Happy V-Day . Rhymes with D-Day.
Wow! Bet y'all didn't know I was still alive. Have been insanely busy what with the two bar jobs I wark, auditioning and actually booking the few gigs I do, and trying to have some semblance of a social life.
As for that last part, rather than really go into it all I'm cutting and pasting from an email I have recently sent to slownewsday. Ah, the technology. Here goes:
So I have this amazing new talent. What, you say, could she possibly have
> room for another. The answer is, yes, I have. And it's a hum-dinger.
>
> My new talent is falling into bed with incredibly unavailable men. Okay,
> sometimes it's not so much of a fall as a leap or a swoon, or whatever
> strikes me at the time. But into the bed I go. I have actually become so
> adept at this process I swear I can smell them from 10 city blocks away.
>
> First, there was Scot. Who freaked out and dumped me for the girlfriend who
> he then began cheating on, with me, upon my return from CA. Then he brought
> her into my bar, when I was working and proceeded to announce to everyone
> there that they are moving in together. Yeah. Not exactly subtle, huh?
> Needless to say, no more Scot.
>
> Then there was Terry, the air-marshall who really really liked me, then
> decided to join the Peace Corps and " ship out" or whatever four days
> later.
>
> Then there was Glen. Glen was great. Glen was older, loved art, loved
> theatre, loved my crappy starving artist apartment, and probably loves the
> wife and two kids it took me a month to find out he had.
Am I just missing
> that part of thr brain that says "Danger Robin! " ?
>
> Lets review my collection.
>
> Lover with girlfriend. Check.
>
> Lover who flees City. Check.
>
> Lover with wife and two kids. Check.
Oh, and there are others who shall not even be mentioned here. The world is simply too small.
If you know of any gay men willing to have an affair with me, or perhaps
> one with a terminal disease, let me know. Then I can just complete the set
> and line them up on a shelf.
>
> I think my life is Sex and the City with no money. And Jameson and Stoli
> Tonics instead of cosmos.
>
> I think you need to come to New York and smack me....and hug me and drink
> with me.....and live with me. I miss you. I'm very close to losing it
> completely and moving to some small town in rural Arkansas and marrying
> some guy named Bubba. Help.
>
> On a more positive note: I am Europe bound. Saving money. Will let you know
> when to prepare spare room.
>
> Oh, and the acting thing is actually going well. I shot a bit on a TV show
> last week and have two commercial shoots coming up. Degrading and crappy,
> but hey - it ain't porn and it pays the bills.
Okay, so - finding it rather difficult to maintain optimist status.
Especially since one of the crack dealers I regularly serve at one of my jobs asked me last night " So what are you doing tommorrow? (meaning today)" "Tommorrow?" I replied. " Yeah, it's Valentines Day." He said. "Oh, I guess I kinda blocked it out." says me. " Yeah" he says " the flirting thing has gotta be pretty much all business to you by now anyway, huh?"
Great. Now even a crack dealer can make me feel like a hooker. And he didn't even have to try that hard.
Might be time for a little change of scenery for the kid here, eh folks.
Suggestions welcomed (but not necessarily followed).
And Happy Valentines Day! I'm off to work.
-R
As for that last part, rather than really go into it all I'm cutting and pasting from an email I have recently sent to slownewsday. Ah, the technology. Here goes:
So I have this amazing new talent. What, you say, could she possibly have
> room for another. The answer is, yes, I have. And it's a hum-dinger.
>
> My new talent is falling into bed with incredibly unavailable men. Okay,
> sometimes it's not so much of a fall as a leap or a swoon, or whatever
> strikes me at the time. But into the bed I go. I have actually become so
> adept at this process I swear I can smell them from 10 city blocks away.
>
> First, there was Scot. Who freaked out and dumped me for the girlfriend who
> he then began cheating on, with me, upon my return from CA. Then he brought
> her into my bar, when I was working and proceeded to announce to everyone
> there that they are moving in together. Yeah. Not exactly subtle, huh?
> Needless to say, no more Scot.
>
> Then there was Terry, the air-marshall who really really liked me, then
> decided to join the Peace Corps and " ship out" or whatever four days
> later.
>
> Then there was Glen. Glen was great. Glen was older, loved art, loved
> theatre, loved my crappy starving artist apartment, and probably loves the
> wife and two kids it took me a month to find out he had.
Am I just missing
> that part of thr brain that says "Danger Robin! " ?
>
> Lets review my collection.
>
> Lover with girlfriend. Check.
>
> Lover who flees City. Check.
>
> Lover with wife and two kids. Check.
Oh, and there are others who shall not even be mentioned here. The world is simply too small.
If you know of any gay men willing to have an affair with me, or perhaps
> one with a terminal disease, let me know. Then I can just complete the set
> and line them up on a shelf.
>
> I think my life is Sex and the City with no money. And Jameson and Stoli
> Tonics instead of cosmos.
>
> I think you need to come to New York and smack me....and hug me and drink
> with me.....and live with me. I miss you. I'm very close to losing it
> completely and moving to some small town in rural Arkansas and marrying
> some guy named Bubba. Help.
>
> On a more positive note: I am Europe bound. Saving money. Will let you know
> when to prepare spare room.
>
> Oh, and the acting thing is actually going well. I shot a bit on a TV show
> last week and have two commercial shoots coming up. Degrading and crappy,
> but hey - it ain't porn and it pays the bills.
Okay, so - finding it rather difficult to maintain optimist status.
Especially since one of the crack dealers I regularly serve at one of my jobs asked me last night " So what are you doing tommorrow? (meaning today)" "Tommorrow?" I replied. " Yeah, it's Valentines Day." He said. "Oh, I guess I kinda blocked it out." says me. " Yeah" he says " the flirting thing has gotta be pretty much all business to you by now anyway, huh?"
Great. Now even a crack dealer can make me feel like a hooker. And he didn't even have to try that hard.
Might be time for a little change of scenery for the kid here, eh folks.
Suggestions welcomed (but not necessarily followed).
And Happy Valentines Day! I'm off to work.
-R