so i goeseth to an lgbt professional organization fundraiser yesterday evening. i thought maybe 30 people would be there, maybe 75. it was more like 225 and a half. the gallery was packed and the art in it mostly sucked but second to donating to the worthy cause, you know i was there to meet guys. what i encountered first was rooms of people in closed off circles, like the worst kind of gay bar. my speed is the kind where guys pose against walls, with more open body language. still i did a gut check and realized i'm simply not intimidated by challenging social situations anymore. so i just stood near some people until someone made eye contact and invited me in to their precious circle. he introduced me to everyone, and then 90 percent of them turned their backs to me but at least i talked to him. i believe he was straight and i believe he talked exclusively about work, which ironically it had not occurred to me would be a topic of conversation. eventually i moved on, met a really drunk and bitter guy, quickly moved on, then realized i was still intimidated to approach the absolutely most attractive group of guys (who knew pants could fit that well? was one of them an ice skater? would that explain his perfect ass?). when the fashion show bit happened (poor models didn't have a platform or real runway - it was all on level with the audience which while very 1950s department store doesn't show off the clothes to best advantage) i happened to be near a good looking guy who was america's next top model fluent so based on that and his being friendly and funny, and not actually in the field the fundraiser was for unlike me, i gave him my business card. considering it a successful evening, i vamooseth. two busses later (actual busses, not buss as in kiss) i was home and ready to collapse after what had turned out to be 13 hours downtown. exceptional long work day plus this benefit. it was a good day.
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