Thursday, July 19, 2018

Getting Out FAIL Part 2 - What I Missed

Thanks to muh DAB, Mike Pingel, I see what I missed by not scooping myself off of my sofa!
I swear, next year!
Please enjoy these photos taken by Mike:


...and all this is what I miss when I don't Get Out!

Monday, July 16, 2018

Getting Out FAIL - Out of the Red

So here’s the thing… I went to the Red Dress party at the Gold Coast bar back in 2008 and had a great time.  I have sworn, ever since, that I would return.  Despite my intentions and the fact that it is only a 10 minute walk away from my home (a mere 1 minute walk prior to 2011…) I have never made it back because of my busy schedule and ever increasing involvement in Drag Season.  This year could have been different..
You see I was pet sitting these two lovely creatures,

merely 2 blocks away from the bar, when I realized that the Red Dress Party was going on.   I knew this because I saw the festivities revving up when I returned from seeing
The Humans at the Ahmanson with muh DAB, Dennis Hensley, at about 3:00.


I thought, I’d take care of the animals, pack up my things, then head over to the Gold Coast at about 5:00, have a hooch or two then, still be home by 8 or 9…
Or even get lucky, meet a nice fella in a red dress, then end up slinking home just before work, Monday morning.

Those things did not happen.

What had happen was this;  I took care of the animals, gathered up my stuff, got in the car, considered driving around the block to the bar, parking and joining the fun.  That wouldn’t work because my stuff included my laptop and other valuables I didn’t want to risk losing to theft.  So, I drove home, unloaded my stuff, then sat on the sofa.   Apparently, I fell into a coma-like sleep and awoke in a sweaty haze at about 6:30pm.  I could not move.  I thought, ‘But it’ll be fun! You’ll get some great pics! Maybe you’ll get lucky..!'  I still could not move.  I sat cursing myself for my laziness & exhaustion.  I failed at getting out.

Even though I failed, it doesn’t mean you should suffer and not see any pics of the event.
Here are some pics from my 2008 Red dress Adventure. ( I wasn't in drag- this was before I had a lot of that crap on hand.)

What did I do instead of going to the party?
I ordered Kung Pao Bistro delivery, planted myself on the sofa and watched almost all of KILLING EVE!

It’s really good, you guys!  
I almost stayed up all night to finish it, but my inner adult said,

So, maybe the next time I have a window in my schedule and there’s a party going on, I’ll Get Out.

Friday, July 13, 2018

FU Cupid - A Fading Profile With Gun In Hand

So there I am on the FU Cupid, back in June, when I see the profile pic of someone I find attractive.
Lured by the physical attraction, I click on his profile.  I like everything I read.  Could it be I have found the elusive, “Okay, THIS guy”?
Emboldened by my appreciation of pic/profile “Eureka!” I move on to the next step.  I send him a message.  Brief, but friendly and only slightly cryptic.
He responds in kind and in good humor.  Over the next couple of days we enjoy a very nice text exchange. 
We seem to be moving at an appropriate rate, both careful not to push to meet too soon, but conscious of expressing sustained interest.
Then, it finally comes about three weeks later, the “let’s meet” text.

He says he’d really like to meet me, but is going for an extended vacation in July.  I don’t have my calendar with me when I receive his message,
So I tell him, I’d be leaving for Palm Springs on the 12th of June, kicking off a crazy schedule, but that I know I have the last week of June open, so I’d get back to him with a proposed date. He replied, "Perfect!"  Luckily for me, our PR guy Mike Pingle offered to share a ride to Palm Springs AND drive.  This proved to be the perfect opportunity to check my calendar and get back with “Okay, THIS guy”.

I thought, 'why wait so long to meet up', so I picked the next Monday night, but let him know other nights were available, if Monday wasn’t good for him.
That’s when I heard it!  The grand concerto of a chorus of crickets.
Crickets playing their little hearts out for days! Nay, Weeks!

I finally faced the fact that I had been ghosted.
You know me!  I rarely get excited about these things.
But, I guess I am part human, after all...

A week later, I have brunch with muh DAB, Glenn and fill him in on the adventures of Chico's Angel in Palm Springs, as well as my latest FU Cupid woes.
He asks to see the profile of my ghost and says, "Oh, yeah.  That guy..."
I was all, "What? What? Pray tell, what?"
"I went out with him one time," says Glenn, "He told me at the table he has horrible anger issues and is terribly bi-polar. Then, he ghosted me."

I felt a slight wispy breeze graze my temple as the metaphorical bullet whizzed by...

Boy! I dodged a bullet on that one!

It's crazy that this guy stays on the app and does the same thing, over and over, to different guys!
Is that any more crazy than my staying on the app, avoiding creeps and psychos, over and over?
Remeber when I wrote about it HERE?  At least that those times, I actually got a date before they disappeared.

Why do I even bother?

It's because I have HOPE, that's why!
Even though I know there's a good chance I'm going to die alone, I also know there's a chance, if I keep looking and working, that I will find someone who is attracted to me and gets me, whom I feel the same about and who will die alone with me.

It could also be because I forgot to cancel the auto-renew and just got billed for another 6 fucking months...

Wednesday, July 4, 2018


Happy Independence Day 
from Palm Springs
with friends
and a fresh cut!!