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Originally Posted by infopop
The thing about striking out or wasting your time was frustrating. That was why I'd prefer to go to the park or the beach instead of to an ABS or whatever. I'd have a good time anyhow, I'd get fresh air and exercise and so on.
When I lived near a beach I'd take a walk down the coast road to it on the weekend or in the evening after work, or sometimes I'd drive to Black's Beach. From work, it was a short drive for a lunch break at the San Clemente Canyon nature trails. There was quite a bit of "wildlife" in the canyon some days. Some of the same guys also appeared in Balboa Park in the evenings. The usual faces, the usual places...
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I felt the same way, too. Sure, sex always sounded like a very good idea. And, it happened pretty frequently, too. But I did not know that for sure, and occasionally, I did not hook up. I was rarely desperate, and have always had a buddy or two to call at if I felt like I was getting a bad case of blue balls.
I was out there, walking, meeting and talking to some guys I knew if the cruising area had little to offer at that time.
Another cool thing was that even the guys who would hardly stand any chance at the more popular gay bars, spas, etc., managed to hook up for sex.
I also noticed that some of the guys who otherwise sported the 'I am too sexy for anybody alive' attitude, dropped to their knees and sucked a few pretty average looking guys, once no one lived up to their expectations at the more popular venues, where cliques policed its members for their hookup choices.
At times, I would head back home without having scored. I never took this in any negative way. I gave it a try. It did not work on that day. Fine, there is the next day, too.
A few of my friends would get upset and unhappy each time they failed to score. I kept on telling them, 'Guys, if you want to go for sure, hire an escort.' Unpaid dudes have every right to like you for sex or not like you.
KD