
age: 37 (Nov 25, 1974)
MEMBER SINCE: October 2002
occupation: VFX by day, lucha libre by night.
crush: The beach
body mods: My grandfather's signature, in Japanese kanji, on my back.
gets me hot: Your mom.
makes me sad: Angry people. Sad people. Selfish people.
i lost my virginity: On the rebound!
into: Great food, good friends, warm summer evenings, sipping a beer and watching baseball. Quiet, reflective moments of contemplation. Stars that stretch into an endless horizon. My dog Chavez, who always smiles and rarely complains. Jasmine and lilacs, although not necessarily at the same time.
makes me happy: My 1988 BMW 528e! And the music I play in it.
After a long absence, today is a double blog day. Feel free to read the earlier entry for prior thoughts. 
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My first kiss with a girl was a debacle. Really, it was such a disaster that the story isnt worth retelling. But sometimes, a little humility is good for the soul.
Her name was Carrie and she was a very pretty girl with an ear-to-ear smile and curly blonde hair that bounced as vivaciously as her personality. She was a freshman in band class where I met most of the girls at a time in my life when I was still too shy to venture beyond the boundaries of my cloistered world. I was a gangly mess of a nerd, unable to detach my outward identity from my Oriental brethren, the likes of Long Duk Dong (). It didnt help that I wore oversized glasses starting in the sixth grade, sported the occasional bowl cut, read D&D manuals for fun, and really was a good student. You earned your stripes as a nerd in those days before Internet playboys, Xboxes, and anything resembling geek chic hit the pop culture circuit.
Despite my nerdiness, I knew how to turn on the charm when the situation called for it. Not only could I hold my own as a flirt but I also learned that some girls just have a predilection for Asian blood, a little Yellow Fever (Just LOOK at that cute little Chinaman!). So, shortly after meeting Carrie, I was already making plans for my first honest-to-God date. Since I wasnt old enough to drive, I had no choice but to make it a double with my best friend, Ron. His primer-and-green 1971 Buick Skylark wasnt the prettiest set of wheels but it would get the job done.
While I didnt know much about girls, I knew that a horror movie would be the ticket. After all, first dates are breeding grounds for cheap thrills, both on-screen and off. Eerie violins crescendo to bloody climax as an arm glides around a shoulder. A boogeyman leaps from the darkness as you try to cop a feel. Hands clasp, fingers interlock, and nerves finally...
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My first kiss with a girl was a debacle. Really, it was such a disaster that the story isnt worth retelling. But sometimes, a little humility is good for the soul.
Her name was Carrie and she was a very pretty girl with an ear-to-ear smile and curly blonde hair that bounced as vivaciously as her personality. She was a freshman in band class where I met most of the girls at a time in my life when I was still too shy to venture beyond the boundaries of my cloistered world. I was a gangly mess of a nerd, unable to detach my outward identity from my Oriental brethren, the likes of Long Duk Dong (). It didnt help that I wore oversized glasses starting in the sixth grade, sported the occasional bowl cut, read D&D manuals for fun, and really was a good student. You earned your stripes as a nerd in those days before Internet playboys, Xboxes, and anything resembling geek chic hit the pop culture circuit.
Despite my nerdiness, I knew how to turn on the charm when the situation called for it. Not only could I hold my own as a flirt but I also learned that some girls just have a predilection for Asian blood, a little Yellow Fever (Just LOOK at that cute little Chinaman!). So, shortly after meeting Carrie, I was already making plans for my first honest-to-God date. Since I wasnt old enough to drive, I had no choice but to make it a double with my best friend, Ron. His primer-and-green 1971 Buick Skylark wasnt the prettiest set of wheels but it would get the job done.
While I didnt know much about girls, I knew that a horror movie would be the ticket. After all, first dates are breeding grounds for cheap thrills, both on-screen and off. Eerie violins crescendo to bloody climax as an arm glides around a shoulder. A boogeyman leaps from the darkness as you try to cop a feel. Hands clasp, fingers interlock, and nerves finally...



























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