...heh. NYC Marathon was today. So my title is funny. But not what I meant.
I'm going to Brooklyn to the convention that totally snuck up on me this year. I've been sick like dog for the past two days, and I cancelled all of yesterday's appointments, and this mornings'. And I had this afternoon's cancel on me, so I was suddenly freed up.
Freed up to go to this Brooklyn convention.
Which just happens to be the place I saw THIS GUY (pictured).
Which is right now the absolute only reason I'm going back to this place.
So I wanted to say that yes, if I find this guy today, I'm going to talk to him and see what's what.
And if he's gay, and available, and likes me, then I am ready to tear the door off my closet and get on with My Life As A Gay Man.
Otherwise, it'll be business as usual, which I will be blogging about undoubtedly. Just not as much.
Wish me luck.
Byeee..!
Hiiiiyeee....!
Well, romantically, it was a bust. I haven't seen the Dream Hunk since the last Brooklyn Convention, despite all the conventions I've been to between then and now. He's gone. Practically forever, as far as I need to be concerned. It was already a big chance that someone as gorgeous as him would be 1) single 2)available 3)gay and 4)attracted to me. I interpreted those looks he kept giving me as a 'come hither' glance, but whatever. Even if he wanted me then, I wasn't really ready. A year later I think I am, but I'm probably not really. I mean, I'm like a teenage girl holding out for Brad Pitt to leave Angelina. Foolish. Picky and foolish. (For the record, Brad Pitt is not my type. Too much lip-meat.)
Anyway.
Still nothing.
Wait, a little something ... my First Man Date reached out to me again a few days ago and I didn't respond. Prolly because I want this all to go away and I do want to retreat into my shell. Which is what he suspects. And you see, the 'want to' is very powerful. Like every one of my female dates/girlfriends have done, I need one of these gorgeous hunky men to approach me. And for that to happen, I have to be where they are. Which means a gay bar, which I've learned exists within walking distance. Or a gay society club. Or ... whatever. This is just ridiculous. Stupid stupid stupid.
Whatever.
2 comments:
Sorry about missing out on the Dream Hunk. Hopefully there's another dream hunk in your future.
Checking in on ya to see how things are!!! I sure would love to see your ship come barreling in and soon! Will be hoping, and wishing...and praying...LOL, as the song goes!!!
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