1. I got off at work at 11:30PM last night and it was good because there was no traffic and my usual 30 minute drive took 15!! Though my eyes were bleeding because I was staring at the screen so much.
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1. I got off at work at 11:30PM last night and it was good because there was no traffic and my usual 30 minute drive took 15!! Though my eyes were bleeding because I was staring at the screen so much.

I think I outed myself to my everyone when I was the only guy dancing.... and singing along... and screaming "I love you Britney"
LOL! Everyone on the ground floor had their camera out! 
Seriously, I am proud. Yeah Berkeley Gay Asian Community. Please stay united and support one another.
LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE!!!
These are the most interesting keyword searches that lead to my blog:
i want to eat gay asian shit
i am awkward berkeley
how to hook up with friends at a party
It makes me wonder what I'm really writing about and what sort of advice am I giving.
Hmmm.
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Two keyword searches that caught me off guard:
"christopho west hollywood"
Hmm someone is stalking me. Yay!
and
"site:http://letopho.blogspot.com kevin"
Someone is interested in all my entries about "kevin." Very strange as there isn't a Kevin that's consistent in my life.
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Stole this from Cakalusa:
hyuck hyuck. Almost as funny as YouTwitFace
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"I'm the Asian!"
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Shout out to Kitoshi for @ing my blog in his twitter. Nicccceeeeee
Three dates, in Gay Time... we are have been dating for a month.
After three dates, I've established that we are going at warp speed. I think it's a gay thing to rush into something... but it's also a gay thing to be uncommunicative and noncommittal. Maybe it's not a gay thing, but rather... a guy thing... and the formal is a girl thing? But these are just my own notions of how particular genders are supposed to behave... Yada yada.
Needless Infatuation of Meat Heads
We spent a day at the beach together and he taught me how to boogy board properly at Huntington Beach. Huntington Beach is loaded with guys with beautiful bodies. He seemed to be obsessed particularly with White guys with hot bodies, I stubbornly suggested that there is nothing interesting about someone so vanilla. And this infatuation with white dudes obviously makes him feel inadequate as a short Asian man who will never be as "beautiful and blond."
He agreed, in a way, and told me about a time he tried to talk to one of them and had a hard time extracting substance. What I'm trying to say is that- sure it's nice to look at: beef cake maddness, but I think cute face/personality trumps hot body and douchey white boys from the OC who are "hot" on the outside won't do it for me baby. I'm over feeling inadequate because I don't have an overrated six pack (says the fat kid who keeps eating out). Plus.. their large muscley bodies would consume mine... no thank you, I'd like to fit into your arms properly and not feel like something you can just put in your pocket.
Pudge is the new Six Pack.
Sleeping Over
The other night at 12:30am, he abruptly got out of my bed and said, "I'm sorry, I need to sleep in my own bed." Slightly offended, I didn't try to keep him. Compared to my modest lifestyle in a poorly insulated attic, his catalogue style furnished apartment looks like a model home with a immaculate bed with throw pillows. Why WOULD you sleep anywhere else? His defense, "I guess I'm not used to sleep over at other boys' place" was a nice recovery.
So, I slept over at his place last night and he told me that he slept better with me there in his extravagant bed that has a boxspring among other things that I wouldn't put money on.
I've made him selfconscious about the way he swallows my face whole when I go for a kiss. His kiss became unnatural to appease me (which I hated), but eventually, we found a compromise- I realize should have happened naturally.
Checking Others Out
The night before we were at a club and I asked him if he was checking out any guys, he said yes and told me that he felt bad... as if he wasn't allowed to check out anyone else while around me. Poppycock! I responded, "you shouldn't feel bad, you should point them out and we can check them out together." Once again, honesty is the sexiest thing you can offer me. But of course, the guys he selected where white with uninteresting features and ho hum mannerisms. God, give me some color. It makes me wonder if he's really attracted to me.
What I like
He told me that it's important that he dated someone who loves the beach. I raised my hand in excitement. "That's Me!" He invited me over sometime this week so that he can cook me dinner. "I'll be there!" And he told me that he had a really good weekend with me. He asked me what we were very slickly in conversation and I responded, "We're dating...er... seeing each other??? talking... something non-committed." He smiled.... and was surprisingly satisfied with that answer. I think I'm scared of investing all of myself, but he's been the only guy that's kept my interest.
Third date does not equal third base. I'd like to put the breaks on that and cruise for a while... I like him. This is a good steady pace.
What is there to do at the LA County Fair besides...
...watching pirates jump around...
...pet farm animals...
...look at art...
...or eat terrible fried food???
Hmmm.... let me think about that:
PUT YOUR HEAD IN LARGE WOODEN PANELS PAINTED IN WEIRD CHARACTERS AND TAKE PICTUREEEEEEEEEESSSS!! THAT'S WHAT!!!!!










...just being silly with friends. I am easily amused.
We dont' pay for cable, but Mike has a fancy antenna that catches basic and 30 Spanish channels and 4 Vietnamese channels!
What's on TV? The Reality Show "Biggest Loser."
I actually enjoy watching this show while eating pizza, drinking soda and munching on chips... then screaming at the TV, "WORK IT YOU FAT BITCHES!!"
SO good.
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AND CWILF (Coworker I'd like to beFriend) needs to stop flirting with me. I particularly like his choice of pants. .. they fit very well.
YAY to cute Asian boys and the freaky white girls that love them.
So the boy and I have been hitting it off, at a fast, but slow rate.
We had our second date and yes, we got to second base.
And he has definitely got his money's worth with that personal trainer. =X.
He's an amazing chief and made Mango Salsa for my house warming party this weekend. Some boys at the party were hollering and he answered, "i'm actually seeing someone." This took me by surprise, two dates... I guess.. that's "seeing" or is it"talking" or maybe it's "dating."
I called him the other night, but he was busy. Like a school girl I waited by the phone and I realized that I need to slow my roll. I shouldn't act so clinging, so hopeful... so I convinced myself I didn't care and played Smash Brothers with the roommates.
When he called back, we chatted about all the places he wanted to take me. I told him I was making a list and he joked. "So when we complete the list, our relationship ends?" I responded, yes and he said, "then I better keep adding things."
Adorable.
He doesn't give a lot of attention like other guys that I have dated. No text messages or phone calls or anything. It's like, "ill see you when I see you." And his nonchalant method of... dating... leaves wanting more; leaves concerned and thinking too much, but I shouldn't be. This is how normal dating works: You give each other space. And that's important... to be able to remain as inidividuals.
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But the one thing that we need to work on is his kiss. When we kiss, he comes at me like he's about to give me CPR. Great for making out... BUT not when I want simple, cute, quick subtle, clean closed mouth kisses to say hello/goodbye.
I've told him this. And I stop before he devours my face. It's actually quite funny. He comes in slowly then OPENS HIS MOUTH as wide as possible and it's full speed ahead like he's trying to put 300 jumbo marshmellows in his mouth.
It may be an indication that he's only kissed in passion... and not flirtatously. I should spend a day with him working on the closed mouth kiss. Not peck, but like a step above it. I think you know what I mean.
My boys came down to visit me and to get away from the bay.
When the trip was over and they returned home, they told me that they were really glad to be back in the bay. Gee Thanks Guys.
But it’s true. Living in LA is difficult and even with my extensive planning, max efficiency is basically impossible to achieve in a city that’s so spread out and so dense.
The trip started rough: Stuck in traffic for 30 minutes because I didn’t think to check the Hollywood Bowl route and then chasing down the Korean Taco Truck (literally), but failing because the line was way too long and ending up at some random Thai restaurant when we could have gotten something more interesting.
Late to Weho we found ourselves doing a lot of drinking, but not a lot of dancing. In fact, most of the social activity happened in the streets.

I wore my American Apparel white gray striped shirt that everyone seemed to own.
Not exactly the same, but same idea.
Last year, we stayed in the same hotel where MoaNy and I threw up in Pots thick enough to resemble soup. This year, we drank less syrup and more top shelf and with a delightful buzz, I started my squat and pose for pictures trend.


I put my arm around people so their faces become distorted and as a result I become more attractive. Try it.
Somehow we joined some LA boys at a diner. While they shared their apple crisp and side of eggs… my boys ordered Nachos, Pancakes, Chicken Wings, Onion rings… and ate everything.

A banana in Szeto's pants. Yes. And a "spa" the size of a lap pool. Interesting.




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Though, we did eat at some interesting and quick places: Tribal Café by my house and Mario’s Peruvian Seafood. I reminded the boys to lower their expectations and they sang in harmony, “Looooweerrred Expactations” mimicking the MadTV Sketch about dating.
Check out this slut. “Her legs are more open for business than yours Chris!” Dang.. that’s wide!
DAMN GIRL. Looks like she wants to show you HER Peruvian Seafood... Ceviche!
Instead of going to a Foam party in my neighborhood and chancing herpes, we planned to go somewhere that was guaranteed a good time: WeHo.. sigh... again.
The boys made Sangria and we were ready to simply dance and be drunk.


