Phoenix Rises Again

Self,

So this week has been interesting. The last couple of days has been centered around my motorcylce, Phoenix.

SO I think it was Monday, I was sitting in the dinning room on my laptop when my father walks through the kitchen door coming from the garage. He says, "[Pharoah,] I got someone here that wants to speak to you right now," in his tough would be gansta harsh-toned serious voice.

Instantly annoyed because I'm working on my finances before trying to get some sleep before working the graveyard shift, and I don't want to be bothered. I look up to see who my father has drug in and try to asses how quickly I can get rid of them.

I momentarily loose my breath. Behind my father is this very handsome, bare-chested, thick guy walking through the door wearing some basketball shorts. (YUM)

Of course, I know my father isn't trying to "pimp" this guy on me, so I regain my composure to figure out what's going on. I realize that the guy is one of the "clan members" from the house two doors down that is another multi-generational households like mine....who is carrying a toddler wearing a bandana on his head. However, I don't know his name at that moment. I did find out, and on here I'll call him Soldier M-M, since I found out not only his name but that he was in the military at some point.

It turns out that my father has been running his mouth about Phoenix sitting in the driveway. Soldier M-M also has a motorcycle that's parked in the driveway where he's staying. Mine was covered, in need of a battery charge and updated registration. Soldier M-M thought that from the cover on the bike that it was a cruising (like a Hardley Davison) bike and not the crotch rocket like his and wasn't much concerned. However upon my father sharing info about the type of motorcycle I have, Soldier M-M suddenly became very interested in Phoenix and his condition, hence this sudden interruption and need for a conversation.

So we went outside, so he could see Phoenix, and I explained about the dead battery and expired tags. He offered to remove the battery and charge it. He worked at it for a while but it proves to be a bit more challenging than he expected...long story short we spend the better part of the day trying to just get Phoenix to start. Although I should be sleeping, I don't mind because a; he is helping me out and b; the ass, thighs and package look good every time I manage to sneek a peek, so he's holding my attention. Again to keep things short we (well I should say He) gets Phoenix to purr again.

So Soldier M-M's excitement is based on the fact that he wants (and maybe even kinda expects) us to ride together ....and has even expressed the idea of me being apart of his riding crew.

Needless to say this is where my dilemma basically starts. I think having a riding buddy is just what I need after all this time to take the plunge to ride Phoenix again after my accident. However there's already been a few comments about riding with "a honey" on the back and how some "chics" have even asked for rides when they see an extra helmet.

Obviously this dude have no clue I'm not in to women.....And I don't know how I want to deal with his ignorance. I don't really have a problem enlightening him....lol if I knew the knowledge wouldn't then spread down the block. I'm also concerned that enlightening him could mean loosing out on a potential riding buddy. I'm not concerned about him thinking that I'm trying to get at him, although I imagine he may want to address those concerns, if I tell him that I'm gay, but I aint trying to have sex with him. (Yes, I know I did say I'm attracted to him...but he's married, with a son and I'm not trying to be apart of some drama.....ESPECIALLY two doors from my house.....I aint trying to "shyt where I eat," feel me?)

As I see it at the moment my options are:
1) keep my mouth shut about my sexuality, for the sake of Phoenix and the riding experiences.
2) keep my mouth shut and decline riding with him and possibly his friends.
3) Lay all the cards on the table and let the chips land where they may.

Comments???

Sincerely,
Pharoah

Just How I Feel.

Self,

So the last couple days I've been hearing this song on the radio. And I must say....it represent how I've been feeling so I thought it would be an appropriate post for Notes.

The version I had been hearing on the radio was by The Pussycat Dolls. (Yes, I know it was originally done by Nina Simone) however the version by PCD is hot. However I can't find a version that I can use to post on here.
SO while looking for something I can use, I found this. I apologize that it's a clip from a one of those singing contest tv shows....and its from the UK but this girl is singing.

Milestone!

Self,

I know I've been absent the last few days and I'll try not to let the absence go too long. HOWEVER in my absence, Note2Self has reached a milestone. There are now 40 followers on the blog! LOL I know it seems childish/immature to be concerned with the number of followers listed, but here I am. Honestly I would like to see the number of followers on Note2self to grow into the triple digits like some of the other blogs I've seen/visited.

That said I am TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY ESTATIC with the Followers I have...I'm glad you find my rants and rambling interesting enough to admit that you read them and want to come back to read more!

Sincerely,
Pharoah

The Sky is Falling!

Self,

Umm.....

Rain.....

In June........

In Southern California.........

Really?????

WTF?????
And I'm at work, AH SHIT, aint this a bitch?!?!?!?!?!?!?


Sincerely,
Pharoah

Update

Self,

So I've been spending a lot of time with KB. In part that has bee n the reason I haven't been writing on Notes! I must say things are going very well.

We've gone bowling with a couple of his friends. He and I went jetskiing down in Dana Point. We've seen X-men: First Class. We've decided that we are dating exclusively.

Things are good!

Sincerely,
Pharaoh