Of course, there’s much<\/i> more to say about Bob in the private<\/i> journal.<\/p>\n
I was sitting by myself at the corner of the upstairs bar in the Eagle, when this cute mid-30s guy in a leather bomber jacket (endearingly not-quite-appropriate). He ordered a beer, but apparently the bartender thought he was ordering two, ’cause he served two and charged for two. The cute guy looked at his change like, “That was expensive!” and then walked off with just one of the beers.<\/p>\n
I realized what had happened, so when the guy rounded the bar a few minutes later, I told him he’d paid for two beers. After clearing up the confusion with the bartender, the cute guy thanked me, said, “Nice to meet you,” and went on his way.<\/p>\n
I immediately realized that I’d missed an opportunity, so a few moments later, I tracked him down and said, “We didn’t actually<\/i> get a chance to meet. I’m Tim Curran.” He introduced himself as Bob Sierralta.<\/p>\n
We started chatting and didn’t quit for hours. We talked about everything: movies, the relative merits of the places we’ve lived, our lives now. It was just a great conversation. He’s 36, first generation US-born of Chilean parents, formerly a journalist (of some kind \u2014 I didn’t really get this story) now working in catering sales.<\/p>\n
We have a lot in common, including many tastes and interests. The thing that really got to me, though, was that he’s HIV positive. We share the same doctor \u2014 Rashbaum. And there’s more, too. He recently overcame testicular cancer. His hair is just coming back.<\/p>\n
As the evening wound down, I suggested we go see a movie sometime soon, and we swapped numbers. But then, to my surprise (it didn’t seem like he was giving off an especially sexual vibe), he said, “Do you want to go hang out back at your place for a while?” Of course, I said sure.<\/p>\n
When we got back to my apartment, he wanted to get right to business, so to speak, because he had two catering gigs to manage the next day. So, with little ado, we jumped into bed. And that’s when it kind of fell apart. For reasons still unclear, I couldn’t get it up. Nothing. He (and his one ball) were doing fine, though, and he got off. He didn’t seem too put off by my little problem, though. He said his first boyfriend almost never got hard, not to worry about it, he’d been through it, too, etc. And actually, I’m not<\/i> too worried about it. I was super-dehydrated from my meds, and I’m wondering if I wasn’t back to having sexual side-effects from the medications as I have in the past. Anyway, I have my little blue pills for next time.<\/p>\n
So after that, I drove him back to his car at the Eagle and he went home. Yesterday we had long and very enjoyable phone call. Bob and I talk and relate so easily, I kinda feel like this could really go somewhere. But he just broke it off two months ago with a lover of two years and is “enjoying being single,” he says. So I’m just going to try to take it as easy as I can. We’re gonna have a date this week, see a Reel Affirmations flick. And I’m going to try like hell not to get ahead of myself.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Of course, there’s much more to say about Bob in the private journal. I was sitting by myself at the corner of the upstairs bar in the Eagle, when this cute mid-30s guy in a leather bomber jacket (endearingly not-quite-appropriate). He ordered a beer, but apparently the bartender thought he was ordering two, ’cause he served two and charged for two. The cute guy looked at his change like, “That was expensive!” and then walked off with just one of the beers. I realized what had happened, so when the guy rounded the bar a few minutes later, I told him he’d paid for two beers. After clearing up the confusion with the bartender, the cute guy thanked me, said, “Nice to meet you,” and went on his way. I immediately realized that I’d missed an opportunity, so a few moments later, I tracked him down and said, “We didn’t actually get a chance to meet. I’m Tim Curran.” He introduced himself as Bob Sierralta. We started chatting and didn’t quit for hours. We talked about everything: movies, the relative merits of the places we’ve lived, our lives now. It was just a great conversation. He’s 36, first generation US-born of Chilean parents, formerly a journalist (of some kind \u2014 I didn’t really get this story) now working in catering sales. We have a lot in common, including many tastes and interests. The thing that really got to me, though, was that he’s HIV positive. We share the same doctor \u2014 Rashbaum. And there’s more, too. He recently overcame testicular cancer. His hair is just coming back. As the evening wound down, I suggested we go see a movie sometime soon, and we swapped numbers. But then, to my surprise (it didn’t seem like he was giving off an especially… <\/p>\n