Did you get lost in the foam? Or, might I ask, did you lose your innocence in the foam? If you didn’t make it to the SpinCycleRinse foam party at Rich’s on Thanksgiving weekend, you missed out! The club was packed with boys (and a few of their female friends), the clothes were minimal and the energy was hot. I even caught a glimpse of a slightly inebriated but incredibly well-endowed hottie changing out of his foam gear into his street clothes in plain view. I certainly gave him more than a glimpse. The foam party crew is taking a few months off, but will be back in May with the next one. Check out www.spincyclerinse.com for updates.

Have you ever run into the guys you chat with online when you are out and about in the bars and clubs? As often as you may chat with these men online, it’s not always easy to say hi when you are confronted with them face to face. For me, it’s usually quite awkward and ends up with a quick glance and pass. No acknowledgement of the person whatsoever. But then what do you say to such a person? “Hey HungJock82, it’s me, Barfly9inches.” I’m bad with names and don’t want to offend or embarrass anyone by referring to them by their screen name, so it’s usually just easier to practice avoidance. I guess I’m also somewhat ashamed to admit that I occasionally partake in the Adam4Adam or Gay.com chat, so I deny the existence of anyone I may see who I have encountered from one of those sites.

Recently, a couple friends and I decided to do a little Saturday night bar hopping. We went to four different places, and I felt like such an Internet whore. I must have seen 10 guys from online. We started out the evening at Bourbon Street. This is always a fun bar to hang out on the patio and watch the various guys come and go. Immediately upon entering Bourbon Street, I saw a guy who looked very familiar sitting at the front bar. During the 30 seconds it took to walk from the front door past the bar, my mind was racing, trying to figure out who this boy was. It finally dawned on me – he was “HillcrestBB.” He had initiated chat with me a few times in the past, but I remembered why I stopped chatting with him. You see, I never asked, but I kind of figured what the “BB” in his screen name meant. I know it didn’t mean “barback” because under occupation it said he was in the medical profession. I was certain it didn’t mean Blockbuster either… so I could only assume that “BB” meant something sexual, and I’m just not into that. Exhibiting a characteristic I hate in other people, I walked by him with just glance and moved on. Only later did someone tell me BB could also mean “bodybuilder.”

We drove over to Bacchus House next. Saturdays are “4” the guys at this North Park bar, so we went over to hang out a bit. Saturday night cover is only $4 (before 1:00 a.m.), and the tall Absolut drinks and Heinekens are also just $4 each. Even though the crowd was relatively small, I still managed to run into yet another chat buddy. To complicate matters, this guy was one of the very few that I had flaked on – twice. Again, I couldn’t remember his real name, but how could I forget the online alias “HungNHungry”? He saw me walk in the door, gave me a glare and turned back to his group of friends. My friends and I sat at the bar and enjoyed ourselves for a while until I needed to use the bathroom. Well, “Hung” was sitting right by the bathroom door. As I walked into the bathroom he and his friends just stared at me. When I walked out a minute later, he said, “Hey, Benny.” I was like, “Hey Huuu… uhhh… dude… how are you?” He noticed my stumble and replied, “Oh, I see, first you don’t show up and then you can’t even remember my name.”

He was just testing me because as I started to mumble and ramble some long excuse, he laughed and said he was just kidding, extended his hand and said, “Nice to finally meet you.” He certainly was “hungry,” as he gave me his phone number again and asked me to call him later that night. I never found out how hung he was because I flaked again and never made the call.

After some time at Bacchus House, we headed over to Numbers. Of course, Numbers is the big place to be on Saturday nights, and we joined the crowd. A couple of my friends headed to the HiNRG dance room, while one of my friends and I decided that hip-hop was our thing for the evening. I made eyes with about four different guys who I recalled chatting with before. Most of them looked better in their photos, so it was a bit disappointing. A word to the wise: Put up recent pics when you create online profiles. About an hour into it, I ran into a guy I met online that I had about three dates with (do we still call them dates?). We both had accompanied our smoker friends to the smoking patio and struck up a conversation since we seemed to be the only two non-smokers. Of course, I could only remember that he was “ItalianStallion81,” but it didn’t seem necessary to use his name, so I got by just fine. We chatted, reminisced about our three dates and then he asked, somewhat jokingly, why we never had sex. I didn’t know, but he told me that his roommates were out of town and that I could call him around 2:00 a.m. Flake!

Finally, we ended the night at Club Montage. I was determined to not run into anyone else from online. I already had two standing offers for that evening and just wanted to dance. You see, the more people I run into from the Internet, the more I realize that I might be spending too much time online. As always, Montage was hot, the DJ was amazing and the crowd was full of energy. I didn’t run into anyone else from online, but I saw an ex-boyfriend. That certainly put a damper on the evening, but I still had a great time. After a couple of hours at Montage, I went home and, yes, jumped back online. And there they all were, “Italian,” “Hungry” and “BB.” There really is no moral to the story, except that some of us spend way too much time online! Please always be safe when playing online!