Desperately Playing Catch-Up in Open Diary 2001-2018 (Pre-Prosebox)

  • June 13, 2004, midnight
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The days seem to fly by lately. I haven’t written an entry in ages. So much has been going on and I haven’t had the chance to write about it. It makes me crazy not to write this stuff down. I need to go back and read my last entry so I can remember where I left off.

Okay. Here goes.

Friday, June 4: Chicago. Good trip. Friday night was art gallery hopping again. Met another interesting character to add to the guy mix: I’ll call him Quentin. Had odd, but fascinating conversation. Gave him my number.

Saturday, June 5: Quentin called and we talked for a long time. He’s bizarre, but I still want to know more. Blew off the councilman to go out with Jennifer’s friends Sat nite. Dug on one of her date’s buddies. Problem was, he decided he wanted to crash at my place. I simply did not want another shack situation, so I made him sleep in the guest room. I know it was horrifically hot, and my bedroom was the only cool place in the apartment. But tough shit.

Sunday, June 6: Hung out with Scott during the day. Messed around and then went to lunch and wandered my neighborhood. We held hands and acted very boyfriend/girlfriend. I secretly decided that I wanted Scott to be my boyfriend. At least for a while. Left for New York that night.

Monday, June 7: Meetings and general bullshit during the day. Quentin called to say hello. Nice. Had long, very drawn out dinner at 66 in the evening. Crazy Tony was wasted and cracked me up the whole time. I was too tired after dinner to go out carousing. Probably a good thing.

Tuesday, June 8: Day was chock full of meetings. Company party that evening. I truly enjoyed myself at this one. A woman I’d met with in Chicago the week before came up to me and told me that she thought I was beautiful and that she couldn’t stop staring at me during my presentation. It wasn’t cheesy or flirty. It was really flattering and made my night. Went to Spice Market after the party and met these great guys who hung out with us (co-workers). After my co-workers left, they took me to Beige (gay night at B-Bar). Wonderful! But waaaaay too many gorgeous, unavailable men. Got back to hotel very, very late.

Wednesday, June 9: More meetings in the morning, but had a chance to run down to SoHo in the afternoon to nab some of those cheapy Chinese slippers that the street vendors sell. Got some red sparkly ones. Met Maria in Brooklyn for dinner. Her brother and one of his friends hosted us at some crazy place that the mafia runs. I made sure to make friends with the owner. After dinner, the friend tried to keep us out all night, going from one bar to another. Finally made my way back to the hotel at some point.

Thursday, June 10: Was ½ hour late to my first meeting. Had another meeting and then the afternoon free. Went to Meatpacking District to shop in the afternoon. The entire hood reeked of piss. Wore the Chinese slippers. When I went to try on a pair of pants and took the slippers off, my feet were pitch black with grime. Went back to the office and washed my feet in the sink at the office. Hopped a ride to LaGuardia with a salesguy and a buyer. Annoying conversation. Plane was only 45 minutes late (that’s good!). Home by around midnight.

Friday, June 11: 3:38am phone call from Scott. WTF? I did not answer. Called him back on my drive into the office and left a message asking what his deal is. He never called back. I called him back at 5:00pm asking if he was still alive. Nothing. Went out for drinks with Quentin. He is so odd. Went back to his place to sit on the stoop and play with his new puppy. So stinkin’ CUTE!! I got all giggly when he went to kiss me, and didn’t feel anything at first. But then he picked me up and held me against my car and demanded that I give him a real kiss…well, thunder rolled and lightning struck and my knees went wobbly. I drove home before the rain started pouring down.

Saturday, June 12: Slept like a dead person. Went to grocery store and filled my belly. Slept some more.

Sunday, June 13: Got up late. Getting ready to meet my old neighbor, Julie for brunch and to catch her up with my life in a way that will probably be similar to this.


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