03/10/05

Ok, so the month is almost half over and this is my first entry. But then not much has happened. Dieter went to the dermatologist. He checked him over. Said the two new spots were likely cancer. Dieter asked him if they could be removed. The dermatologist said yes, he would do it but that it wouldn't matter one way or the other. That the cancers cells were in Dieter's bloodstream and that chasing after every spot and removing them would not do Dieter any good in the long run. He seemed to indicate that sooner or later the cancer would spread to other areas. But he also held out a ray of hope, telling Dieter that sometimes melanoma will just disappear on it own. He did say the melanoma progresses different with each person. That it all depends on Dieter's body defenses just where and how fast his cancer spread.

So much for the cancer drama.

Dieter poisoned me. I swear that why I've been sick with my stomach a couple of days this week. He has the beautiful old Paul Revere copper water kettle that he took off the top of the bookshelf. I polished it. It turned out beautiful. But it didn't look right inside and I told him not to make hot water for our tea in it. Well he did and without telling me. I drank several cups and the next day I had terrible pain in my lower abdomen and felt sick as a dog. Of course I blamed it on the water from the copper kettle! Was so sick I couldn't even read about tennis much less practice. Ok, so it rained like hell the pass two days anyway and I couldn't have played if I had wanted to.

Sal (of Sal and Erwin) had a heart by pass operation a couple of weeks ago. Then he got a urinary infection. Then he fall and cracked his pelvis. Stills, he sexually active. I called him yesterday and he was busy blowing one of his regular tricks that has a huge dick. So, I guess you can't keep a good queer down.

Today was the first time I played tennis sence Monday (thanks to Dieter's tea). Didn't feel 100% but once I got on the court and started hitting balls with the old farts my stomach problems were completely forgotten. Still getting sick just reminded me how fragile good health and enjoyment of live is. I really want to go out on my feet, swing at a tennis balls or balling some old man and not laid up in bed. If getting old mean giving up all the things I love then I'm afraid I don't want to get too old. I would much rather have a heart attack running after tennis balls while not too distance from my prime. Please let it be so.

Sorry, don't believe in heaven or hell. Don't believe in a God. When your dead...your history, ancient history. If belief in a God helps people through their lives then more power to them. But I don't buy into the theory of life after death. Hell, it just doesn't make common sense.

I got an e-mail offer to buy my website. I said no, not enough money. How much would it take for me to sell the website. $50,000 and I would say yes. $100,000 and I would throw in my ten movies. But not for a penny less.

Oh, yea, my sister send me an e-mail. Her husband can't get any time off from his new job so they and my two nephews can not come down the last of this month for a visit. I was looking forward to taking them to the spring training baseball games and to the beach and some nice restaurant. Made me depress. But, I guess Dieter and I will be going up to Alabama too see them when the boys get out of school in June. We had a wonderful time with them last year. Hopefully we will again this time.

Hey Chardee's is for sale. They want $600,000+ for just the business. Well good luck to the owner. They might sell but never at that price, especially the way their business has dropped off the past couple of years.

Tropics has hurt them a lot. I really like Tropics. The have great bartenders, give good drinks and to food is good. But I was damn disappointed when Dieter and I went there for lunch. They have an outside seating area and an inside seating area in the newly renovated space they incorporated from the dike bar. But the fabric of the benches were dirty and worn, the service was as bad as it gets and the food sucked! And most of the clients looked like they had all just stepped from Center One (an aids help clinic) with the exception of one guy in a suit and the two old men at the table next to us (they were hot). The rest I would have touched with a ten foot dick. If the environment looks dirty then you can expect to attract trash. Tropics could has to do better if they want to succeed serving lunch. There are much better places to go where the food is better, the dinning area is clean, the service excellent. Which places. Dorthy's Deli is a wonderful place to eat! Great food. The best service. Great mix of up scale people and beautifully decorated. Next is Hamburger Mary's. Same can be said about it as I said about Dorthy's Deli only just a little less so. Next is the Alibi. I rate it ok in food, passable in service, clean, but the very best place to view old men!!! Tropics just completely missed the boat for lunch but is still tops for nighttime dinning or old man cruising.

Well, I guess I've about written myself out.

03/14/05

The weather is beautiful this week in South Florida. I bet where you all  are it's as cold as a witch's tit! This week the high's  here are going to be in 80's. Eat your heart out as I play tennis in shorts while you shovel snow or bundle up for the nippy March wind.

Hit with the group today. Nothing special. I'm trying to hit a new style of forehand so my shots weren't as good as usual. But, Hell, I got to practice the new forehand on someone and it might as well be the old guys I hit with.

Ted, the guy that lives above me (the one I used to play tennis with) has a boyfriend. I think he said he was from Alabama. I don't care much for Ted so don't really want to get friendly with his new boyfriend either. The boyfriend has a dog, so Ted has been living over at his boyfriend's rental apartment in Wilton Manors.

Jerry came by while I was playing a games with some of the guys from my group on Saturday. He wanted to hit with me. When I told him I was playing he turned around and went home. Gee, I like him. Would love to see him naked. For some reason I picture him with a big dick. He's 74 but moves like he 60. He can hit the ball well and gets almost every thing back. We do have fun when we hit against each other. Would love to show him my dick if I ever got the opportunity. But I don't think that will happen. But I've learned a long time ago never to say NEVER!

I swear that I bet I enjoy looking at the pictures I post on the website as much as anyone. Some of the pictures really get me hard. And I finding that some of these bears between 40 and 55 also appeal to me. Not that I would ever take one for a lover (never say NEVER), but I think I would enjoy a ramp in the hay with some of them, especially the big hairy ones.

The older I get the kinkier I get. Like hairy bears turn me on now. I especially love hairy butts. But then I also like smooth butts. Guess I just like butts period. But it wasn't always that way. This is a new manifestation. And I like to fantasize rimming some of the bubble butts on some of these bears. Or for that matter rimming an old man saggy butt too.

Yes, I definitely am getting kinkier the older I get. Hans called and left me a message on my cell phone (I never answer it) this weekend. I think he wants to be in another video. He's in "Older Men Take 2" and "Pete's Old Men" I guess I have to do another video scene with him. Maybe next month.

Dieter's got some friend coming from New York this week. They aren't staying with us but we will have dinner with them a couple of times. And Dieter will hang out with them some. One is Polish and 62yo and the other one is American and 80yo. They are very nice people. Dieter and I enjoy their visits.

I guess there is no escaping seeing that freak Michael Jackson on TV. I wonder what his fellow African Americans think about one of their "kind" that bleaches his skin white! God help them if he's one of their role models! And why hasn't anyone came out and said that those two white kids that he calls his children can't possibly have any of his genetic makeup in them! He might have bleached his skin white but he stills got BLACK genes. And there's not a trace of African American genes in those two Caucasian children yet the new media lets him go on telling the world that he is their biological father. Hello!

03/15/05

Meet Jerry today. I saw him walking toward court 7, which has the backboard, and knew he was looking for me. Sure enough when he arrived at court 7 and found it empty he turned around immediately. And spotted me come up behind him. He waved and smiled and I waved to him.

Seems he's leaving for Long Island, NY on Thursday. His wife (second wife) wants to see her children and grand children. Being she it the boss, Jerry didn't have any recourse but to head up north.

After we rallied for an hour and were sitting chatting on the bench, I noticed his hands. God! I love his hands. He got short stubby fingers just like my first lover, Frank, had. But Jerry's hands are rough like someone's who has worked outdoors all his life. Hell, I wanted to lean over and kiss his hands. Just thinking about those short stubby fingers wrapped around my dick, gets me hard.

I didn't make a pass at him but I did rub my dick a couple of times while we sat talking and I'm sure he noticed. But nothing was said. I also made sure I patted him on the shoulder as we were parting. At least I got to touch him. Well, that gives me something to look forward to next Fall when he returns. Maybe next year I'll be more bold. Hell, I'm pretty sure I will be. What do I have to loose?

So seeing Jerry was highlight of my day. Well except for Jerry telling me that my serve stinks! That hurt. But I didn't respond by reminding him how I had put his serve away 80% of the time while he had only been able to hit winners off my serve about 40% of the time. I figured that his statements were defensive and just replied that I was working on my serve.

But he's right. My serve isn't consistent at the moment. It's a work in progress and I think it will come around in a month or so if I continue to work with the simple serving action that I'm using. I do plan on having a killer serve when I see him next fall. And I think I'll play at night with his group. That is if Dieter will let me! Well, I'm sure I can talk him into it somehow.

Dieter and I went to Stork's for coffee this afternoon. I like Stork's. If you don't drink or like to go to bars, it's one of the places where you can meet old men. Now that's not to say that most of the customers are seniors. In fact only a small percentage are in fact older, but still you can make contact there. I know as it happened to me when Dieter and I were broke up. I met Harry there. He was about 70. A former school teacher from Miami and the son of a preacher. God did he love to suck my dick! He and I were seeing each other regularly until I found out that Dieter was returning to Fort Lauderdale. Of course I broke it off with Harry and he took it very hard. He's a nice man. Shame that I had to hurt him. Folks that's life.

Ok, let me get back to studying my tennis books. Keeps my mind off Dieter's cancer. His dermatologist assistance called this afternoon. The samples from the new spots on his legs turn out to be melanoma, but that's no surprise. We figured it was melanoma. He had a new growth on his hand which turned out to be simple skin cancer, which was good news. As long as the melanoma stays confined to his right leg then maybe we can talk about him living years (it's possible) instead of month should it began to spread. So I dive back into tennis and lose myself in trying to hit the perfect forehand!

03/18/05

Well, did you eat corn beef and cabbage or St. Patrick's Day? I did. But no green beer.

I was so horny that on Monday after I played a set with Mark, George, and Burt, I played with my dick as I rode home with George. I know he must have seen me rubbing my dick with my fingers. I got a thrill out of doing it while in the car with him. And if he asks me to ride with him again, I'm going to do the same thing. I think I'll keep doing it and get progressively more bold if he continues to offer to drive me back to the apartment. Hell, I think I might even flash my dick to him one of these days. Let's see what happens. I'm going to take it slow. If he doesn't like what I'm doing then he'll stop offering to drive me home, right!

We played a set again today but I walked home. George left before I did as I stayed and practiced my serve. George and I played Burt and Mark. We lost 6 to 1 games. George was able to return Mark's kick serve but I didn't make a point off his serve. The only game George and I won was off my second serve. I double fault too often. And I freeze when Mark's hits the ball to me while I'm at the net attempting to volley. I'm giving away too many free points! I've got to work on relaxing more and hitting like I do in practice. Easy said!

So, Dieter's friends from New York are coming down this weekend. Carl Heinz (60's) and Fred (80's). So we will be busy and probably go to Tropics for drinks. Carl Heinz always take us to The Old Florida Seafood Restaurant. That will be fun also.

Tomorrow, I will be playing in a round robin tournament here at Wynmoor. I think it is more of a social thing. Burt and I are going to play together, but I've heard that you switch players so that everyone get to play with each other. We'll see. I don't expect to do well, but I am interested in playing with some different players. Maybe I'll play good enough so that someone will ask me to play regularly with them.

That reminds me. Monday when I was approaching the tennis club, Mike a nice looking senior (65yo with a white beard) who had hit with my group a couple days when he first arrive in January, said hello. I responding with a hello too. Then he said he was heading home but would be back in October. He said he like my style of play and maybe when he came back we could be partners and play some games.

Wow! That the first time I've been approached to play in a regular game. But then he's seen me hitting the balls in practice. Yea, I look good. As I have a weird chop/drive shot that stay low and has lots of pace. It hard from most people to return. But, I seldom get a chance to use it in doubles. And let's face it, I tighten up in a match situation and don't hit as good as I do in practice . . . and my serve . . . let's don't go there. But October is a long way off. I might just improve my serve and perfect my topspin forehand! Hey anything is possible.

03/21/05

Well so far that perfect forehand has evaded me. Played in a round robin social tournament on Saturday. I made 6 points. The winner made 13 points. You got points according to how your team scored in the four sets which each person played in. Let say your side lost 0 to 4 in a one set. (Yes that happened to me). Then you would score a 0 for that set. For each of the four set that everyone played, we all drew cards. The number of your card corresponded to the number of the court you would go to for that set. Then at the end of that set you would go back to the club house, put your score down and draw another card to see which court you would go to for the next set.

I have to say that all the teams that I played against were among the best players at Wynmoor. I didn't play against one pushover team. The two guys that beat me and Ruth (Yes I wound up drawing the same court with here three of the four times) where among the two five players at Wynmoor, Charley and Howie.

Ruth and I played against the president of the Wynmoor tennis association and we lost 1 game to 3.

Next I played with a guy named Lou against Ruth and JR. We won 3 to 1.

Then played with a tall skinny old man man Sal against ... can't remember who....senior moment. But the score was 2 games to 2.

0 + 1+3+2 = 6

Well of course I could have played better. But I think against the stiff competition, I did better than I thought I would. And damn, did I have fun. Mark was there to cheer me on. He said I hit some good shots.

I just finished reading "The Inner Game of Tennis." Some of the ideas in the book has help me to deal with my nervousness and help me not to try too hard to make a shot or serve. Now I do wish that I played great this morning when I was hitting with the group. I did alright but not as good as I was expecting after having put into use some of the mental preparations that are suggested in the book. I came to realize that there is no magic formula to learning to play tennis just as there is none for learning how to play golf. But using the methods of learning described in "The Inner Game of Tennis" and patience and a lot of hard work. I know that my tennis game is going to improve as I teach myself how to focus while I playing tennis.

All the reading didn't help me much today as I played against Bert and Mark and lost 6 game to 1. Like I said, "there is no magic formula of learning to play tennis well. I tried not to feel disappointment or be judgmental about my performance, but failed. I was disappointed.

Dieter's friends are here from New York. They just called. We are going to meet them for dinner tonight in Fort Lauderdale.

Ok, got to cut Dieter's hair.

03/22/05

Had a great time with Carl and Fred last night. Dieter and I went to town early. I wanted to buy myself an electric shaver. All my life I've used a safety razor and finally said enough is enough! I'm tried of scrapping the hair off my face in such a primitive manner! Hell, people have been using razors in some form for ...well I don't know how long...but it a Long, Long Time. I'm tired of wetting my face, putting shaving cream on and then shaving! Primitive! So now I have an electric razor and shaving is so damn simple that it's almost fun . . . I said almost!

I drank a glass of white wine at Carl and Fred's motel. Just one little glass and damn if I didn't have a hangover this morning. Now that is how much I drink these days. And let me tell you, it will be a long time before I even touch another glass of wine. Practicing tennis wasn't exactly fun this morning.

Anyway last night Carl and Fred treated me and Dieter to dinner at Catfish Dewey's. It was great! We had one of the best waitress I've ever encountered! And the food was heaven. Ok, so I can kiss my weight loss good by this week. For every action there is a reaction.