Do you know Michael from 10 years ago? in Adventures in paradise

The other gay guy at work asked me tonight, “Do you happen to know a guy named Michael? Must’ve been about 10 years ago…”
I just stared at him. “Seriously? Could you be a little more specific?” Haha.

Turns out he was going through old photos on his laptop and he reckons that I am in one of the photos, and that he’s met me before and I’ve even been to one of his parties, hence the question.

I had to rack my brain for a ‘Michael’. The only Michaels I’ve known were a Michael-Anthony and the Michael from church, but he wasn’t that long ago. I asked if he went by the name ‘Michael-Anthony’ at all, but my workmate wasn’t sure. He thinks so though.

He said the photo was on his laptop and not his phone, otherwise he’d show me the photo. He even told me what I was wearing in the photo and where I was standing.
He reckons he has the memory of an elephant. I however, have the memory of a goldfish :P So asking me if I knew a guy named Michael around 10 years ago will just go straight over the top of me.
It had to be that guy though. I remember meeting him back in the Gaydar days (God, is that site even still around?) but I lost contact with him around 8 or 9 years ago when he got a boyfriend and disappeared off the face of the Earth. In fact, it feels even longer than 10 years ago. It was probably when I first moved to Brisbane around 12 years ago.

I’m liking some of the features that are gradually being added to Prosebox, like the ‘About Me’ section. It feels nice not cluttering up the ‘Quote’ section with stuff about me like I had to before. I even updated my pic because of the pixel issue, but had to go with a lame one because I don’t have many pics of myself in file form on my laptop, as everything is so instant these days with Instagram and Facebook etc. Or moreso Snapchat these days.

I’m trying to be more money-savvy. I buy Money magazine on occasion, and reading it’s articles are pretty cool. The language they use in it seems to moreso appeal toward people who actually have decent amounts of money, but I still pick up little bits and pieces from it. I need to get back to creating a budget so that I can save some money, as little as that amount would probably be, at least it’d be something and I feel baby steps are better than quicksand.

My friend Brent wants me to head down to his place tonight, which is on the Goldy. I usually always go, as I have the night off he does, but after learning tonight at work that one of my workmates is on holidays when my manager didn’t realize, I have a feeling I may have to work instead, and given my ‘money-savvyness’ after reading the mag, I’m more inclined to work and earn money than spending another $24 on a return trip to the Goldy.
Reason being is I’m pretty sure I’ll need to do that on Thursday as well, because my friend Ben wants to catch up before he leaves for Sweden, as I didn’t get to go to his going away party last week because of work. So that’ll be an expensive night because I still owe him a dinner, since he paid for mine last time. I don’t mind. I think I can manager it this week, but it’d be more sensible of me to work if I’m asked to. If, on the miraculous chance that I don’t get called in, I’ll probably head down to Brent’s anyway. I can’t put a price on friendship, even if my city thinks they can chrge the 3rd most expensive public transport costs in the world.

I had to look up what the fuck “ShirtFront” was today, since our stupid Prime Minister has threatened to “Shirtfront” Mr Putin at the G20 conference here in Brisbane next month. My God, can we just give this guy a gag already?
Turns out ‘Shirtfront’ means to grab the front of someones collar and command their attention. I guess that makes sense - the word that is. But threatening a physical action (as pissweak as it is) toward the Russian president probably isn’t the smartest idea in the world.

I copied over a lot more of my old OD entries to another book here on my Prosebox. I was originally just going to put all the entries into one book, but last night I finished copying over my 2004 and 2005 entries, so I just made that like a two-year book, so maybe I’ll make two-year-at-a-time books. I guess it doesn’t really matter. It’s taking me forever. Who knows how many entries there are. I figure slow and steady wins the race and if I just do a couple every couple of days or weeks or so, then I’ll get through them before I know it.

My problem is, I’ll copy over and then re-read what I wrote ten years ago. Then I think to myself, “Holy shit, I’ve been writing for 10 years now!” Unreal.
I was reading one entry in particular last night where I thought to myself, “Gee, my life was SO much more interesting 10 years ago,” and found myself gasping at how risque I was, even as a 20 year old, flirting with straight workmates and stuff like I probably wouldn’t even do now. Maybe it’s maturity? Maybe I don’t care anymore? Maybe I’m becoming an old man haha.

I’ve also discovered this website where some guy has listed every single song that has entered the Australian music charts Top 100 since 1969. It was a gem of a find, because I’ve been wanting to list down my favourite songs since I began listening to music properly in 1996. So I spent a lot of Sunday just doing that during the ridiculous hours of the morning when normal people are asleep. So I’ve done that up to the end of 1997 so far and I’m up to nearly 300 songs. I have no idea how many I will end up at, nor do I want to think about how long it’s going to take me haha. I’m more doing it for the music forum I’m a member of (where I post my charts). It’s not like I had anything better to do, AND I had even also gone to the gym, so it’s not like I wasn’t productive. I spent an hour cycling - see!

The light blocked out the ‘hours’ section, but yeah you get the idea.

And because I only did an hour of cardio last night, I went to gym again after work tonight and did a proper workout, so I’m good for another few days now :)
I just feel a lot better internally when I exercise properly and I kick myself for not going harder more often. Crazily enough it also seems to raise my libido something chronic, compared to how I normally am anyway haha.

Speaking of that, some guy messaged me on Grindr saying he was in town and sent me a photo of him and said it’d be great to catch up with me again. “Again?” I didn’t even recognize him! He gave me his name, Jay. Still, nope, no recollection. I have the worst memory. I was on my way to work as I was checking my Grindr, so I kind of didn’t really care, was moreso browsing who was around. I looked at his photo he sent me again.
Yep. Totally someone I would hook up with. And clearly I have in the past, but man it must’ve been a fair while back, maybe a couple of years? And then there’s the question of where. I assume he was probably someone I met up with in Sydney? I’m still confused as to where I know him from. I think it’s pretty clear we’ve hooked up before, if he’s messaging me on Grindr to come over when I finish work at 1am. I didn’t even go on Grindr then, just went to the gym and came home really late as I was fart-assing around the gym for so long. I need to keep my phone in my bag when I’m at the gym, which I actually do most of the time, but I didn’t tonight and I’d keep checking it between machines. Of course, since I had it on me, I took a selfie in the mirror. I decided it’d be a progress shot, to see how I’m doing.
I hate pictures compared to real life. They say the camera adds 10 pounds in the film industry, but I wish it applied to me. I quite like how I took from the angle of where my eyes are to my own body below me, but when I see my reflective self looking back at me via a photograph, I generally don’t like it.
Either way, because this is my.. box? Diary? Haha whatever, I’ll post it here.
When I weighed myself yesterday (with shoes on) I came in at 88.5kg, which is really impressive for me. I assumed to take off almost a kilo or so for the shoes, but still, I like being around the 86-87 mark and I always have. It’s just my 191cm frame still makes that seem.... hmmmm.
I absolutely love my legs though, despite how shit this photo makes them look lol. I wouldn’t give up my legs for anything, compared to how scrawny they were probably when I was writing that entry 10 years ago.

Bahaha, I look fucking stoned or something there. Oh well. There’s no filter on that photo either, surprisingly. I guess my sunburn from being such an albino at the beach a few days ago has given me somewhat of a glow :P