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November 02, 2002

Getting in the Door

Okay, so I am cheating..sort of. Thank God for Blogger drafts. This way it doesn't quite look like I am the lazy, procrastinating writer that I seem to be these days. In the last couple of weeks I had a great birthday, a cabaret I performed in and produced, a party, and new job...not to mention my Frivolous Fall Dating Experiment. So here's the latest scoop.I have come to the conclusion that looks are only good to get you in the door with a person. After that a person's character and charisma sculpt their face and body to what is either lasting attractiveness or unattractiveness. Don't get me wrong I like a good looking bod and face as much as the next person. And I want to be desirable to whomever I am spending time with. But the truth is the handsomest guy can be a huge ass and the plainest fellow can be so endearing. I have dated both in my time and it's nice to be old enough and wise enough to know the difference. I myself don't consider myself to have a "type" of guy I date. I suppose if I do, it would be dark hair, dark eyes and tall. That guy on Presidio Med who is also the Mysterious dark stranger in "The Mummy" movies would do it. Or Benicio Del Toro who is handsome in an oafish, Humphrey Bogart sort of way. But I have dated redheads, blondes, dark eyes, green eyes, tall men, short men and I have been attracted to all of them, even though the "public consensus" may think otherwise. Some guys get cuter as you date them; others don't. That said, I met a guy on Halloween. That's right! There is another fox in this hen house and he is handsome and charming... Why, Oh Why, did I wait so long for the Frivolous Fall Dating Experiment?

Pretty Man Came to Me, Never Seen Eyes So Blue

It's Halloween night and I am bound for the Copacabana, my new favorite New York Hotspot. My friend Julia and I meet up at about 8pm with the intention of meeting a few friends. I have decided to join them instead of beat them. Everybody parties on the day before my birthday so I will just party with them. Also having the cabaret so close to my day put a huge kink in my ability to plan something really extraordinary. So Julia and I are at the Copa, which I found out is not the locale of the original Copa. I am a little nonplussed. The last time I was there, the salsa section was on the top floor where the stage held a 15 piece band. I had felt transported into another world not of this time. The idyllic hey day of the New York Supper club. On this Halloween night we were relegated to the smaller downstairs. They split the two rooms into two separate parties with two separate cover charges. Damn Capitalists. So I was a little down that we weren't in the chi-chi salsa room even though Salsa was played. People were out in full force with their costumes and Julia and I had decided only to dress nice. "The guy" says we looked so out of place amongst the Wonder Women, Janet Jacksons, and GI Janes of the evening. To further my dissent into the doldrums, there were some people there that I knew. A small contingency of my gay friends were also at the party and the only thing I heard out of them from the moment I spoke with them was how dull and boring this "straight" party was. They couldn't hang with the straight people, especially since the "hottest gay party of the night was right upstairs". Whatever. So after 45 minutes of one of them harassing the promoter for the other party, gay friends left and Julia and I were left to our own devices.

I was in a mood, trying to shake it and trying not to think too much about the impending cabaret and have a good time celebrating the last year and looking forward to the next. Salsa always gets me going and in a better mood. An hour or so later we were having a reasonably good time and something that can only be described as a harbinger of a great year happened. J and I met a girl named Diana in the bathroom. She was with not one but two other people also celebrating their November 1st birthday. What could be better luck than to fall upon other birthday revelers? We went out to wish the two guys a happy birthday and dance a little more. One of them was my age. Same day same year...Definitely fortuitous. Diana and the Birthday Boys were dressed in fatigues decorated with diving patches. But they had along with them a tall, blue-eyed red devil whose birthday it wasn't. He's quite tall, 6'2" I think and Julia and I had noticed him earlier as he sort of stood out in a crowd of average heighted people. We remarked at how un-devilly he looked with his blond hair, blue-eyes and heavily dimpled face. Nothing devilish there....

We were wrong.

So the Blue-Eyed Devil gets a pseudonym. Names have been changed to protect the innocent and the guilty. Due to a song I sang at the cabaret, he thinks his name should be "Magic Man". (I didn't say he was humble.) I think I will call him "Rhett" due to a quirk his mother had about "Gone with the Wind" when he was born. He is from New Jersey, and was a 6th grade teacher for a time before "The Man" and the screwed up system ruined his zest for the job. We had a really great weekend after my birthday which I won't go into here (my mom reads this and one day my dad might). He and one of the birthday boys even came to see the Country vs. Rock N' Roll cabaret. Now that is points! He has so far managed to walk that fine line between being a gentleman and being interesting. So I am definitely adding Rhett to the corale.

Posted by mermu at November 2, 2002 11:19 PM

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