Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Kiss and Tell: Couple desperately seeking third

Between September and November 2008, I went on a series of disasterous dates with guys I met online with the intent of writing a series of columns profiling my "dates" and their "dating" habits. Both Xtra West and xtra.ca passed on publishing them. So instead of letting them languish on my hard drive, I'm going to post the first one here, and the rest of the columns over the next few weeks.

This is New Years catharsis for me. Letting go of the old, the bad, the ugly, etc...Revel in my pain and anguish. I will post a personal anecdote about this couple tomorrow. There's a reason why the series was going to be called Kiss and Tell.

And if you're looking for New Years activities, check here.

Kiss and Tell: Couple desperately seeking third…(Interview #1)

 

In 2008, a number of articles began appearing online and in print media arguing that internet dating sites have irreparably damaged the queer community. They claim that the majority of queer youth are now socialized online instead of though more traditional methods, such as visiting bars or other gay meeting spaces, and that the consequence-free online environment increases the incidence of unsafe sexual practices across all age groups.

 

Searching for answers, freelance reporter Sean Horlor recently conducted a series of interviews with Manhunt.net users. To get the full story, he admits he often had to kiss in order to tell.

 

"Couples seeking..." is a regular online dating site fixture, regardless of the gender or sexuality of the two partners searching to add some excitement to their sex lives. Here's what one long-term couple had to say about their online experience...


Couple desperately seeking third (fourth, fifth, sixth?)

 

The burning question on most people’s minds: can opening up a monogamous sexual relationship actually work?

            The taller half of the couple – who I decide to call “Home Maker” or HM – hasn’t made eye contact with me since we sat down ten minutes ago. Instead, he swirls the straw in his double vodka-soda relentlessly. He’s asked me not to use their real names. His partner – “Bread Winner” or BW for short – answers my earlier question: “Opening up our relationship is one of the only things that [has kept] it running—”

            HM is quick to interject: “People who think they can have sex with just one cock for the rest of their life are crazy. They are the ones who end up cheating.”

            Both men are 34, though like most internet dating site users, they told a white lie online and posted that they were 32. When asked why they lied about something so trivial, BW laughed and said, “Why not? We don’t look like we’re 34, do we?”

            For the record, they do. BW is going bald and has bad posture. Despite the handsome HM’s buff arms and jaw-dropping smile, he has a bit of a paunch and crows feet.

            At 9:30pm on Saturday, there is now a line up to get inside the Bayside Room. What better venue to discuss a ménage à trios than this throw-back 70s lounge in the heart of Vancouver’s notoriously liberal West End.

            Sinking back into the red leather of our booth, BW asks, “Why aren’t you drinking your beer?”

            For show, I lift my glass to my lips, but do not drink anything. The act is enough for HM, who finally makes eye contact with me, saying, “We always do things together. It’s both of us or it doesn’t happen.” Nervous, he is too loud, his voice cuts through the ambient lounge noise like a spoon tapping an empty glass.

            After 12 years of partnership – ten of which they’ve lived together – they also have other rules they use to keep things balanced. Both have to agree on the attractiveness of their “prospect”, the sex has to be safe and they don’t appreciate guys showing up at their apartment and heading straight to their bedroom uninvited. “That’s a real turnoff,” HM says. “We ask guys who do that to leave right away.”

            Their first threesome was with a professional hockey player in a Toronto hotel room nine years ago. “He paid for the room,” says BW, fishing a fresh raspberry out of his cocktail with his straw. Then, at the same time, they both say, “He was sexy.” But they don’t look at each other while saying it. They also haven’t touched each other once since they sat down.

            Sharing this story with me gives them the confidence to discuss other conquests. Although three people in a bed is their ideal, for these two, the sky is the limit. They agree that threesomes are so 1990 and that the 2000s are all about fourgies, moresomes and partner swapping. “When there are that many people though, it’s tough to know who is supposed to do what,” BW admits.

            However, there is a glass ceiling. Or maybe glass basement would be a better term. It sounds like they no longer have sexual intercourse without a third party. When asked directly whether they still have sex with each other regularly, things get tense.

            “What do you mean by sex?” BW says stonily. A self-described 5’10”, I place him at about 5’8” and probably about 150lbs. He’s as threatening as he is truthful. He continues, “Do you mean touching? Oral? Anal intercourse?”

            Already on his third double highball, HM slurs over him: “Once a year?” I expect them to laugh. They don’t. HM continues, “Once a month? Or has it been three years? Can we talk about something else?”

            “Listen,” BW says. “We haven’t spent a week apart the entire time we’ve known each other.” Interestingly enough, they are finally sitting shoulder to shoulder, touching.

            But the question remains, has the internet made it easier for them to meet that elusive third bedmate or harder? “Definitely easier,” HM said. “As a teenager in Ottawa, I used telephone lines to meet guys or went to bars and talked. The internet changed everything.”      

            HM goes on to explain that since they’re both in real estate, they have time to search for additional partners online whenever they feel like. They admit to checking their shared profile regularly – “At least daily” – though don’t think that they’re addicted to online dating.

            It’s clear that HM is the driving force behind their search. Recently unemployed, he plays administrative assistant to BW’s thriving real estate practice. Although Manhunt.net is the only internet dating site he uses, HM occasionally organizes hook ups with friends of friends or with people of like interests off Facebook.

            For a couple that seems so balanced and so comfortable inviting outside influences into their relationship, something as small as only one of the partners constantly surfing online for sex shouldn’t be any cause for concern. Or is it?

            Instead of commenting on this right away, as he has for most of the interview, BW stares up at HM for a long time. HM is back to looking around the bar. I say nothing. HM eventually says they don’t have trust problems. BW nods but doesn’t commit verbally either way.

             Their advice to couples looking at including an additional emotional or sexual connection to their relationship is simple: communicate. Swirling the straw in his glass again, HM advises, “If one person wants to have a threesome and the other doesn’t, perhaps it’s time to rethink why you’re together.”

            Finally ready to talk again, BW adds, “And if you’re the third person, try to remember you’re just a guest.” They tell me about a younger guy they have been inviting over regularly for the past few months, and how it’s starting to feel “boring” to them.

            “It’s time to break if off,” HM says.

            This reminds me of something a good friend of mine pointed out before the interview. He said, “Three is an odd number. It must be hard on the bus. Someone always has to be sitting on their own.”

 


Monday, December 29, 2008

Tuesday Hotness - Justin Duffy

For the record, I was in Melriches on Sunday night and the barista I despise was working. On my way out, he turned to his coworker, nodded towards me and said, "I hate that douchebag."

Although I was temporarily overwhelmed by the urge to punch him in the throat, I now understand that that was due to the testosterone suppliments/"angry pills" I've been taking in order to beef up for the TV pilot (fingers crossed still folks).

In hindsight, my least favourite barista in the city helped me realize that I have arrived, Vancouver. Even slackjawed burnouts are recognizing my douchebaggery and douchebaggish ways. So in the spirit of douche, I am reposting the following:

 
Popped collar? What what?
 
And now here's yer hotness. I managed to find this model (Justin Duffy) on facebook. He did share these photos with yours truly and he is truly worthy of a Tuesday posting:




Monday, December 29, 2008

Ellen's bringing sexy back...

Like me, perhaps you're wondering what the eff to do in this no man's...or woman's...land between Christmas and the new year. Faced with sporadic internet service and ridiculous sales across Metro Vancouver, many are turning to television (teacher, mother, secret lover) for answers:

 
100% chance of hilarity. Enjoy.

Saturday, December 27, 2008

What are you doing New Years?

In my ongoing quest to make sure that you have the best New Year's Eve in town (do NOT stay home and watch Methuselah/Dick Clark ring in 2009), I came across this on Facebook the other day and wanted to give y'all the option of entering:

Subject: TICKETS TICKETS TICKETS!
Hey Everyone
Hope you all enjoyed your White Christmas!
WE want to offer a special little gift for everyone! Better late than never!
We're giving away some tickets to the NYE Crystal Ball coming up on wednesday...
and all you have to do is send an email before MONDAY AT NOON To: 
contest@tommy-d.ca
THATS IT! We will draw a couple names on Monday and let the winners know by email!
Hope everyone is safe, be careful on the roads...and we'll see you all out on NYE!!

It's for the Majestic's Crystal Ball (see flier below) - good luck.


Thursday, December 25, 2008

Happy Horlordays

I believe Faith Hill said it best on her recent Christmas special: "Christmas to me means baby jesus and snowflakes and stomach cramps from too much chocolate."  I'm paraphrasing but you get the idea.

Here's a Christmas card from me and Faith Hill to you:

And a carol de jour...I love that Xtina. Here's to a very special Christina Aguileramas.


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