Thursday, March 31, 2005
Afterall...
So... out of the blue, and completely unexpected, there she was again. In my dreams. Jo... gorgeous and breathtaking as ever. And I thought I was done with dreaming of her... I spent the whole morning in a confused daze, because she was there again... and I didn't think she was still around.
Or maybe she was just a projection of my subconscience, produced by my excitement that I'll get to go to West Hollywood tonight, afterall? Ditching band practice for it too... and that a night before our double-gig event. This better be worth it... and needless to say, I am quite a bit nervous. For all my talk and bigmouthing, I have NEVER been to a gay bar before, and the only "real life gays" I have been around in my life before were all male and cuddly... and that one butch dyke couple that just about made me puke, they were acting so masculine.
Oh. And that other woman I did a job for once a few years ago, whom I addressed with "Mr" at first sight. You cannot imagine the embarrassment of that situation... but I digress.
Actually... on that thought: what is it about butches, anyways? I like women for their softness, and feminity, and long beautiful hair, and soft doe eyes, and flowing shapes... for everything that's not masculine... and if I wanted some baseball cap wearing, leather-jacket sporting, wide-legged-walking, military-haircut featuring type person, I'd go for someone with a penis.
But then maybe that's just me in my personal bisexuality. *shrugs*
Anyway. I asked The Fiancé, sheepishly: "So, what if some dude's gonna hit on you tonight?"
He said: "That'd be rather welcome."
Ugh. Watch me. I ain't gonna focus on myself and my possible opportunities (if any), but spend the entire evening observing The Fiancé and any possible approachers in exstatic anticipation and drooling dirty fantasies...
...but then, supposedly Thursdays are ladies' nights at that particular joint... maybe... maybe...
Or maybe she was just a projection of my subconscience, produced by my excitement that I'll get to go to West Hollywood tonight, afterall? Ditching band practice for it too... and that a night before our double-gig event. This better be worth it... and needless to say, I am quite a bit nervous. For all my talk and bigmouthing, I have NEVER been to a gay bar before, and the only "real life gays" I have been around in my life before were all male and cuddly... and that one butch dyke couple that just about made me puke, they were acting so masculine.
Oh. And that other woman I did a job for once a few years ago, whom I addressed with "Mr" at first sight. You cannot imagine the embarrassment of that situation... but I digress.
Actually... on that thought: what is it about butches, anyways? I like women for their softness, and feminity, and long beautiful hair, and soft doe eyes, and flowing shapes... for everything that's not masculine... and if I wanted some baseball cap wearing, leather-jacket sporting, wide-legged-walking, military-haircut featuring type person, I'd go for someone with a penis.
But then maybe that's just me in my personal bisexuality. *shrugs*
Anyway. I asked The Fiancé, sheepishly: "So, what if some dude's gonna hit on you tonight?"
He said: "That'd be rather welcome."
Ugh. Watch me. I ain't gonna focus on myself and my possible opportunities (if any), but spend the entire evening observing The Fiancé and any possible approachers in exstatic anticipation and drooling dirty fantasies...
...but then, supposedly Thursdays are ladies' nights at that particular joint... maybe... maybe...
