While grabbing coffee with Not A Supporter we started talking about kids and how many we wanted to have, hypothetically speaking. “I’d have a hundred kids if I was married to someone with loads of money,” she told me. “Me too,” I told her. “Have you got any prospects?” she asked. “No,” I replied and then noticed a ‘mature’ female with some incredibly beautiful shiny grey hair. “I really want hair that color.” Shiny objects get me every time. “If you could have hair like that and be pregnant, that would be awesome.”
Later in the day I received a couple of text messages from Long Ride. He was teasing me about a bunch of different things and then sent me a suggestion, “U should send me some fun photos….;-) I know you are creative.” I had a feeling I knew what he meant by ‘fun,’ I’m not nude to this game, but decided to ask for clarification. He clarified, my assumption was right, and I respectfully declined – I’m not doing anything like that – not again, anyway. I did agree, however, to send him a creative picture. I’m hoping it will be of me with grey hair and a bump. Depending on how things go, it may just be of me with grey hair and a Bumpit.
A few hours later I was enjoying a fine Italian meal with MyFace and Handsome Cowboy. MyFace was telling Handsome Cowboy about the blog, which he doesn’t read, so she told him his ‘blog name’. Somehow, in the midst of this exchange, Handsome Cowboy thought MyFace had said his name was YourAnus. “MyFace, YourAnus, I like it,” I told him, “I may have to change your name – I have that kind of authority you know.”
Our server was a handsome young man who fancied someone just like him. Handsome Cowboy was chatting it up with the server and acknowledging how much he appreciated his opinion on the menu, “I’m taking you home with me,” he told him at one point. After the server walked away, Handsome Cowboy looked at MyFace and I and said, “I probably shouldn’t have said that.” “I think it’s fine,” I told him, “I’m sure he’ll do so, especially once he finds out your blog name is YourAnus.” Handsome Cowboy laughed and said, “I’m not new to this. Gay men have always been drawn to me.” “Me too,” I added. “Yes, you’re really never going to meet a straight men with all of that gay magnetism you have,” MyFace advised. “They (gay men) always tell me I just need to convert,” Handsome Cowboy told us.
Then, as often happens with married couples, Handsome Cowboy and MyFace started having some in-depth conversations about family, beliefs, insurance, and the like. As often happens when I’m with people who are having such discussions, I was perusing the room with my eyes, looking for a shiny object that would catch and keep my attention. “Sorry about that,” said Handsome Cowboy. “We’re having a conversation as though you’re not here.” “It’s because you’re like family,” said MyFace. “It’s OK,” I told them. “I’m not new to this. I was just looking for some shiny objects.” “Just like Dr. BJ,” MyFace added, “Distract, distract, distract.” “Yes, exactly!” I said. “Speaking of which, look at that full moon, so shiny.”