OK, So its been a while

OK, So... It's been a while since I've journaled here. The past few months have been occupied with holidays, friends, travel to Puerto Vallarta (more on THAT later), and I adopted Luna, my schnauzer mix dog. She's been a delight, and I will devote a journal entry to that process later. Catching up on the things I've done since September... October was Halloween, which meant Halloweenie. The greatest cwasostume party in Los Angeles. I always have a great time - outside of San Diego Pride it's probably my favorite party of the year. This year my friends and I dressed as Greek Gods (I was Zeus - all the others were taken). We rolled our balls off and danced to some pretty great music. Of course the first person I run into at the party was Sean. I knew he was going to be there, so it wasn't a surprise. But of course he's the first person I run into. We had a good time chatting and catching up. He's always so much fun to be around, and I truly miss him. Later in the evening I saw Sean again, but he was really fucked up from taking a bit too much molly. I helped him and sat him down in a cool room, and just sat there holding hands and trying to get him to relax. Whenever he takes molly he always says he forgets to breathe. I got him calmed down and then took him back to his friends on the dance floor. After that evening, I realized how much in love I am with Sean, still. I knew I needed to take some more time away from him to get over the breakup. It's very hard to leave a relationship when you still love the other person. It doesn't go away overnight. Every moment I spent with Sean just made me realize how much we love each other. I want us to be friends - truly. But I can't keep putting myself through torture every time I see him. I told him i needed some time and space, and that I wouldn't be reaching out as much. Or at all. I need to get over him. So since November I haven't communicated much with Sean. We texted Happy Thanksgiving and Happy Christmas, but that has been the extent of it. It's sad but necessary to create space in order to grieve but also to move on. I had been closing myself off to others and holding space in my heart for the off chance that he would want to get back together. I can't live like that. It's not fair to me or to him or to anyone that has to deal with me! November and December was holidays, parties, friends. I spent Thanksgiving in Puerto Vallarta - needs it own post. Stand by for that. I started opening up to the possibility of dating again. I went "out" with a guy named Sebastian. We had hooked up before, had great sex, and he's a very nice person. However, he's very busy with work as a flight attendant, and he's also dealing with his own divorce from his husband. EEK! And while we had good sexual chemistry, I didn't find him to be the most interesting or exciting person. But he's a great guy and glad we met. December brought more parties and friends, and I celebrated Hannukah with my friend Jeremy who made amazing Latkes. He did forget to put the brisket in the oven on time, so we only had latkes and wine. But it was a lovely evening. For Christmas Eve I celebrated a Cuban nochebuena with JP, who is family to me. We cooked cuban pork and had a cuban restaurant deliver moro rice, yuca, tamales, and flan. I also made mojo sauce for the first time and JP gave it the cuban seal of approval. For Christmas day I made JP breakfast, and then we watched movies at home. For dinner we spent it with Laggy and Andrew, who put out an amazing spread. Cornish game hen, cauliflower mac and cheese, and lots of wine. And cookies. After Christmas I decided it was time for me to look for a dog in earnest. I follow Wagmor Pets on Instagram and decided to check out the rescues they have at their Studio City location. I met Luna, a schnauzer mix rescued from Mexico - she was called "Lucinda" on the mexican rescue papers, and Wagmor named her "Peppermint." But I had to name her a spanish name and I love the moon - so it was Luna. The day I drove to the Valley to see the possible dogs, I turned on Grindr and saw this very handsome guy on there, and we started chatting. He lives in Valley Village, and was very charming on the app. We decided to get drinks the next week. Met in person at Norah, and I enjoyed it quite a bit. Truthfully I am still getting my sea-legs when it comes to dating again, but in many ways its just like riding a bike. His profile did not list an age, and he looked very young, so for some reason I assumed he was in his mid-20s. I thought "what the hell" and lets see what this kid is going to be like. Turns out I was wrong - he's 35, smart, mature, wise, and has a great energy. He's also Australian with that charming accent (the good Australian accent, not the Bogan one). We ended the night with a kiss. We've since spent several "dates" together over the past few weeks. We have had dinner, went to LACMA to see the Obama portraits, hung out at my place, hung out at his place...and I have to say I really like the guy. I don't want to jinx things, but I am just taking things one day at a time. His name is Conrad.