who's not a head case.