Age: 40
Weight: 190 (pudge)
Sex: Less often than, well, maybe ever. On a night out in the East Village last week, it was on my mind. Yet everyone in which I had an interest was already in the "been there" pile. And being pointed at by two people (neither of whom that really knows me well despite one living one block away). at Phoenix while they were yelling "whore" did not help. Like I knew their friend had a boyfriend. (Well, I did.) Like they know what happened, if anything. (It was above average, generally.) Regardless, maybe I should travel more. Or lower change my standards.
Laptop: At Tekserve until Thursday. New motherboard. Leopard installed. Vaginal rejuvination. It's weird living "unwired" although the phone compensates.
Cat: Smallish. Agitated by remote control helicopter. Accepting of outfits and wigs (as pictured). Not accepting of harness. Harness is part of plan to take her to Fire Island next summer. Which I haven't told my housemates. But the house dog is blind, so the cat should be a fun game for him. Still, walking down the boardwalk with the cat on a leash is a dream.
Advice: I've been told to go to Splash. As in the tourist place. Why? Tourist tail. But if a tourist is so uneducated as to go to Splash, could they possibly be worth my time? My last was met at Snaxx, back when Snaxx was cool. His room was at the Tribeca Grand. He was a VP for Disney. I'm thinking there is no equivalent at Splash.
Plans: Maybe Provincetown for New Year's. Maybe Berlin in February. Porgie next summer.
Executive Summary: I'm an aging pudgy sexless cat-owner. All seems to be going on schedule.
