04/05/05

Ok, it's the fifth day in April and I'm just writing in my journal. Have had guest, guest and more guest and a big dose of laziness. That's the way it goes. Guest are all gone. Dieter when to the cancer doctor today and everything is going well. He goes back in three months. We always keep your fingers crossed on these doctor visits. And afterward we feel good that doing good and don't have to worry for another three months.

Now, I'm always taking about tennis. Well, I finally took the camera down to the tennis courts and took some pictures. So that now you can related to some of the people I am always talking about.

Above is Senior B. in the clubhouse area waiting for the rest of the gang to arrive. There are always some spectators watching games in court 2 and 3. Above is Howie and Mona playing as a team. I've played with both. Howie is very good. Mona is also. Both can beat the socks off of me.

Above is me. What you see is what you get!

Here the gang (except for Irvin who is 90yo) From left to right. Senior M., Senior B., Senior G. and Willy. Senior G. is good looking to me and the nicest guy you'll ever meet. Senior M. would be the best player at Our Condo if it wasn't for his legs. He isn't very mobile and can hardly stand up for an entire game. His serve is awesome. When his kick serve on working, it's almost impossible to get your racquet on the balls much less return it. I like Senior M. too but as a friend. Although....if the opportunity....it'll never happen with him or Senior G..

More pictures of the gang.

What does Dieter do while I'm playing tennis....he either reading the New York Times or napping in his favorite chair. The coffee cup visible is one that a subscriber of the website send Dieter. He uses it all the time.

Ok that it for today.

04/12/05

Not much has happened in the past 6 days. Hurt my left foot....deep bruise....running after Irvin's drop shots. Was where I could hardly walk when I first got up in the mornings. Still I went to the tennis courts. When I was hitting with the guys I forgot the pain. But it finally got so bad that I didn't play last Friday and Saturday. Tried Monday again and my foot ached like crazy afterward. Didn't play today or will not play tomorrow. Now I know how the old guys feel that can't run after the balls. Depressing to watch a ball land and not be able to reach it when only days ago I would be all over it. Gust the injury is just a prelude to what will happen when I get older. Yes, I know how Senior G., Senior M., Willy, Irwin and Senior B. feel. And it's not a pleasant feeling. But with me it only temporary. Stop running for a few days and the bruise will heal.

Tomorrow Dieter and I are going out to lunch with Sal and Irwin. I always enjoy their company, especially Irwin's. Would love to see him naked again. He's 80yo and his thick cut dick gets rock hard in a second. And he's got a big set of balls! Man are they beautiful.

Don't know where we will go for lunch. Doesn't really matter.

I've got to clean the apartment tomorrow morning just encase they come in to visit before we go for lunch or after we come home. I think I'll drive. God, is Sal a bad driver! I almost wet in my pants the way he drives it scares me so. Yes, I do think I'll drive.

I've been depressed lately. Guess it because of my foot injury. Maybe from watching too many movies. I wait about four or five months then go to the video story and rent about 10 new moves and watch them one after the other one. Takes two or three days to see all of them. After I'm finished watching all the new releases, my mind feel like mush. Maybe it was because most of the movies I saw were pure shit. I think of all the ones I saw I liked "Troy"  and "Collateral" the best. "Spiderman 2" stunk! Dido for "Alien vs Predator". "Catwoman" was ok. "Saw" was disturbing. Should have watched it. And hell can't even remember the names of other movies.

Dieter and I will be going to Alabama the end of May. I'm looking forward to the trip. Need to get a way for a few days. Seems the when I leave and come back I enjoy Our Condo more. And am thankful that we live in such a nice community. But must add to that from time to time I harbor thoughts about moving back to Alabama. The prices of two bedroom condos in Our Condo are going up steadily. I think that maybe by next year I'll be tempted to sell and take the money and buy or build me a home in Alabama. We'll see. I sure would miss the nice weather down here in the winter and of course our twelve beautiful tennis courts. Oh, time will tell what I'll do. You know how these thoughts of moving come into one's mind when one gets depressed.

Dieter and I might go to Tropics tomorrow night. We were planning to go but now that Sal and Irwin want us to go out for lunch tomorrow we might postpone it until Thursday. Just depends on how long we are out with Sal and Irwin tomorrow.

Ok, that it for now.

04/16/05

Dieter and I went to lunch with Sal and Irwin on Wednesday. We went to a Jewish Deli called Too Jays on University Drive in Coral Springs just north of Royal Palm. It's a great Jewish Deli. When we were leaving after lunch, Irwin and I walked back to the SUV a head of Dieter and Sal. So I got a chance to grabbed hold of Irwin's huge balls. He got the most beautiful balls I've seen. I wanted to unzip his jeans and pull his 80yo dick out and suck on it, but didn't have time. He's got a nice thick cut cock. One of these days I'm going to get my lips around it again and drain the old man's load. Guess I'll have to be patience. The time will come again.

My damn foot is still hurting. After playing tennis I can hardly walk home today. Maybe I should get a different pair of tennis shoes. I switch from Reebok to Swiss K. Swiss K has a much higher arch. Don't know if that is causing more weight to transfer to my heel and causing the damage. Guess I buy another pair of Reeboks and start wearing them again and see of it relives the pain.

Friday Senior M., Senior B. and Senior G. and I played two sets of tennis. First set I paired up with Senior G. against Senior M. and Senior B.. We lost 6 to 1. The next set me and Senior M. played Senior B. and Senior G. and beat them 6 to 0. And I played very well. Senior M. had a problem with Senior B.'s serve but I kept us in that game, winning every point we made in one of the games.. That made me feel good. Hopefully it will give me some much needed confidence.

My back hand it finally beginning to develop into a weapon. It's not there yet but getting close. It'll take me another couple of months to groove it.

Still working on my serve. It's better but not there yet. Going to take all Spring and Summer to get it into shape.

Dieter seems to enjoy going to Tropics again. I don't care about going out to bars anymore, but if he wants too, I'll agree. We'll probably go Sunday afternoon.

Will be shooting another video next Thursday. I think I'll call it Pete's Dirty Old Men. Will be lots of rimming, sucking, fucking, and fist fucking with some dildo play and piss play. Yea, Pete's Dirty Old Men sounds like a good title. I'll take some still shots and post them in my journal.

04/18/05

What difference a little confidence makes. Today there were only three of our group on the court. Me, Senior M. and Senior G.. So after hitting a little Senior M.ed wanted him and Senior G. to play against me. Before you could say REPEAT I was down 2 games. Then the group of four playing doubles in the court next to us finished their game and Senior M.ed called out to one of the, Bill (a nice skinny old man with ace bandages on both knees but can still play good tennis) if he wanted to join us. He did. So Senior M. and I played Senior G. and Bill. I played great, ok not brilliant like Senior M., who didn't make an unforced error, but still I played some of my best tennis. Needless to say we beat Senior G. and Bill 6 to 0. I patted Bill on the arm and said. "Thanks, I needed that to build my confidence." He looked at me and said. "Well, I didn't need it!"

Of course after that Senior M. wanted to finish out the set we were playing before Bill joined. And I finally lost to them 6 to 1, but they were hard fought games with lots of duces. Senior M. said. "Amazing the difference in you play before we played double and after. You've stepped up a notch. Of course that made my day.

I road home with Senior G., but couldn't bring myself to play with my dick or do anything provocative. I did think about it, but just couldn't bring myself to touch my crotch. Now I might have not have heard Senior G. correctly but when he stopped in front of my condo, I reached over and patted him on the shoulder and said bye. And I'd swear that he answered "See you later, Honey." But even as my mind grasped his words I doubted that I had heard him correctly. Could it be that he did in fact call me "Honey"? Well, I going to presume that I misunderstood him. But maybe in fact he did say it.

Dieter's suddenly wants to go to Tropics all of a sudden. Don't know why. Guess he's getting restless. And probably enjoys looking at younger guys. But me, I hate going to the bars. I feel like I don't belong. Hell, I would say the 70% of the people in the bar know me, but hardly anyone says hello. I did get to see a nice old French Canadian's big dick when I went to the bathroom. He was nice with white hair and a hawkish nose and a big thick dick. Ok, that was worth the trip. But I don't want to get into the bar scene. I don't want to see guys that I think are handsome. I don't want to be tempted to make contact with any of them. I don't want and am not going to start trying to whore around with bar flies from Tropics.

04/19/05

Damn what a couple of days. Password problems. Screw up my password program...tried to tinker with it and lost some usernames and passwords, but everyone's been very nice about it. Hey, shit happens and the past two day lots of shit has happened. I'm sure there are about 20 or 30 members out their without working passwords, but as soon as they e-mail me with their passwords I up load them and hopefully the problem will be solved. One of my flaws is acting rashly ... instead of stopping and thinking of the consequences as the results of my actions. Well the password problem was a case in point.

Sal called today. Wanted to know if Dieter and I wanted to go out for lunch with him and Irwin on Thursday. I told him I couldn't because I have a shoot on Thursday. Anyway, after I hung up and was in the kitchen cooking dinner, Sal called back. Dieter answered the phone and said Sal wanted to talk to me again. Well, he said that Irwin wanted to come over and watch me make the video on Thursday and then handed the phone to Irwin. I couldn't talk about the shoot with Dieter in the same room. Irwin asked me if they could come and I said no. Then diverted the conversation to us maybe having coffee on Thursday night. Irwin called out to Sal. "He can't talk". So that ended the phone call.

Now, I would love for Irwin to watch me do a video. And I would sneak around and call him back, but I know that guy that's coming doesn't want any else here. But man would I love to see Irwin stripped naked and watching me suck, fuck and rim the guy coming on Thursday. Seeing Irwin's short thick cut dick and huge set of balls would really turn me on. But it's not to be.

Since I bought a new pair of Reebok's and stopped wearing the K-Swiss tennis shoes, my heal seems a little better. I think it might be slowly healing. Damn, I hope so.

Guess I'll hit with the group tomorrow. I look forward to hitting with the group. We talk and laugh and kid each other. Senior M. is always making little reSenior M.s about me being gay. Not coming out and saying it, but making reSenior M.s that hint at me being gay. But he does it in a humor manner. I like it and don't dispute him. I just nod my head and agree.

Would be great if I were one of the best tennis player at Our Condo. I would love to show these old men that you can be a queer and still bet their asses on the tennis court. Hey, maybe on day I will be one of the best tennis players here. That's my goal! To be the best at anything I do!

04/21/05

Well got through the shoot today. Just another day at the office. Missed my Thursday tennis practice day actually. The shoot wasn't long enough for a video, but I've got another shoot next Thursday so I'll put them together for a video. The guy next Thursday is 74.

Of course I had to send Dieter out for the morning. He was grumpy but went along with me. That's the worst part of  doing a video. Oh, well just another day at the office.

I have two tennis racquets ordered through eBay. One is a used Prince Spectrum Comp. 110. The other is a new Wilson 6.3 Sledge Hammer. The Wilson racquet was discontinued a couple years ago. You can pick up things like that on eBay. Racquets that are discontinued and no longer available in tennis shops. It's great. And also older racquets like the Prince. That the racquet that Senior M. uses. His is so damaged that the tennis shop will not string it anymore. I might give him the Prince racquet. Just depends on how I hit with it. If I like it too much, I'll keep it for myself. But it will have to be a great racquet to beat my Wilson Pro Staff Rok. They racquets should have arrived already! Hope they come tomorrow.

Senior B. didn't show up on Wednesday. On Monday he went for a check up for colon cancer. Hope he's ok. But when you live in a retirement community you see how quickly people decline. Take Irvin. This was probably his last winter coming down. He 90yo and, well just can't do it any more. And take Marty. He used to play tennis every day, run four miles, and workout it the gym. Now he getting over a heart bypass and has a problem with his hip. Will he ever be able to play tennis again? Yes, living in a senior community, you see the end come to people every day. Shows you just how fast things can change. Well, I don't want things to change. I am enjoying life and hope to do so for a long time to com.

04/22/05 7:59AM

God, what am I doing writing something so early. Ok, so I went through all the personal e-mail and took care of the password problems (hopefully have it about straightened out), went to yahoo and scanned through 600 e-mails for pictures. Yes, I got up early this morning. So, had nothing left to do before going out to hit with the "Over The Hill" gang, so said why not tackle the journal. But I guess you could call it a Blog. Man, I'm Blogging! Sounds kinky. Blog ger Pete. Ok so I don't know how to spell it, Hell, neither does the computer.

My heel is much better today. Hope it stays that way as I like to move around on the court. I wonder if Senior B. will be back today. If he isn't then something serious is wrong with him. I call him the Tin Man because he moves like the Tin Man on Oz. He's had an operation on his neck and can't turn his head much. It also affected his movements. But he's got arms like a gorilla. He can cover his half of the court in two steps, almost. So, hope he's back. Now, he's not someone that appeals to me sexually. Far from it. I could NEVER go to bed with him. But he's a cool guy that I love to hit against. And he a damn nice guy to boot. So would hate to loose him from the group.

This morning was a cool 63 F. when I got up. Going to be 80 today. Guess it's warming up in most of the US. I'm glad to see Spring come as all the Snow Birds are leaving. Now there's no problem getting a court in the mornings. Soon I hope guys will need a third for their doubles games and ask me to play. Would love to play more. Which reminds me. WERE ARE MY NEW TENNIS RACQUETS??? Ok, only one of them is new. And lets face it. I probably will not like the way either of them hit and will go back to my Wilson Rok, but I do like the excitement of trying out a new racquet. Doesn't take much to make me happy.

I think Dieter will want to go to Tropics tonight. I'll try to talk him out of it. I just can't stand the noise and all those people circling each other like a school of picky sharks. No that one's too tall, too short, has a beard, doesn't have a beard, bet he's got a small dick, too fem, too butch, his hair is too long, too short, too gray, not gray enough, oh he sleeps with everyone, he doesn't sleep with anyone ... and so on. Hell, you know what I mean. Put a couple of hundred in Tropics and throw in a hand full of hustlers and you have Tropics on a early Friday night. Fun for some, boring for me. Well, ok, so I like following a nice old man to the toilet and sneaking a look at his dick, but actually its not worth the noise. So, I'll try to talk Dieter out of going. Damn, how I have changed. I used to be a regular bar fly.

Hey that's life.

04/23/05 10:12 AM

My Wilson Sledge Hammer 6.3 racquet arrived yesterday. Came in after I returned from hitting. Senior G. was the only one to show up at the courts. So I just hit a with him a short while and then went on my own to practice. The new racquet come in a few minutes after I got back home. It's brand new but about five years old. The handle was still wrapped in plastic but the wrap underneath  had dry rot. It came strung but with cheap ass strings that I wouldn't even practice with. So off to the tennis shop. Told the guy I wanted one ounce of lead  added to the handler, a new leather wrap, strung with TNX tour strings (yea, I know you'll aren't interested but I'm going to tell you anyway) at 62 lbs. I added the weight because the racquet is only 9.9 ounces. So now it will weigh about 11.2 ounces. Ok, it sounds like I know what I'm doing, but the fact is I'm probably fucking up the racquet. Turning a bad (for the way I hit) racquet into a worse on. And it will cost me about $60 plus the $90 I paid for it. Why am I doing it. I guess I would have to say for the excitement. Trying out a new racquet to me is like taking a new car for a spin. So I supped up the racquet before taking it to the court. Hey, I was awake most of the night thinking about trying out the new racquet. And let me tell you even if it hits like shit, I've got my money's worth. I had hours of pleasure anticipating the moment I try the racquet out.

Now I find that the same thing is true in sex. I see a picture of someone on the internet. They are gorgeous with a beautiful dick and nice balls. Well I jack off a thousand time looking at their picture and enjoy every moment as I fantasize about actually having sex with them. But on the rare occasions when I have had real time contact with those that I admired so much from their pictures, I have been very disappointed. So, take it from me, anticipation and fantasizing is more full filling often than the actual event! Like I can fantasize about doing real kinky things, but when it really comes down to actually sex, I'm very conservative.

Dieter wants to go to Tropics tonight. Will try to avoid going but if he really wants too. The strange thing is that I don't know why he wants to go. Just to get out of the apartment? I don't think so. Oh, well, I'll go along with him.

Ok, it's almost time to go and pick up my new racquet. Just a little more time to enjoy the anticipation. And then the hard reality that I wasted $150 when I get to the court and find out the racquet doesn't fit my swing or style of play. Damn, will I ever grow up! I'm such a kid at heart. No, I guess I never will grow up. And I don't really want to.

04/24/05 Sunday 5:23 PM

Picked up my "Sledge Hammer 6.3 Wilson tennis racquet yesterday. It's beautiful! Has a fan shape. I put a leather handle on it. Well hell, take a look for yourself. Ok, so beauty is in the eyes of the beholder. I think it's beautiful. I guess that's what really counts.

Funny thing about this racquet. When I first started playing tennis at Our Condo, Marty (the 74yo of hairy guy that I used to play some games with and tried to coach me and recently had a heart bypass) had one. Right away I was attracted to its weird shape. Marty told me that it was a Wilson Sledge Hammer but wasn't made any longer. He said he liked it so much that he had bought two. I though to myself. Gee, wish I had one. And really wanted one after he continually to beat me in games. Well seems that things have a way of happening for me. Here I was able to buy a brand new one on Ebay. Ok, so the rubber wrap handle had dry rotted under the plastic cover. But it was still new and no one else had used it. And so what if it cost me $70 more to add the weight, leather handle, and new strings. Now I have a one of a kind!

How did it hit? Different that my small racquets! That's for sure. The thing has gobs of power. And my serve ROCKS! Ah....that is when I get it into the service box. And it has more control than I thought it would. So I'm happy. Sure it going to take me a week or so to get used to the Sledge Hammer but when I do....look out old farts...I'm going to blow you socks off. Well, would like to blow other things on some of them.

A lady from our building is inviting us to dinner tomorrow night. I'm not so crazy about going, but it will give me a chance to invite Senior G. for dinner when I return the favor to the lady by inviting her to dinner. I can invite Senior G. to join us. Now, I'm not sure he will accept. Actually, I think he might refuse. But, we'll see. I sure would like to become good friends with him off the court as well as on. I do have to watch that Dieter doesn't get jealous and start thinking that Senior G. and I are having sex. Which we're not....Ok, but only in my fantasies...not real time. Any way, from looking at his crotch I wonder if he has a dick or balls at all. I swear I don't see a trace...not a trace and he wears tight tennis shorts all the time. But, I love tiny dicks too!

So, we'll see what happens.

Monday 04/25/05 8:35 PM

Today was my day! I must admit that I thought about hitting with the guys off and on all night. Wondering how I would handle the power of my new racquet. Then when I arrived at the court only Senior M. was there from our group. I gave him the used Prince racquet that I bought for him on Ebay. I not sure he appreciated the gift that much. Oh, well. Anyway he and I went to the court and I served some balls to him, practicing my serve. I was pleased at how much pace I was putting on the ball. But disappointed that once he return the serve I couldn't do anything with the ball. . . most of the time I just hit the ball in the net.

Well from serving ball he and I started rallying the ball back and forth. He was surprised at the pace I was putting on the ball. When we took a break he told me that I had risen to a higher level. That made me feel good. Then Senior G. showed up and I hit against the two of them. I was hitting so hard that Senior G. had to move back a couple of feet behind the baseline. And when we took a break Senior M. said. "You're scaring Senior G. your hitting the ball so hard." I saw surprised at his statement but had noticed that Senior G. hadn't returned many of my balls.

So then the three of us decided to play a set. The two of them against me. Them playing double and me singles. The singles lines for them and the doubles lines for me. I served the first two game (it's a Our Condo tradition to always serve with the sun to your back.) I won both service games! I couldn't believe it! Senior M. could hit my serves but was only able to get the ball back over the net with no pace. And Senior G. hit most his returns into the net. It was unbelievable. I told Senior M. and Senior G. that even if I went on and lost the set that winning my first two services games had made my week.

When we started play again. Senior M. served. I got my racket on all his serves and even made one point on his serve. I actually felt good about it. Just getting your racquet on one of Senior M.'s serves is a triumph in itself. Well I handled Senior G.'s weak serve with ease and won his service game. So it was 3 game to 1. Then after a short break I served two more games and lost miserably. Default...default and more default. So after my two services games the set was tied 3 games to 3 with Senior M. serving.

I destroyed him. I hit two winner off his first two serves. Hit what I thought was a good return off his third serve but Senior G. scrambled and hit a winner off my return. Then I returned his forth deep to Senior G. who hit the ball into the net. Then on Senior M.'s fifth serve I hit a perfect angled return for a winner. I BROKE THE BIG GUYS SERVE!!   

Senior M. couldn't believe that I had broken his serve. He was shaken up. Here he considers himself the 2nd or 3rd best player in Our Condo and I, an upstart, had broken his famous serve! He was moaning and bitching and shaking his head we took to the court again, with me serving.

I served to Senior M. beautifully keeping him off ballance. But had problems serving to Senior G.. I was up 30 to 15. Then Senior G. hit on of his lefty shots cross court winning the point. 30 to 30. I served wide to Senior M., catching him by surprised. He got his racquet on the ball but the return was weak. I hit a deep shot to Senior G.. He return it and I blasted the ball up the center for the winner. 40 to 30 now. Then I doubled faulted. 40 to 40. I felt the game slipping away from me. I paused and told me self that I had played well and even if I lost the next two games, I would still be pleased with my effort.

Then having taken the pressure off myself. I serve. I hit an ace up the middle against Senior M.. My advantage. I served to Senior G.. He hit to the center line. I sliced the ball to the sideline at an angle. He returned the ball cross court. I got to the ball and ripped an even more angled shot cross court. Senior G., bless his heart, made a gallant effort to reach the ball but couldn't. I WON THE SET!!!!! I couldn't believe it.

So yes, as boring as it is to all of you to read, it was exciting for me. I was like walking on clouds.

Then I asked Senior G. if he would like to come to dinner one night as I had to invite a neighbor of mine for dinner and need a forth. He said no. Ok, he didn't come right out and say no. But he might as well have said it. Instead he said. "Well it depends on when it is" I told him that I would make it at a date that was convenient to him. "Well I on a diet. My sugar is too his. I'm going to the Dr. this afternoon. I'll have to see what the Dr. says."

It doesn't  take a rocket scientist to figure out that he just doesn't want to come to dinner. I thought that might be his reaction. Ok, Senior G., stay in your clo---. I will not ask you again. So that put a damper on my day. But it's probably for the better not to get socially involved with Senior G.. As it would only have lead to trouble. Still I'm disappointed.

I think I've almost out grown my little group. Maybe it time to move on and find some other guys to play real games with. I feel sad but hey that's life. The only problem is that no one has asked me to play with them. We'll see what happens.

04/26/05 Tuesday 8:07

Dieter and I went to dinner at a crazy lady's apartment that lives on the fourth floor. Well she, Judy, had said she was a good cook. I guess I was expecting something special. That's all I'm going to say on that subject, except to add that most people who think they are good cooks should hear it from someone else to verify that it is in fact true. The other two guest wasn't interesting either. An older couple from Brooklyn, NY. They were leaving for Brooklyn, at 7:00 this morning as they are snowbird returning north. I might have them over for dinner next Fall as the old man like German cooking.

Of course I practiced tennis today. I stopped by the clubhouse and watched a double match for a few minutes, guess I was hoping that some of the old guys that were also watching would ask me to join them for a game. No one did. Which is probably good as my heel hasn't healed. I can hardly walk back from the tennis courts after practice. And yesterday I ached all day from the game I played with Senior M. and Senior G..

I'm still upset that Senior G. didn't want to come for dinner.

 I'm seriously thinking about not hitting with the gang much longer. Will see how it goes the rest of the week. If Senior G. can't handle the pace I put on my shots then I might as well move on. I don't want to play patty cake with him or Willy. That will hurt my development. Maybe Senior B. will be back tomorrow. Hitting against him, I can put as much pace on the ball as possible. He can handle it, generally. Of course pace doesn't affect Senior M.. He like a tank setting on the court. Anything that come near him is deflected accurately back at you. So as long as I'm hitting against them it's fun. Used to be fun against Senior G. too, but since I changed racquet and added more pace to my shots he's not the same.

Damn, I guess tennis is like a religion to me at the moment. It's something I can believe in. Something that I can give myself to and get lost in it. Blocks out memories of those that I have lost. Makes me forget Dieter's health problems while I pounding the ball. It keeps me from getting depressed. If I wasn't directing my energy toward tennis, I might be directing it toward something more self-destructive.

Dieter want us to go out and meet some nice people. But I really don't want to at the moment. I like my privacy. I don't want to have swap dinner dates with people or meet them for lunch or dinner at some pricy restaurant or for that matter some dive either. I like my isolation. I don't want to go to gay bars. I guess that I enjoy being around straight men more than gays. Never thought I would think that way. Most of the fifteen years I spent in New Hampshire I dreamed of living where there were lots of older gay men. Now I hardly ever go to Tropics or Chardee's. Go figure!

Ambulances visit Our Condo daily with their flashing lights. Guess that's only natural when you have a community of 8,000 seniors (winter) 5,000 (summer). I call it "Our Condo take out"! You know like pizza delivery. Hey, you got to be able to joke about such things. Maybe Dieter will be next? Seeing the ambulances, through our window, racing past bothers Dieter as it does other seniors living in Our Condo with health issues. They all know the flashing light could be coming for them next. That part of living in a senior community.

Friday 05/29/05 8:35

Dieter and I went to Tropics last night (Thursday). There was a good crowd. The skinny old man that used to work as a check out clerk at the Coral Ridge Publix as there. I would love to have sex with him. He looks so...well like an old skinny farmer that worked hard all his life outdoors and the labors are etched in his face. This guy as a huge nose and big hands. I would say he's got a horse's dick. Sure would like to at least see it. I kept my eye on the toilet but didn't catch sight of him heading in that direction. Actually I think he met someone. I saw him approach another old man after he bought his drink and they went of in the other room together. Maybe one of these day's I'll at least get a glimpse of his cock.

There was another couple of old men that I would have gone after if I were a single man. But that's about all there were to interest me. Well if other old men there were sticking their dicks through a glory hole, I probably would have given them a blow jobs, but wouldn't want to wake up in the morning with many of them in the bed beside me.

And damn I had one beer and this morning I had a slight head ach. Just not a drinker any more.

Across the street from Tropics is an new high energy dance bar called Circuits. No didn't go in and probably will not. Don't like the loud music or the younger guys. But I think it's going to be a mix of older man younger. Like the I Beam used to be for those that remember it. I really used to enjoy going to the I Beam. Was a great bar until new owners took over. Older guys stopped going after that then a few months later it closed. But that goes back to 1996.

Lost to Senior M. and Senior G that the courts today. My serve let me down! Oh well, I beat them last Monday. Can still hold on to that memory. Tomorrow, I'll probably play them again unless we can find a forth and play real doubles.

Oh yea, yesterday before we went to Tropics Dieter and I stopped at Target to pick up some storage containers for our closet. Well, while Dieter was getting the containers, I went to the jewelry counter and picked out some silver round earrings. You know, like a pirate wears. I went to the car and put the earring on. I was waiting outside of Target with Dieter came out. Well, he went ballistic! He got so made. Said the earring (I only have my right ear pierced) made me look like a queer. I had to take it off and put back in my silver post to calm him down. So much for wearing real earrings. Ok, so they did make look like a real fag. But I still wanted to wear it. I was especially looking forward to wearing the earring to play tennis with the straight old men I play with. I want to shake them up a bit. But, hey, they already know I queer so I guess there isn't any reason to wear a real earring.

Damn, I made curry shrimp for supper and now the whole apartment smells like curry. Got to get out the spray and get rid of the curry smell as it driving me crazy.

I wish I could sneak away to the bathhouse on Oakland Park. Damn would love to spend a couple hours roaming the place looking for horny old men who needed to be serviced. Well, that's not in the cards. My days of being able to get away to do something like that are over. And let's face it, I know too many people. As sure as I set foot inside a bathhouse, Dieter would know the next day. No, I don't need that. Will just have to look at all the sexy old men and bears on the net and jack off as always.