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:

THIS IS MIKE

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

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.

 GREAT SHOW!!  GO SEE IT!!!

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,

 “GO THE FUCK TO SLEEP, IDIOT!”

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

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 12^th 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...

CELEBRATE!

Happy Independence Day 

from Palm Springs

with friends

and a fresh cut!!

Gay of A Certain Age - Where Goes the Neighborhood?

Whilst in Texas, last week, I ventured to the Alamo Drafthouse to catch the documentary, WON'T YOU BE MY NEIGHBOR?  It's about Fred Rogers.  You know, Mr. Rogers!

I loved it and I'm not ashamed to tell you that I teared up throughout the movie.  There was nothing particularly sad or tragic... maybe somethings from the outside world that made me angry, but there were a lot of warm tears.  After the movie, my friend, Ted, also had moist eyes and he asked, "Why did I tear up like that?"  I thought that same thing while I was getting misty in the theater, "Why am I crying?"  Then, it occurred to me that this man seemed to be the embodiment of kindness and he was so caring and gentle that when compared with all the ugliness and narcissism present and constantly on display in our world right now, any example of kindness and generosity is enough to make a person shed tears!

I used to watch the show as a kid and I was surprised how I didn't pick up that I was actually watching a minister actual minister in a way that didn't make me feel like I was in church or being talked down to.  Some of the social issues that he addressed, in his gentle way, appear to have gone directly inside my psyche, without my thinking, "OK, I was told that..."  His message of love and tolerance was delivered as a matter of course, not one that had to be separated and pointed out.  Then, there was that moment in the movie where someone describing him says, "He was a conservative Republican."  I specifically remember the split second that I went from being shocked, then thought,"How can that be?" and resolved, "Oh, yeah, this was decades ago."

With our political climate what it is today, I couldn't stop wondering 

WHEN DID "CONSERVATIVE REPUBLICAN CHRISTIAN" GO FROM THIS

TO THIS???

Talk about climate change! (Yes, literally, talk about climate change; it's real.)

I can't think of two more diametrically opposed figures to fall under the same heading.

It's sad.

That's why the tears.

As a Gay of A Certain Age, I've lived to see decades of progress, achieved by people who care about other people and the planet.  I've lived to see all that progress be chipped away and rolled back by greedy, horrible people.  I've lived long enough to appreciate the awful irony that I was taught what's right by the same asshole who's tearing it all apart: the Conservative Republican Christian.

From the Interwebs - Good Advice

Too Busy To Post! - Drag Season Out of Control!

Hello!  No I haven't died and I haven't forgotten about yous guys, it's just that these first few weeks of June have been crazy busy for me and I've barely gotten a chance to get to my laptop.  You may be horrified to know that  I'm still editing photos from December! Yeah, THAT busy.  What with finishing a run of VIVA LAS CHICAS in L.A., doing a screenplay reading (in drag), jetting off to New York, back to work for a day, then off to Palm Spring for a 3 night run of VIVA LAS CHICAS, then back home to dog sit, work, and get my place back in order for a sisterly visit, working on finally getting my taxes done, then prepping for a quick weekend trip back to El Paso...  I barely have time to breathe.  So, while I'm in this whirlwind, I can at least post a HE DON'T EVEN KNOW PARADE, featuring photos of men on the street in L.A., whom I find attractive, imaginary boyfriend material.