saturday's second sauna safari

Technically it's 1:32am on Sunday right now, just before the clocks go back an hour, but since most of this really happened on Saturday night, I'm backdating the whole thing... so there...

I will say this also... THE UNIVERSE IS FUCKING WITH ME!

I probably should give the whole TMI post warning again... but... m'eh... it's too late and I'm too tired and those of you who read the last one of these will read this one whatever I say... so I say... m'eh!

I went to the sauna again tonight... no, it's not becoming a habit... I went there with a single main objective (plus the previously mentioned additional perks)... to find Marc... yeah, I know... I'm a big lamo... we all know this, lets move on.

I took off just after it got dark, 7:30 or so, and when I got there I did the wander thing while wondering if Marc would actually show up or not (I know he said Saturday nights were his "usual" night... but who knew if that meant this Saturday)... I'm not going to do the blow by blow (pun completely at your own discretion) description of my adventures, but I'll just touch on the high and lowlights...

Firstly, they were all out of appropriately sized towels when I got there (I'm big boned, shut up)... but the ever so helpful boy behind the desk (Mickey or Mikey... I think) said he would find me a larger one if and when he could (when he'd done the washing essentially)... and he was as good as his word, and even brought it out to me while I was in the pool... so that's kind of a booo and a yaaaaay all rolled into one I guess...

There was a guy I ended up playing with in the steamroom who I swear on an appropriate stack of holy objects had to be a trained masseuse... He gave me a neckrub a couple of times ( he totally knew what he was doing, plus there were a couple of other little things he did that made me think "masseuse"), and pretty much all I could do was moan appreciatively... and although it's not like that kind of moan never happens in there, it just doesn't usually happen for that reason.

I've developed a new "coping technique" for when the pretty or buff or whatever guys do a lap of the steamroom before making for the exit again... but I found it works in other places and at other times around the place too... instead of looking away, I'm just looking them straight in the eye... not in a "hey, how about it" kind of way, more in a "yes, this is me... and?" kind of way.

I got a little bit, shall we say, out of my depth in the orgy room upstairs... the upshot of which was that I ended up trapped between two fuckees and their respective (multiple) fuckers (and gropers... of which I was one originally), had my towel stolen (I swear, I put the damn thing down for like 2 seconds, and when I came back to it it was gone... and I was never more than a metre away from it at any time... however it was totally pitch black in there) and ended up having to climb up and over the large "bed" in the middle of the room to get away... and then tromp down the stairs bucknaked and ask for a new towel... and fortunately Mickey/Mikey had another one on hand... it was highly overdramatic...

Then there were two guys towards the end of my visit who looked like they'd just stepped of the cover of a "Barely Legal Twink" porno cover... actually, one of them had a scary similarity to Brent Corrigan (possibly more defined though... sorry Brent, but this boy put the FINE in defined)... with the dark floppy hair and all... only he was running around in speedos.... speedos... at a sauna... I mean, c'mon... either he has a serious fetish, he's hung like a randy chipmunk, or he just wants to tease everyone... I'm going with the third option... *mutter mutter*

I also watched what I would probably regard as one of the strangest scenes ever in a mainsteam porno... well, if we're counting Bel Ami as mainstream... which it pretty much is... it's just Euromainstream... Dano Sulik humping and licking the handrail leading out of the pool in Sauna Paradiso... so incredibly strange... and not even particularly sexy... although that could just have been my mood at the time...

And yes... Marc did show up... I was finishing up playing with someone in the steamroom and had my back to the room the entire time, but when I turned around, there he was...

As much as I just wanted to knock him on the head and drag him upstairs to have my wicked way with him, I pretty much kept my cool... I gave him a big hug from behind (after I'd said hello) and said that I was hoping to see him, and then had a moment of geekdom and said "Actually it's the only reason I'm here"... and he just replied "I know"... which threw me for a second, but later on it made more sense. He'd only just gotten there and wanted to warm up, but I'd been in the steamroom a while and I think I was on the verge of having my brain turn to liquid and run out of my ears, so I pulled the "find me when you're ready" trick again like I did last week... which, I will admit, because I didn't have quite as much to distract myself with tonight, gave me slightly more mental trauma than it did last time.

We did keep running into each other in various spots though... which was weird, because last time I didn't see him between the first time we hooked up and the second time... well, except for once, very briefly... And I was having a head full of "he isn't coming to find me, why isn't he coming to find me... why would he tell me WHEN to find him when I saw him on Sunday, and then not want to come and play tonight... does he just come here so he can hook up with as many different guys as possible, and never goes back for seconds... should I have just saved my $18.50 for something useful and stayed home?" and other such braintwisting thoughts... so, when I did finally run into him again in the steamroom I don't know if it was the heat or the mental trauma or what it was, but certain parts of my anatomy refused to play, well, ball isn't the right word... but you know what I mean... Fortunately there were three of us involved, so it wasn't as much of a disaster as it could have been.

After the third guy disappeared, I asked him again if he wanted to go upstairs with me and he refused... again... well, even in the dark either my body language or the expression on my face must have said something to him, because he told me that he suffers from claustrophobia and never goes in the rooms upstairs... that kinda dinged my bullcrap detector, but only as a little ding, so I let it go (when he mentioned later that he just came out of a relationship and he was a little wary of going into the rooms with anyone, that rang truer... but maybe it's a little of both, who knows)....

It was around that point that I ended up leaning over him (since he was sitting) and we had a fairly lengthy conversation for the steamroom... I asked him what my chances were of seeing him outside of "here" (meaning the sauna), and he asked if I was asking him on a date, since he'd just come out of a relationship (the room thing came up later)... and I said no, that I was basically talking about doing what we were doing (ie the sex thing... not that we were actually doing it at that precise moment) somewhere that didn't cost me $18.50 to get in and that wasn't quite so hot... he asked me if I could separate my feelings from my other bits (only he worded it much better at the time, I just can't remember what he exactly said), and I told him I could (not completely true, but not completely a lie either... I mean I watched him in the steamroom having sex with people other than me where I wasn't involved... yes, I wanted to be involved, but I didn't lose my mind over it) and then I said, look, how about I give you my number, then the ball is completely in your court, you can call me, or not, up to you... he was okay with that and said that he wasn't going to leave for a while, but would catch up with me before he did to get my number. I was happy with that, so I left it at that.

God... I just realised I stink of chlorine AGAIN... and I'm going to get into clean sheets smelling like this... I might need a quick shower later...

Anyway... where was I... oh yeah... I wandered about for a bit... had the orgy room incident I mentioned above, and ended up taking a "time out" for a little while, watching the bad porno scene and just kind of sitting and chilling for a while. Oh, and somewhere in there, we ran into each other out near the front entrance and I got my first real good look at him in better light... he's cute, but possibly not as cute as I originally thought... he's skinny, but not as skinny as I previously thought either... but he's still cute and skinny... and he has the BLUEST eyes... okay, originally I thought they could have been green... but the lighting where we were was kind of yellowy... but his eyes are almost startlingly blue (given that I've essentially only seen them in red lit steam haze up until that point and couldn't have told you what colour they were if my life depended on it)... and I asked him how old he was... and he did the thing that I just hate... asked me how old I thought he was... now usually I suck at this game, but having seen him in proper light I took a stab and said 27... he said close, so I said it was between 25 and 29 definitely... turns out he's 26... so my prediction last week about him being in his mid or late 20's was pretty much spot on.

Anyway, after all the "time out", I eventually made it back down to the steamroom again, and Marc was in the corner, but I didn't realise it at the time, and there ended up being a guy sitting on the top row of the steps... bleacher... seats... I know there should be a word for the built in thingies that go all around the room, but it's after 2am now, and my brain isn't working so good... sorry... where was I... oh yeah... there was a guy sitting between us... plus there was an interesting show going on to the right of me, so I watched that for a bit... and then Marc ended up playing with someone else... then the guy sitting between us got up and left... so I moved closer and just watched... okay... watched with the occasional assistance of my hands (yeah... just my hands... I'm pretty sure)... to make a long story short (and, yes, I'm aware it's a bit late for that), I watched someone else get him off (although technically he got himself off I suppose) before I went for a dip in the pool and he (and I think his playmate/s) hit the showers...

By this point I was thinking that I was kind of over the whole sauna experience, so when I got out of the pool and grabbed my towel from the entrance to the steamroom, I just took my time and kind of hung out there, knowing that Marc would have to come back to get his towel, so I could say, look, I'm done, lemme give you my number and them I'm Audi... but because he took longer than I expected and I was basically in the way for people going into the steamroom, I ended up sitting just outside the doorway, and he came over and toweled off and we started chatting... he was being somewhere between cocky (again, pun at reader's discretion) and mysterious... a little like the "I know" comment earlier (and after I'd found out his age, I told him I was 32, and he just said "I know" again... but he was possibly just messing with me that time)... but he stopped himself at one point, and did a mental backflip and said something about not usually sounding so much like he's up himself... and he came and sat down next to me.

He asked me again what my star sign was, and I told him... again... and this time he said he thought I might have been a Taurus, but I wasn't stubborn enough... to which I replied "You've only seen me here", which got a chuckle. Anyway, for reasons best known to those parts of the Universe in charge of these things, I geeked out a little again, and told him that I didn't think I had any Taurus in my chart, and shared what I did remember about my star chart (Moon in Sagittarius, couple of things other than my Sun in Pisces, that kind of thing), and we were just off and running... my torment of J's ex got a mention, although I don't remember why exactly... then he said he wanted to go and have a smoke (yeah, I know, big point off from his overall score) and did I want to come with... naturally I said yes and we went back to the locker room so he could get a cancerstick, so I gave him one of my photography business cards (although my photography isn't technically a business... but...) while we were in there, and he put my number in his phone, which is a good start.

I'd kind of twigged to it while we were chatting inside, but when we were outside I realised that the Universe was essentially fucking with me... again...

Marc is... well, call it what you will... psychic... talented... special... aware... whatever... but once again either the Universe has called him into my life FOR me because I'm ready to take whatever that next step is in my journey... or else I asked the Universe for, if not him, then SOMETHING... and it steered me to the sauna last Sunday (well, the Universe and my gonads)...

He reminds me a little of Ludo... Lownee's other half and my former best friend and housemate... in fact, there were a couple of things that he said that really set off the Ludo vibe in my head... but the good Ludo... the Ludo that I originally met... not the later jealous, stupid, childish, selfish Ludo...

After he had his cancerstick, we ended up going back inside and sitting on the couches in the teevee room and talking for at least an hour... I told him the "Everything happens for a reason" story... and I actually told him the two stories that precede it (although not in order)... the ones I haven't been able to put into words (on "paper") well enough to blog about... YET... although I think, having explained them to him without going into a metric ton of backstory I might have a better chance at blogging them in the not too distant future.

He told me a bunch of stuff too... from the sounds of things, he has to either be on the same path, but a little ahead of me, or he might be on a completely different path, but in the same specific neighbourhood... I can't work out whether he's supposed to teach me some stuff or I'm supposed to Mentor him... maybe it's like with J... equal parts of both... but he seems to come into people's lives at the point after I leave... I start them on a spiritual journey, he opens them up to it further and helps them find their path...

Or it could just be that it's just before 3am, and I'm overtired... okay, technically it's just before 2am... because Daylight Savings will kick in in mere minutes, so I should get an extra hour of sleep... although how does that work if you're awake when the clocks go back?

Anyway, after our chat, we both called it a night, went and got changed and left together (after I went and stole a couple of condoms from outside the steamroom since I don't have any in the house)... but he now has my number, and said he will call me... time will tell... but I think it's kind of likely...

Oh, that's so weird... I just noticed that my computer clock sync'ed itself up when 3am rolled around and flicked back an hour... I wasn't sure if it was actually going to do it live or not...

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