Thursday, August 18, 2005
"D" (Pt.1)
I first met my partner D in late July, 1990. In west Los Angeles at a bisexual potluck. That's right, NOT a sex party. Just a potluck? Well, we have to start somewhere I suppose. I almost didn't go to it, ditto D, who had just landed on the west coast for a new technical job in a recording studio. Being a transplanted New Yorker, he didn't have a clue about how The Car Is King in L.A. He didn't own one yet, so he took a taxi from the San Fernando Valley over the hill to west L.A.
He walked into the party a bit late. I remember looking up from my conversation, and seeing a fairly tall, handsome young man of around 30, walking in the front door. He wore a two piece white linen suit, his hair was long and curly. I really liked the hair.
The black lady who put this party together saw me eyeing him and she turned to me and said, "You should get some of that, he's fresh meat."
My sentiments exactly, although earlier in the evening I was zeroing in on a tall, dark, good-looking Irishman. In a colorful Hawaiian shirt. It looked like the dust - or is it the sod - of the Olde Country was already being shaken off his person in that shirt.
Instead I ended up talking with D. We liked each other right away. He was easy to talk to, no pressure being applied. He could carry a conversation. I liked that he was a New Yorker. They know how to talk. Later he asked if I would like to go out for dinner sometime, I gave him my phone number.
He remembers my blue sundress, and looking at my bare back. Clearly she's an older woman, but her body looks in fantastic shape. He thought that we were going to hook up, but not that night. Down the road. Having resolved that in his mind, he turned his attention to the black hostess. Her he was trying to bed that night. I was for later on.
I told my therapist that I had met this guy at a party, although I had gone there to meet another woman. The women at the party were not appealing at all, what else is new. I rarely meet women I feel attracted to physically, but guys more so at that time.
I told my shrink that, if D called me as he said he would, I was going to sleep with him.
And call me he did, a few days later. We arranged a dinner date. Did I mind picking him up in my car? I did not, I understood his situation.
Lots of L.A. women get really bent out of shape over guys who own a car that's not good enough for them. A guy without a CAR at all? Forget it. I've heard several guys talk about this over the years, I know it's true. Women can be mean that way.
I wasn't that way. It was one of the many rather quaint things I discovered about D. We laid plans for dinner. I laid plans to get him into bed.
TO BE CONTINUED
He walked into the party a bit late. I remember looking up from my conversation, and seeing a fairly tall, handsome young man of around 30, walking in the front door. He wore a two piece white linen suit, his hair was long and curly. I really liked the hair.
The black lady who put this party together saw me eyeing him and she turned to me and said, "You should get some of that, he's fresh meat."
My sentiments exactly, although earlier in the evening I was zeroing in on a tall, dark, good-looking Irishman. In a colorful Hawaiian shirt. It looked like the dust - or is it the sod - of the Olde Country was already being shaken off his person in that shirt.
Instead I ended up talking with D. We liked each other right away. He was easy to talk to, no pressure being applied. He could carry a conversation. I liked that he was a New Yorker. They know how to talk. Later he asked if I would like to go out for dinner sometime, I gave him my phone number.
He remembers my blue sundress, and looking at my bare back. Clearly she's an older woman, but her body looks in fantastic shape. He thought that we were going to hook up, but not that night. Down the road. Having resolved that in his mind, he turned his attention to the black hostess. Her he was trying to bed that night. I was for later on.
I told my therapist that I had met this guy at a party, although I had gone there to meet another woman. The women at the party were not appealing at all, what else is new. I rarely meet women I feel attracted to physically, but guys more so at that time.
I told my shrink that, if D called me as he said he would, I was going to sleep with him.
And call me he did, a few days later. We arranged a dinner date. Did I mind picking him up in my car? I did not, I understood his situation.
Lots of L.A. women get really bent out of shape over guys who own a car that's not good enough for them. A guy without a CAR at all? Forget it. I've heard several guys talk about this over the years, I know it's true. Women can be mean that way.
I wasn't that way. It was one of the many rather quaint things I discovered about D. We laid plans for dinner. I laid plans to get him into bed.
TO BE CONTINUED
