i will sooo miss the el cajon 24-hour fitness and personal bathhouse. they are moving to their new place on main street and i would bet the spa area will be made co-ed.
i WON’T miss the creepy straight guys who do things like abrade their heels and soles and leave the skin shavings on the floor of the locker room. really??? ugh.
still – i braved the speedtraps and straight folk of el cajon and i went back again and had an intriguing evening among the trolls. i did some cardio (a change from my habits of late) and then went to the sauna. in the shower, i saw an ugly troll with an enormous dick. since the night before i’d ended up with the first guy i saw there, i suspected i would end up with big troll dick tonight, but resolved to be patient.
it worked. a shorter guy with a fantastic chest and stomach came in. he looked vaguely white or barely latino – i couldn’t tell. very pointed features – almost elfin. i couldn’t tell if he was gay. my patented Nonchalant Crotch-Rub didn’t seem to interest him, so i resigned myself to the troll and his club.
after the steam room, i showered off and the elf came and showered next to me. he looked at my speedo, and i nonchalantly pulled it forward – because that’s how i ALWAYS shower, by pulling my swimsuit out and sticking my soapy hand in and rubbing. that’s completely normal.
he did the same. that triggered a 45 minute back-and-forth as we went from jacuzzi to steam room to sauna, avoiding the troll and his club, and the lackadaisical shower troll, who took about 15 minutes to shave in the shower.
finally, the elf and i sucked each other off – he had a huge elfin club of his own. he was from nyc, and thought san diego was “too busy” (wtf?) but i gave him my number. he probably won’t call, but he was a fun surprise as we count down to the end of the fairy wonderland that is the el cajon 24 hour fitness 
mr. chicago update:
as windy and cold as it was in san diego last night, no wind blew from the heartland. no calls, no updates. i keep thinking i will call him, but that is pointless.
carb watch:
much better this week, though i did eat a lot of unused cake pieces from the ornament cake i baked …
song lyric of the day:
Why do you tend to forget whose vain?
I’m tired of crying at the sound of your name
Why don’t we turn this around, love aint the enemy
Don’t you want to be lost then found?
Lost Then Found – Leona Lewis
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