"You deserve bad kharma"

Flashback to about a dozen years ago when I first saw him looking hot as fuck on the dance floor in a baseball t and a Yankees cap, my friend whispering in my ear, "Juan sucked him off," and me throwing wood picturing him getting head.  Then here I am in my car, glancing at my email and thinking, "What the fuck?"

My buds and I used to frequent this one bar on Thursday nights and he was almost always there.  Back then, I was a bit too shy to make any move but I always admired from afar.  Always with a cap on and always with a baseball t or a baseball jersey.  A beer in fist.  Shuffling his feet from side to side a bit awkwardly but still looking masculine and confident being alone amongst a group of guys on the dance floor.

Several year later, when I lived in the valley, I stumbled upon him on adam4adam.  We hooked up about two or three times.  Each time was pretty much the same.  He didn't really want to kiss and I didn't press because he reeked of alcohol.  He gave sloppy head, with sloppy being the drunk variety where he didn't watch his teeth and not the sloppy/slimy ones I like from face fucking and making a guy gag.  And I'd be a bit freaked out in his room (hopefully, it was just a guest bedroom) with a huge cross hanging over the bed and the springs of a twin bed, appropriately modest for a monastary maybe, digging into my knees while my covered cock was buried deep inside him.  Too deep.  It was a bit messy afterwards.  But I still kept on coming back because that image of him on the dance floor always pulled me through.

So back to present day.  I was just about to head home from a party in Orange County and since Long Beach was on the way through, I quickly browsed the Craigslist ads to see if I could set something up for a detour home.  I found one where the guy noted he was into asians.  Well, I'm probably playing that down a bit.  The title for his ad was "Into Asian - 32 (Long Beach)" so he kinda sounded like a rice queen.  Of course, I hit him up and it turned out to be baseball guy from the valley.  I hit the road shortly after I sent the email and (yes, i know, emailing and driving isn't a good idea but I swear I use the voice recognition functions to type...  most of the time) I went from horniness (me sending out the response to his ad), anticipation (when he takes the bait and replies back), surprise (when I realized we've met before), deflated ('cause he was too far off my route home to make it work), and finally puzzled (when he unleases a torrent of abusive emails).

And this all happened within a space of about 20 mins.  Here's a synopsis (not always exact words, but you get the idea):

Me: Interested in your ad, on my way through via fwy, here's a body pic and stats
Him: Nice, here's my body pic for your face pic.  Whatcha into?
Me: I'm a top and here's my face pic
Him: I want you in me and here's my face pic.
Me: Hey!  We met before back in the valley.  Where you at now?
Him: Here's my address
Me: Damn!  That's too far for me for today, wanna hook up some other time?
Him: Fuck you dude.
[Pause]
Him: Please come over? I'm not far from the fwy
Me (feeling bad and wondering if I strung him along): Sorry, but short on time.  Raincheck?
Him: Fuck you
Him: Rants
Him: I don't even remember you
Him: Are you hooking up with someone else?
Him: I've fucked hundreds of guys (I guess he was implying here that I was a time waster and a guy that's going to be alone jerking off to fantasies since I wasn't turning him down for a different guy...  Despite the fact that we've already hooked up a few times in the past)
Him: Fuck you
Him: I wish you bad luck
Him: You deserve bad kharma

Wow.  What. The. Fuck.

I felt kinda bad and was wondering if I was indeed a time waster, so when I got home I re-read the emails and I thought I was pretty up front about what I was looking for any my constraints.  Yeah, I didn't jump into the dealbreaker question (where exactly are you) but I don't think people would even divulge that information until a mutual attraction is established.  And really, it wasn't as if I was stringing him along over the course of hours.  It was literally within 20 minutes.  I checked the timestamps!  It was just that the first two emails happened rapid fire because I was still on foot.  When I hit the road, it got progressively longer, so it might have seemed like I was stalling.

Eh, I'm kinda glad it didn't work out.  It sounds like he was a mess.  But just like the times we actually met, I still can't drop that image of that sexy kid with the baseball t.