An Evening Downtown with The Nervous Breakdown
I'm not sure, but I may have made the world a better place last night.
It was down town, somewhere by Union Square, where I had been to the successful launch of a new reading series from The Nervous Breakdown:
After the reading, several folks went down the street to a neighborhood bar which is where I met an attractive young fellow who I estimate was in his early thirties. The conversation was odd at first because he persisted in bringing up sex but we weren't flirting and he wanted me to guess which actors gay men told him he looked like. He was very concerned about what kind of sexuality he projected. He didn't want to seem gay, but he finally admitted he was even though he dates women.
I wound up giving him excellent fashion advice on how to show off his body without looking like a hustler. In the process, he kept flexing his muscles so that I could squeeze them and tell him how strong and buff he was.
People are weird. But it was a pleasant way to pass the time. The drinks were cheap enough so that I was pleasantly tipsy until KMW bought me one more drink. It's always that last drink that causes problems - never the second one. Fortunately, I'm proficient at drinking too much and stayed properly hydrated. I also had some supper before I went to bed, and when I woke up briefly in the night, I remembered to take Advil and drink more water. So no hangover. I hate hangovers.
But a few drinks and silly conversations in some bar downtown is good for a person who has been under stress. The current crisis has passed, and things with Velvet are pretty cozy again.
Today would have been Buzz Kill and my 20th wedding anniversary. That's enough to make a person jumpy. It's also one of life's little ironies that I was giving fashion advice to a fellow who is gay but didn't want to appear gay and still dates women when Buzz Kill's own sexuality has always been a bit of a mystery. The general consensus is that he's straight but is a bottom who needs to be dominated. Just look at his mother, Vagina Dentata:
She wore white to our wedding.
It was down town, somewhere by Union Square, where I had been to the successful launch of a new reading series from The Nervous Breakdown:
After the reading, several folks went down the street to a neighborhood bar which is where I met an attractive young fellow who I estimate was in his early thirties. The conversation was odd at first because he persisted in bringing up sex but we weren't flirting and he wanted me to guess which actors gay men told him he looked like. He was very concerned about what kind of sexuality he projected. He didn't want to seem gay, but he finally admitted he was even though he dates women.
I wound up giving him excellent fashion advice on how to show off his body without looking like a hustler. In the process, he kept flexing his muscles so that I could squeeze them and tell him how strong and buff he was.
People are weird. But it was a pleasant way to pass the time. The drinks were cheap enough so that I was pleasantly tipsy until KMW bought me one more drink. It's always that last drink that causes problems - never the second one. Fortunately, I'm proficient at drinking too much and stayed properly hydrated. I also had some supper before I went to bed, and when I woke up briefly in the night, I remembered to take Advil and drink more water. So no hangover. I hate hangovers.
But a few drinks and silly conversations in some bar downtown is good for a person who has been under stress. The current crisis has passed, and things with Velvet are pretty cozy again.
Today would have been Buzz Kill and my 20th wedding anniversary. That's enough to make a person jumpy. It's also one of life's little ironies that I was giving fashion advice to a fellow who is gay but didn't want to appear gay and still dates women when Buzz Kill's own sexuality has always been a bit of a mystery. The general consensus is that he's straight but is a bottom who needs to be dominated. Just look at his mother, Vagina Dentata:
She wore white to our wedding.
posted by PENolan at
7:32 AM
10 Comments:
you connect the dots of your life life so easily - quite a talent. :-)
good to hear that you and Velvet are cozy again.
and your description of the guy in the bar? delightful.
love to you
gail
peace.....
Fun evening!
My evil former spouse is convinced that he projects Hot Straight Guy, reviles men who look/act gay yet fools no one. On the other hand, my favorite uncle and his long-time partner appear so straight, even their neighbors forget that they're a couple. I don't think there's an answer to this one.
Buzz Kill's going to hate your post.
Some people seem to be Gender Neutral, although they probably wouldn't agree.
We're not out of the woods yet, Gail, but we're on the right path.
I always wonder if one of the blogstalkers is Buzz Kill. If so, I imagine he hates a lot of things.
gee of CrazyLady could get red dye to stick in her hair she'd be the twin to VD. Altho CrazyLady is Very Close to 90 now.
My God, I know Vagina, from 20 years ago or so. OK, not really. I had to make a comment so you wouldn't think my stalking was because I'm Buzz Kill. That's how blog rumors get started.
Good thinking, J, although I wouldn't be surprised if somebody knows her. She got around a bit in her day. As it happens, Fergie, she's 83 now. That photo is old and one of the few I have of her.
And that picture of Vagina Dentata? That's Shirley McClain right? :-)
p.s. my verification word was "ingic"
Oh my gawd, you crack me up. Glad you and Velvet are on better footing. Would you like the phone number of the twenty-something guy who likes to contact me so he can get off over the phone? His "thing" is hearing me describe other men's manhood. Of course, I like you so I won't do that to you. He doesn't get it that I'm serious when I tell him that if he ain't payin', I'm not describin'.
He could come over if he'd promise not to hang around . . .
aw fuck - I missed this.
we must catch up for a proper recap...
xo
k
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