29 August 2004
Semantics
Well, tomorrow's my day off, and I was hoping to do a little sun worshipping, but the remnants of Tropical Storm Gaston are gonna put the kibosh on that, I suspect. Already the weather forecast is calling for afternoon thunderstorms.
Alas.
When all is said and done, the folks at the Arden would probably prefer that I didn't get any sun. I am, after all, playing a sickly Jew in 1910 Düsseldorf. So there ya have it.
My housemate Erika went back to NYC to spend her nights off in her air-conditioned apartment, so I've got the house to myself for the next couple days. Not that that means anything, really, other than a little quiet and privacy. Though, to be frank, even when Erika's here I get all the quiet and privacy I can use. This place is so big that we rarely run into each other.
If I were enterprising and salacious, I might do my best to get laid, but to be frank, I'm not having much luck -- or for that matter, desire, really -- in that arena lately. As I said to my friend Dan while I was in Pittsburgh, "Who do you have to fuck to get laid in this town?!?"
Actually, if I weren't so picky, I could have my fill of action, I think. My problem is that I tend not to be attracted to the people who're hitting on me. And, hey, if it were cute guys my age, I wouldn't have a problem with that, despite my reputation as a chicken hawk! The problem is that the guys that are hitting on me are generally either a lot older, or a lot heavier, or -- god save me -- not so attractive. To me.
There's something: Gay men need to learn the difference between "I'm not really attracted to you" and "You're not really attractive." There's a big difference, fellas! Learn it!
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