Nice Eggs!

He Don't Even Know - The Provider

This is my "boyfriend", "Dom".

My favorite thing to imagine 

about him is illustrated in this photo.

See the cash he has in a band around his arm?

Well, whenever we go swimming,

he wants to be sure that

I never do without,
so, he always carries cash!

This particularly hot evening,

he jumped out of the pool 

and into the street as soon as he heard the ice cream truck

(which was playing our song "Music Box Dancer" on the loud speaker)
to get me a Creamsicle!
He knows I love the creamy middle.
He's so sweet!

Gay of a Certain Age - Mail

As a gay of a certain age,  I remember the days before email.  Today, I can rest assured that my two email accounts will be chock full of stuff for me to sort through.  I dare not put it off, else the task becomes too daunting because letting your email go for two or three days could leave you sorting through 300 or 400 messages to find the ones that actually mean anything to you.

In the old days, you had only one chance a day.  If my box didn't have anything in it by 11:00 AM, I knew I was going to have a lonely rest of the day.  I felt like this particularly in the summer of 1985, when I was shipped off to Galveston, Texas to babysit my sister's two baby daughters while she worked.  I became anxious and looked forward to the daily 2:00 PM mailbox check.  Did I get a letter from my mom?  Did I get a post card from a vacationing high school buddy?  Was there a sale at Penny's?   It was an excitement that built as the day wore on and I could barely stand to sit through all of Santa Barbara with out jumping out of my skin.  I couldn't worry about whether or not Gina was gonna pull the plug on C.C.'s life support, I had to worry about whether or not the cast of Miami Vice responded to my fan letter!  I didn't particularly care for that show, but their fan mail address was easy to find and I wanted someone to write to me!  I honestly didn't know who was Crocker or who was Stubbs.  On days when there was no mail, I was truly let down.  On days when there was a colorful advertisement or coupon I'd be content and stare at it for a few minutes, taking in the comfort it brought me.  When there was something in the mail addressed directly to me, I would dance around like Snoopy.  I guess being in a strange city, away from everyone you know with no one to hang out with but a one and a two year-old, will do that to you.  I loved getting something in the mail- and I swear that is the only reason I subscribed to the International Male catalog.  I swear!

Today, even though I may go a day or two without checking my physical mailbox, I still enjoy receiving stuff in the mail.  That is why I still send some handcrafted cards through the post office, now and then.  I like sending a little happy surprise addressed directly to someone I love & care about, hoping it'll give them a little thrill.

I must confess that the flood of email every day, and the trickle of physical mail that comes has made me a little blasé about what's in my box.  Fliers for stores I don't shop at, special offers for cable in Spanish and unneeded insurance offers don't thrill me, although I do get a thrill anytime I get a chance to recycle!  I guess I don't appreciate the junk as much as I used to because it's not "just for me."   I think I just dislike the incincerity of it all.  Every time I get a piece of mail like the one above I think, "If I'm so valued, why don't you know my name?"  Still my every day is buoyed by the chance that I will open that box and find a new International Male catalog waiting just for me!

Too Busy For Love! - Chico's Angels Easter

I would love to go out with you,

thank you for asking, 

but I'm just too busy!

I couldn't even possibly think about a date, 

what with rehearsing and performing 

in CHICO'S ANGELS this week until Sunday.

We're doing 7 shows in 5 days all of which are sold out,

and I don't know how I'm going to do my full time job in the day,

 then rush to the theater to do the show right after!

Of course...

seeing this guy all through it helps...

(Even though he, Duke Shoman, cut off two of my lines & gags last night!)

Also, there's always the hope of snagging some nice, hot

"Stage Door Johnny" with LTR potential after the show...

But how can I be sure he's into me, the person, Danny,

and not my not-clownish-at-all, glamorous and notably trampy character, Frieda Laye?

I guess the ideal is take 'em all and sort 'em out later!

Let's be honest folks, at this point,

 I'll take any kind of attention that comes my way.

Well, not that Kardashian type of attention.

Come to think of it, there are so many different kinds of attention, 

I'd explain them all to you, 

but I'm too busy!

He Don't Even Know! - The hottie with the Dragon Tattoo

This is Sammy,

I don't mind that he makes "specialty films" 

because he says even though he shares his body,

his heart belongs to me.

I know I don't own any part of him,

but it is a sweet thought. 

Anyway, I love to imagine 

that I remember that night he was really toasted

on amaretto sours

and we were naked in bed.

I had bag of giant marshmallows & a jar of Marshmallow Creme

and I did this thing where I convinced him

that I was melting the marshmallows

with his tattoo dragon's breath.

That was my favorite time

that his chest was covered in

white, sticky stuff!

Ha-HAW!

Just in case there's anyone who didn't guess...

I'm still dying alone.

LIVE With Me!

Holy crap!!
Who would have thought it?
But isn't that how it always goes?
I start this blog about dying alone and less than a month later, I'M MARRIED!

I had a "This is why I'm Single" entry about the one we let get away and why we are stupid to let it happen, but before I could post it, the one who got away came back!
I guess it's true, if you love something screw it up and if it really loves you, it'll ruin your blog!

I can't really say much about it here, because you'll be hearing more about it in the press.
Yes, I have been re-swept off my feet by a person who is terribly kind & forgiving, but also a "name".   I can't drop this name before Mary Hart & John Tesh do, but he's told me I can hint...
So, to avoid a scandal... I'll just say he's a Latino on a top rated drama on network T.V.

We met when he came to see Chico's Angels 7 years ago.  He hung out with us after the show and to my unexpected delight, he took my playful flirting seriously and snuck me his number without the two other Angels even knowing.  We got along pretty well and best of all, I really felt like he "got me".  I don't think he always understood my hyper mind/mouth combo, but he always asked before jumping to a conclusion.  He was patient with me and I found it very easy to be patient with him.  The sex was magical in that it was rather vanilla, but each time we were together it was like the first time- we never assumed what was going to happen and followed the moment as it happened; our only steadfast role was pleasure giver.
Then, I screwed it up.  He had just started on a Showtime show and we would go out with Biz people occasionally and hang out with famous types.  Even though he told me it wasn't true, I always felt unstylish and schlubby and so out of place.  I would let myself feel abandoned (and maybe jealous) when he was at work, acting professionally, like I should have been.  I felt inadequate on so many levels!  Maybe I just wasn't ready for a relationship like that- I certainly wasn't ready to be working on a TV show like he was.  I made it really easy for him to break up with me.

Cut to two weeks ago when I was very grateful that pad thai is gluten free.  We bumped into each other at Sweet Chili where I was having a noodly lunch and he came in for take out.   It was me he ended up taking out.  Everything felt like it did a while back, with a all the tingling and warm stomach pit and giddiness, but with a thunder jacket over it.  It felt mature.   I told him about this blog and he laughed heartily and asked if he could die alone with me, then got really quiet and awkward.  So we spent a little time together and I dared not even toy with the idea of getting back together.  On Monday night,  I was getting home from rehearsal and he was parked outside of my apartment building.  When I approached the car, he got out, opened the back door and started digging in the backseat.  He said he had something for me.  First he tossed out a Doritos bag, and said , "not that", then came a  Showtime baseball cap, "Not that," then came a bundled bouquet of flowers.  When I caught it he said, "Ha!  You caught the bouquet, now you have to get married!"    And that was it.
We got married yesterday afternoon at Beverly Hills City Hall (sorry West Hollywood).

I can't post any pictures, yet, but here's one of me, reenacting the bouquet catch for my camera's self timer.   We're gonna honeymoon after the wrap party, then, I'll figure out what to do with this blog!!!!