Update.

Hi everyone and thanks for the great comments.  It's clear what should happen.

I gave it a lot of thought, and I think I'm holding Amigo back.  His reference about church was a little misleading.  He converted to Mormonism about 10 years ago.  That's essentially why he is here.  He found a nice Mormon family to host him while he attended school.  That only lasted a couple of years,  and he moved out, and rented a room in a house with several other single guys, while continuing school.  Perhaps he did this so he could be a little more comfortable with his sexuality, I'm not entirely sure.

He has been considering asking the family to move back in with them so he can  afford to pay tuition.   Mormons have a strong sense of community and they have a great safety net.  Amigo really believes the Mormon (religious and spiritual) stuff, but of course it's hard because he has realized he is gay.  You CAN be gay and be a Mormon.  You CANNOT  be a good Mormon and continue to have gay sex.

This is a great source of conflict for Amigo, I am sure.

If he moves back to the family, he would be expected to go to church every Sunday.  This would be an end to our Saturday night sleep overs.

Several hours after my last blog post, Amigo sent me another e-mail:

We should talk about it. I'm so busy this week, but we will talk about this face to face. 

No worries you're amazing guy!!!

Sent from my iPhone

And so I replied with a long, two-page letter I had composed, BEFORE I left for California.  I basically outlined my feelings, my expectations, and my fears.  Summed up, it basically said, we had little hope for a future together, but it's fun for now if you want to continue.

After Amigo read the long winded and probably incomprehensible diatribe I wrote (in English unfortunately) he e-mailed back the following:

Thanks for you honesty in this email, I could see something that I have ready seem in you before. You are wonderful guy and I think that we could get a great life together, but I am Mexican and early or lately I should go back my country. My fault is not born in this country!!! 

Let go to talk Saturday!!!! 

Amigo!!! 


Again, I'm not entirely sure what he's trying to say, but I think I get the gist of it.

I arrived home last nigh.  Oddly enough, a cute nerdy self-proclaimed "Otter" kid, from Grindr offered to pick me up from the airport.

(huge side track here;  The Otter kid, is a recent college graduate, into silver daddies I guess, and loves to cuddle.  He's got a great body,  and cuddling for cuddling sake isn't really my thing, but damn, he's so hot, and I love stroking his soft furry chest and groin!  AND, although he won't do anything but hand jobs to me, he lets me suck him off.  And it's great by the way.  He is actually Dude 412)

Back to the main Drama:

Amigo sent me a text last night welcoming me home.  I didn't respond.  An hour later, at 8PM another text saying "I done with my classes for today!!! It too late."

Now I'm not sure if he meant that it was late in general, or his classes sure do go late, or "it's too late to come and visit you tonight."

(Earlier in the week, before all of the DRAMA, I had asked him to come to my house the night I arrived so we could celebrate my return.  A nice fuck and sleep over were implied)

So, I responded to his texts this morning:

Good Morning Amigo.

I got your texts last night.   I made it back home with no problem.  I had a change of planes in Phoenix, but it was easy.  I got home in the afternoon.

Do you still want to get together on Saturday to talk face to face?

I think meeting for lunch might be a good idea.

Let me know.

His Response:

Good morning (Endearing Spanish Term Removed), 

I'm even interested about you. My feeling are a little be confuse, but there are many things in my mind right now. I hope that we can keep together. I would love see you tonight and figure out a solution together. 

Let me know!!!

Sent from my iPhone

So, I'm going to wait, and let him know that a sleep over tonight is NOT in the cards, and we should talk face to face.  I would like to tell him it's time to take a break, but I'm hoping maybe that's what he will tell me, and then I can just agree.  By the sounds of it though, I think he's going to make it difficult, and not want the clean break.

I hate to keep doing this by e-mail, so maybe we can get together before Saturday and do our face to face.  I also hate to string him along, but also don't want to cause him grief and drama during the school week, as he already has enough on his mind.