Sampiro, if there is any justice in this world, Cindy will come home and Mr. Hugh Jackman lookalike will be licking fig jelly off YOUR naked body! And then she can run off with the pool boy (panties optional)!
Thanks for the great read…believe me, you’re a real find. Any guy would lucky to have you.
Lies! Lies and scurrilous un-truth-hoods!
So, where ya movin’ to? Is it California? Please tell me its California.
Seriously, though, be glad you’re getting away from this guy. Hot as he is, he’s obviously a basket case. Even if there were some fig jelly action in your future, how long will it be until he flips his sexuality toggle back to “Not gay anymore”? Feh. Who needs that?
Sampiro, that was a great read, and you are gorgeous. That guy sounds pretty flaky, so you’re probably better off. Good luck on your journey!
There is a point system for Gaydom? Who knew?
That was utterly hysterical and a fantastic read, Sampiro!
When a doper can write about the comedy of love and all its messiness and do it so well, they deserve something special:
A Barbara Streisand CD!
[Major Blushes]Thanks for all the compliments.[/Major blushes]
Correction to above: due to a typo, what should have read “optical nerves” read as “olfactory nerves”.
Love it.
Freudian slip? 
Excellent, hilarious posts and I have to agree that the guy is bad news. And I think you’re a cutie.
Another one to chime in and say Hey! You’re cute!
Alright, it’s official- having had several more weeks of contact and having just received the most touching e-mail I have ever received, I am thoroughly completely hopelessly and in all ways in love with the guy. I won’t even classify it as lust anymore- warts and all “He’s the one that I want… he is the one oh… ooh ooh ooh honey”. Literally, my Christian (aka adultery and divorce are morally wrong) friends, my jealous ex and even one of his wife’s best friends have all told me “GO FOR IT! YOU’RE THE ONE HE NEEDS! HE’S THE ONE YOU NEED! YOU COMPLETE EACH OTHER!”, and even his wife has made a comment in a joking but not joking sort of way that “I think you’d be a better partner for my husband than I am”.
But I will not commit adultery (with a fox in a box wearing a tam Sampiro I am) and, captivated as I am, it’s been 15 years since I worked as a bellman and I just don’t know if my baggage handling skills are still up to par. I am drawn to him like a mall to a flamer, but I have to take the moral high road, which is a damned shame because whether he realizes it or not he has set a damned near impossibly high beam for anybody else.
I must decide what to share about the latter-day revelations about him and his wife and decide just how this odd little musical comedy will close. (Let me quickly add that should I decide to make a clean break that I will probably spend more on streaming broadband porn for a while than ever before but I won’t be leaping out of a belltower holding my deer rifle or anything- it’s just an odd closing chapter to a story that may or may not have a sequel.)
Oy ve. “May you live in interesting times.”
As much as I hate your agony, I can only hope you’ll find some other source of inspiration for your amazing powers of angsty-humor. 
I very much appreciate the sentiment, but “agony” is probably too strong a word. More “semi-sad confused & bemused irony over the recent homo-neuroticism of the landscape”, perhaps, but I Will Survive to quote the words that made Gloria Gaynor famous before she slipped into total obscurity. :rolleyes:
Not the first to say… hate to laugh at your unfortunate situation, but I wouldn’t if it weren’t so goddone FUNNY!
Good luck, our friend.
ps… been there, done it. Got divorced over it-