I swear that I was the main character in a new episode of the Twilight Zone. Three of my distinctly different universes collided within three hours of one another.
Universe number 1 – I’ve been a single gal for some time now, mostly by choice. I’ve needed time – a lot of time – to get over my ex. And I must say that in all truth, that I’m not completely over her, but I understand what happened oh so many years ago, and I’m ok that she is seeing someone else who treats her well. She’s happy and that matters to me. So, realizing that it’s time I can begin to search for a mate, I sign up on match.com. Now, I’m no Jennifer Garner, but I can be cute at times, and my intelligence and sense of humor make up for my shortcomings in the looks department. Besides, my ex told me that she became attracted to me because of my charm – and think of her as a younger Catherine Zeta Jones meets Sandra Bullock – really! She’s gorgeous, and has the brains to back it up. Anyhow, so I’m cruising the website, checking out photos and statements of people in my area. I find about a dozen or so potential candidates. Narrow it down to one. So I drop an email to her, comment on our mutual likes, and drop some flattery about her smile. I wait for a response…. 5 days pass and finally an answer : “Hi….. thanks for the very kind and flattering note. You obviously took an interest in my profile and it does appear that we have quite a bit in common. I’m sure that I come across much better on paper, to be truthful, I’m quite picky and opinionated. For those reasons… I have to let you know that I cannot return the interest, I hope that you will understand. Good luck with your search and I hope that you find someone soon.” Bummer. On to plan B….
Universe number 2 – I love gay men and make over shows. Thus I adore watching the new smash on Bravo “Queer Eye For The Straight Guy”. What a fun and enlightening hour of TV. Jozjozjoz, Yoshi and I watch it religiously together every Tuesday. I suggest you do too!
Universe number 3 – I was a jock in high school. I met and hung out with one of my teammates who I found absolutely adorable. Big dimples when she smiled. I followed her around like a lovesick puppy dog for ½ a year. I also had a “white trailer trash” neighbor who I hung out with when I was bored. I was always prodded with questions if my friend “crush” was gay. I never ever said anything about it, but my neighbor and her even bigger “white trailer trash” friend spread rumors about my “crush” being gay around school, and attributed it to me. Needless to say, for some reason, people thought the rumor was true (that I had spread the word) and neither my “crush” nor coach believed me. I called to tell my “crush” that I never said that, and they made it up (because they were jealous of my “crush” being one of the best athletes in school). From then on, I was pretty much exiled to my own island the rest of the time in high school by my “crush” and coach.
So Saturday night my friend decided it was time for me to get back into the game. We headed out to Santa Monica Blvd. to take in the last hours of sunlight, a cold beverage, and human scenery on the patio at the Abbey. But first I had to go and get some cash from the ATM. As we were on our way, we were accosted in front of the Weho hot spot “Here”. Two fabulous gay men grabbed us and said, “our friend is bartending and we need some women, come in and I’ll buy you some drinks”. Normally I wouldn’t even consider this offer, but since I recognized one of the handsome boys, why the heck not, a free drink courtesy of two cute men – and no sex was expected! So Jai, Robb, Steph and I took a seat at the bar. Across from us sat Thom, and pouring this lovely evening was Brian H., quite a stunner with these amazing blue eyes. Yes, boys when in Weho, go see Brian at HERE!
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