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Chalk up another relationship to meeting in a gay bar!

Actually, there’s more to it than that. One of my friends hooked up with one of Tom’s friends, and when we all met up in a gay bar a new group of friends was formed. Initially I thought of Tom as just a friend, even going so far as to attempt to set him up with other single friends of mine. I didn't know that Tom had already developed a crush on me but was too intimidated (by me?!) to ask me out. So we remained friends for about a year until one day something just clicked between us (we were on the train headed to a Van Halen concert), and the rest is history. It’s been over 10 years now and we haven’t killed each other yet!

David
 
I was starting to feel old and left out reading all these stories of love and foreverness. Then I remembered my best friend. My right hand and I have been together every since I can remember. It wasn't until I was about 11 or 12 years old that I realized the righty was good for other things besides doing spelling words and picking my nose.

Though my right hand is often competitive with lefty, it is righty that is there for me when I need affection. Save for a terrible accident, I look for righty and I to be together until death.

For my emotional love, I have had several in my life. Most of them Siamese. I lost Natasha 10 years ago at Christmas time, and Baby Kitty just last year. I have one cat, Siamese, now that sleeps on my pillow and licks my hair. She was a Petsmart animal rescue. Had I not been emotionally needy at the time, as I had just lost Natasha, I don't know if I would have allowed someone with this much baggage to come home with me. She shreads the furniture, yells all night and sleeps all day. Yea, she's pretty much all I had dreamed of.

Oh Golly after writing this I feel like more of a loser than before. At least I chuckled a bit, I hope you do to.
 
Cinderella is a MYTH and a FAIRY-TALE. It is intended to str

~GOD!!!!!!!
Now I am REALLY DEPRESSED!!!! Not to mention sick to my stomach, now I have to go cry, and curse God, for all that he has not given me....

LOL. Really?

AIDS. HERPES, POLIO, a disfiguring accident, dementia, mental illness (well more than the little bit of insanity we ALL get!) etc., etc., etc.

Oh honey be careful what you wish for. I have a long-time friend was was just "airy-fairy life-is a Cinderella-story, I need a man to be complete, yada yada yada, head-in-the-clouds idealist" First relationship and the other guy cheats like the devil, has cleaned him out financially, won't move out (of the apt. my friend owns) won't lift a finger to help around the house financially or with housework.

I think he gets that the world really doent revolve around him and in a reltaionship it takes two giving 100% Now you see how being with antother brings happiness, completeness and fulfillment?

1- No one else in life can make you happy; that is YOUR job.

2- Have you made yourself into the person YOU would date and be interested in?

THANK YOU G-D FOR EVERYTHNG I HAVE AND EVERYTHNG I DON'T HAVE. AMEN!

Aa a gay man, do yourself a favor and get your @$$ out of the south, out of a small town and into somewhere more gay-friendly. There are entire clubs of admirers of big-boned real men!

and remember what you give you get. If one believes life is awful, it is!

TOO MUCH SAID.
We all love you, now go love yourself!

:-)
 
No Mr. Right yet

My first Mr. Right lasted 11 years. Unfortunately he turned into his real persona - Satan! So for the last 7 years, I've been single. I dated a couple guys but nothing long lasting. I really didn't want another relationship again. While I've been single, I've sowed my wild oats. I get hit online a lot (not that I'm bragging - I have no vanity) and about 1.5 years ago, I started chatting and talking to a guy in Wisconsin. He's really a great guy. While my Dad was ill and up untill his death, he called me almost daily to check on me. Since my father's passing he's still calling me every day. In a perfect world I would love for him to be with me in my house but it may not happen due to his need to work again after retiring in June. I'm not giving up though anything is possible. I think love finds you when you least expect it. So I'm keeping my expectation low. LOL

Joe
jamman_98
 
It'll be 26 years come this January 1st for us. It was my 3rd birthday or some other intenational event that happens at that time of the year every year. Anyways, having exhausted myself the evening prior rather than make my way home crawling I opted to stay the night over with some close friends. On the afternoon of the 1st we were sitting around their kitchen table nattering when I decided to take a nap. I awoke a short while later and returned to said kitchen whereupon the most handsomest of men was now sitting regaling my friends about something or t'other. As the evening progressed we all slid into this big white Marquis and headed downtown to the clubs for another near allnighter and that was how we met.
 
To all who have said

"you have to be happy with yourself and you have to be complete yourself before you can have a partner" Well news flash i am happy with myself, that is what most people miss and fail to see, i am complete with my self, i just desire some one to share all my qualities and happiness with. Oh and by the way i got this nasty email from a Bob Bobby saying this

First of all, Automatic Washer.org is a web site for people to talk about washing machines, it is not a place to come and bitch about your life. It's uncalled for, and NO ONE gives a fuck about your problems concerning your love life (or lack there of as it seems). Seriously there are 3 billion men on this planet, one of them is for you. PLEASE TAKE YOUR SHIT SOMEWHERE ELSE, WE ARE ALL SICK OF IT. -from those who care

Those are the kinds i hate. I am here to vent not to bitch and complain, i am sure there are others out there like me.
 
Bob of Hollywood I assume?

Or should I say Bundtbitch?!? Ignore her. She is a BITTER old Betty who gets off on kicking others, especially when they are down. Jons1077, GadgetGary, myself and even our dear webmaster have been victims of her tirades and abuse. She ain't worth your time honey and she doesn't speak for AW.org, only Robert does.. AND that is why she was BANNED from this club.

Btw..Bob, Don't waste your time emailing me again because I have a spam filter and you are filed under JUNK MAIL.

Have a lovely night! =)
 
Met at work

I accepted an asistant professor position here at Cal State Northriege in 1997, a few years after the earthquake. In fact the first couple of years my office was in a trailer as was much of the campus. One of my initial responsibilities was coordinating the gerontology program. As the coordinator, I did the advising and supervised internships. The second month I was there I was advising a class an noticed a handome latino. A couple of months later, he stopped by my office for some routine advising. He stopped by three weeks in a row and suddenly I realized this guy is too intelligent to keep asking these type of questions. After playing the name game and where do you go out and how do you spend your time. This lead to him showing up at my sunday night hangout (Rawhide - country western dancing). After a couple of slow dances, I realized that the MD I was dating was not as nearly as exciting as my new friend. He showed up at my office again and I gave hime my number. After class that evening he called and came over. We have been together since (11 years). The DR got the boot in less than two weeks.

The basis of the relationship. Originally, amazingly passionate and hot sex. Over time, a deep connection and commuunication and acceptance of each other for both our good and bad traits. We were both 34 at the time and had several relationships previously, but neither of us had anything like this. When you find Mr Right, you know it!!!
 
JasonL, Helen got a good catch too, I still remember your generosity, of the convention DVD, and how nice it was to meet you in person. Hey Happy Holidays to you and Helen. Ever hear from Todd? arthur
 
Lee,

You definitely are not alone, tho', at times, dear, you do remind me of myself. Even my very straight dad occasionally will comment, 'would you like a serving of whine with that? It would go so very well at your pity party."
Forgive my curiosity, but are there gay couples in your neck of the woods? If there are none, then, yup, time to move. Some parts of the US are just not fit for human habitation.
Back when I was single, I don't know how often people offered to fix me up on dates with their brothers, cousins, room-mates (the real kind, not the live-in-lover kind), friends...but then, I do volunteer work, so I get to meet a lot of nice people.
You aren't going to find anything but nasty, spiteful, hateful bitchy queens at the clubs and bars. OK, there are exceptions, but that is why they are called exceptions. You'd have better luck at a genuine gay sauna or bathhouse, '70's style. The bitches who hang out in bars are there for a reason. But the nice gay men are the ones out doing things.
As for past members, well, I personally think it best to just plain not talk about them. The killer queens are a pain, but easy to ignore, they're just compensating for not having a life by pretending to be important here. The real whack jobs, the ones who denounce people to the FBI or attack people viciously like Bob, well, that's why they're whack-jobs...you don't argue with a rabid dog, you don't try to reason with a rattlesnake with a belly-ache...you just put your hands together, lift those 2" eyelashes to the sky and, careful not to streak your mascara, ask "How long, lord, How long?"
Besides, there is a danger in being too nasty.
Sorry, darling, was just channeling a bit there.
Look, Lee - what are you doing for your community? Lots of rallies coming up these next few days, a great opportunity to meet lots and lots of men and women who are out there fighting for our rights. How about joining them?
 
My turn...

I met Chris on line over a year ago. Many months of chatting on line and finding out more about each other. He called on the phone in May, and then met in person this june, and we got Married legally last month (Oct 25th) in Vancouver B.C. We both have serious love for each other AND our Appliances!!
He's my soulmate. My dream come true.

Rich
 
and the photo of Powerfin64 and Bendixbubba

the only thing Rich forgot was our photo..here we are the day of the wedding.

11-13-2008-22-00-12--bendixbubba.jpg
 
Thank you Bob

We've had some wonderful chats, and I really enjoyed them. your the one that got me to join AW.org!
We had a small but wonderful wedding. Had ALOT of food that chris made, and chris's belt drive Maytag dishwasher got loaded to the max! Cleaned awesome, as expected.
Other than Chris and myself nerves being a bit frazzled, we had a great time with our friends that attended.

Chris and Rich
 
awwwwww Pete......the long gone Shaggy Horse. A dump of a place but some of the most fun I ever had here. Were you the guy out back on the loading dock?
 
I am thrilled to see so many wonderful stories about how all of you met your love. I am amazed with this web site how much we all have in common – appliances washers! Gosh, when I was in my teens, I had no idea there would be other people with the same passion for appliances as I do. Heck, growing up as an Italian and Catholic in a small redneck town – being gay or closeted gay was not a good experience. There were so many nights I slept alone in my parents house dreaming for a man to sleep next to me in his arms. The pillow next to me was him and years later the pillow became a man. I am so lucky to meet my man.

My short story about my true love may be long as it started about 5 years ago after a 7 year relationship that ended with lots of pain. I was chatting on the Internet and met many interesting men. Some were just looking for sex. I had begun chatting to a guy. He spoke fluent Italian, which caught my interest, as I was half-Italian. I had always dreamt of having someone in my life who could speak my mother tongue. A week after I talked to him, we decided to meet at a local coffee village. I didn’t know what he looked like; I had only a description. I thought of canceling, thinking it too soon after my break up to meet other men, but something told me to meet him.

I walked into the coffee shop and looked around. All of sudden, there he was. We were both relieved. I wasn’t sure whom I was meeting and was afraid he would be nothing like what he had said on the chat. As we walked down the street to the ocean, I admired his ability to connect with strangers. He went out of his way to comment on women’s clothing—how nice it looked on them—and opened conversations with strangers. He seemed happy and playful. We reached the end of the street and noticed a skydiver in distress. I called 911, and emergency vehicles arrived. The skydiver was rescued, and we continued our walk to the park.

I think I complained too much about my ex on that first date, but we were connecting. He was genuinely interested in me, and eventually, we kissed. I couldn’t understand why he was still single. He had many wonderful qualities. I was cold, so we decided to go to his place to warm up. I was a bit overwhelmed. At his apartment, I admired his taste in furniture. His place was like a clubhouse, with many unique antique pieces, but it had a lived-in, comfortable feeling – yet no dishwasher, washer/dryer and microwave! We looked at each other again and went to his bedroom. He reminded me how it felt to be desired. We looked at each other, and the butterflies in my stomach reached unspeakable levels. His body pressed against mine; my internal juices flowed mighty fast. I didn’t know what we would do next—it was the lust of anticipation. Going to his bedroom was like reading a mystery novel—what was going to happen?

We walked across the worn hardwood floors to his antique double sleigh bed. The flannel sheets looked welcoming and warm. He pulled off my t-shirt, started kissing my nipples, and massaged my crotch. I put my hands under his shirt and started to rub his hairy chest. I was feeling wonderfully connected and secure. The warmth of his hairy, firm, muscular chest against mine was soothing and erotic. I felt his firm lats and biceps; it was obvious he worked out. His legs were perfect—smooth and muscular. He was perfect. I didn't want the night to end. It was like a fantasy.

2 years later we legally married and I am very lucky man to have him in my life! He does support me with my appliance fetish. There is always hope and dreams can come true when you think positive.

Bob
 

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