Is It Cheating?

Last week I asked for no comments and I ended up with 5 comments, 6 emails, 2 phone calls and a visit in person. Just like gay.com the best hook up line is "not looking for a hook up". It's as if it's a challenge. You are guaranteed a hook up every time. I save this line for when I'm really desperate.

Speaking of desperate, I just recently returned from a trip to Puerto Vallarta. This is the annual Boyz Fest. Last year it was held in Palm Springs. I know there's prostitutes everywhere but it's so obvious in Mexico.

It's amazing how many old, fat, ugly guys go down there alone and within hours have a cute Mexican guy escorting them around the city, sometimes for weeks at a time. Not sure how much it costs but I'm not that desperate yet. Now maybe when I go down next year I will be that desperate. Then I'll really have interesting stories to blog about.

I wish I could write that I found the "love of my life" down there, but I can't. I did meet Oswaldo at Frida's (an old gay cantina bar) the first night. I was sitting at one end of the bar and he was at the other. We did the international gay eye contact thing (I wonder if Senator Craig knows this secret too?). He came over and started talking to me. He was originally from Guadalajara, but had moved to Puerto Vallarta about 5 years before. He was 35 and spoke good English, which is good since my 3 years of high school and 4 years of college Spanish suck. I can say una mas cerveza por favor y donde esta el banos?

We stayed at the bar talking until 2:30am and then he walked me back to the hotel. What a gentleman! He kissed me goodnight, then left. I thought that would be the last I would see him, but he showed up at the Blue Chairs on the beach the next afternoon. We spent a few hours on the beach, in the ocean and drinking mas cervezas. He then asked if I wanted to go back to his house, (casa).

His place was amazing, very beautiful, he had a swimming pool in his living room! We didn't talk about what he did for a living but he was out the night before and at the beach during the day. He actually bought the drinks at the bar and all the food and drinks on the beach too.
Anyway we got in his pool and started making out. One thing led to another and he pulled me out and took me to his bedroom. But then I stopped it. For some reason I had a feeling that I was cheating, which is totally bizarre. I'm single, and not even a hope of a date let alone a boy friend.

I apologized to him and got dressed. He was such a gentleman, he again escorted me back to the hotel. I saw him again a few times at the bar and the beach. He would buy me a beer but didn't try anything or ask me out again.

I've done things in my life that I'm ashamed of, and I've done things that I should be ashamed of but with Oswaldo no matter what would have happened it would not have been a shameful thing.

It's been a couple weeks since I've been back and I'm still confused about the cheating feeling. Wish there was a witty ending to this story, but there's not, just confusion.

Next time I blog about poverty or sex for food.

Until Next Time - Wise OUT.