More train tales

Short and not-so-sweet

Serious frottage alert. I was on one of the most crowded 6 trains ever Thursday night. It was so bad that this shorter guy was right in front of me and I was right behind him. Now, the train motion always gets me horny but every time we shifted this guy bumped his ass against my cock and soon enough I had a big hard-on. I kinda freaked out like a straight guy because I couldn't really tell if he was doing it on purpose or not and I liked it but didn't want to like it too much in case it was not deliberate. But how could he be leaning back and not feel my hard stuff on his ass? Whatever. I did not feel like dealing so, again, like a straight man, once it emptied a bit I moved away. Whatever. It was a doomed scenario, regardless. When all you could hope for is possibly coming in your pants, move on.

Train Girl

Tonight I was riding the train home when I picked up on some guy and girl having some conversation behind me. When she sat down I saw half her face and recognized her. It was this girl who was a trainer at my gym 2 gyms ago. I probably last saw her 2 1/2 years ago. It was so weird because I am good at names but not good at faces and she was so peripheral in my life as to almost not even exist. I remember being introduced to her in a polite way by another trainer I knew well. She was kind of dismissive which so many people in sales, are which is so pathetic. But I do remember observing her because she had that way of being loud that the insecure/those craving attention have and she still had it on the train. I remember watching her a few years ago start a convo with a black male trainer about how mad she was she lost her 50 Cent CD and a light bulb going off in my head: she doesn't give a shit about fitty, she just wants to let this guy know she wants him to fuck her, it's code, that's what she's about. Then I remember thinking she was getting fat but it turned out she was pregnant and I heard one of the trainers knocked her up but she was all happy about it.

So here she was on the train still loud, carrying bags of toys home "for her son," and talking about training and splits and commission and cuts and someone 37 being really old and I'm surprised she didn't use the term "baby daddy" but maybe she knew better. She had no idea who I was which was fine but it was weird being inches away from someone whom I knew so much about and she had no idea.

Dry Clean

So, I wore this shirt on Thanksgiving. Then I took it to my shirt-place. I went ot pick up my shirts a week later and the Thanksgiving shirt was MIA. Over the last 3 weeks I have been repeatedly told that the shirt is at another store, that it will be delivered, etc. Never happens. Today I spoke to some owner manager who told me to come by at 6. No shirt. I lost it, but in my deliberate way because I cannot get a straight answer from anyone. If it's lost, let's move on, if it's not, what's the problem. Anyway, this woman works there was giving me this whole run-around and I finally just ended up screaming at her in a realy controlled manner, if that makes any sense. I told her: YOU NEEDTO FIND OUT NOW WHERE THE SHIRT IS OTHERWISE GIVE ME $85. This is the same woman that told me she was "really busy" when she first lost it. I never see anybody in that place. It's like a ghost town. She has Chinese radio on all the time which is amusing because you hear commercials all in Mandarin until you here "Fed Ex" or "Pepsi." But I was not amused. Supposedly the shirt will appear tomorrow eve...

Xmas Party

So I've been totally consumed by work since Thanksgiving. It's as if every client all of a sudden has money to burn, everyone wants a proposal, it's very annoying. Most annoying is this huge government bid which I do not want to do which somehow my boss has decided he wants to do/does not want to do/wants to do/does not want to do, now wants to do again. Officially. This sucks because it is going to eat me alive. I asked my in-name only boss for the week between Xmas and New Yrs off and he said let me get back to you, which means no.

But all this bitching aside, now that I have been here for about 9 months I am happy to say it sia great fit. I love the CEO of my company, I really do. We had an Xmas party Friday and I ended sitting up next to him and when we did the whole lame secret santa thing it turned out he got me and I got him which was so weird in itself but also weird because we more or less got each other the same gift. He also wrote on my card "To Bart, of wit and wisdom." So, I like that he cared enough to write something like that (and he clearly knows me fairly well--my ego speaks with and wisdom) and I feel like getting some insight into what goes on in his mind is good. I've said it before I'll say it again---I will have the opportunity to run this company some day which is so fucked up.

Other news? The future CEO here scared one of the admin people (I think I scared her) because she was talking about how she had 37 (of 40) Vicodin languishing in her med cabinet because she did not need it (?????) or like it (??????) from when she ahd he hand surgery so I casually offered to buy it. She seemed a little freaked. Kids today. I really hope she comes ot her senses.

My friend Xtina wrote me a text message of typical nature: "I brought home an Egyptian last night! Did you ever (sleep with an Egyptian)?"

I realized today that I have a whole basement that can be redone and the possibilities left me dizzy. Of course the Colombian woman who cuts my hair and is also a Queens slum lord shamed me into renting my basement (lie) so she thinks or else she would ask me every time I had my hair cut and cluck when I said no.

Anyway, I am tired. I have been working out like crazy. Not cardio. I'm going through this strength he-man barrel chest lift a car phase these days. It's fun. I am now up to about 183 which is wild. But it makes me exhausted and hungry.