dates for May Penns clave

"Lat705" wrote in message
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True, but arriving with an escort DOES ensure that one's dance card
is full,

Do you use "escort" as an euphenism for "proffessional date"??

Well, I hadn't really given that any thought. I guess it doesn't
really matter much......what counts is not having to spend the entire
evening rejecting potential suitors.

Wolfgang

"Wolfgang" wrote in message
Well, I hadn't really given that any thought. I guess it doesn't
really matter much......what counts is not having to spend the entire
evening rejecting potential suitors.

One of the oddest perhaps, and certainly eye-opening evenings of my young
adult life was attending a party as the guest of a gay friend. Talk about
spending the evening rejecting potential suitors. Probably my closest
glimpse of what it must be like for a woman in a singles bar. And I ain't
even that good looking.

Joe F.

"rb608" wrote...
"Wolfgang" wrote:
Well, I hadn't really given that any thought. I guess it doesn't
really matter much......what counts is not having to spend the entire
evening rejecting potential suitors.

One of the oddest perhaps, and certainly eye-opening evenings of my young
adult life was attending a party as the guest of a gay friend. Talk about
spending the evening rejecting potential suitors. Probably my closest
glimpse of what it must be like for a woman in a singles bar. And I ain't
even that good looking.

It may not have been your looks that sparked interest. Did you show them how you
could juggle burning sticks?
--
TL,
Tim
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rb608 wrote:

"Wolfgang" wrote in message

Well, I hadn't really given that any thought. I guess it doesn't
really matter much......what counts is not having to spend the entire
evening rejecting potential suitors.


One of the oddest perhaps, and certainly eye-opening evenings of my young
adult life was attending a party as the guest of a gay friend. Talk about
spending the evening rejecting potential suitors. Probably my closest
glimpse of what it must be like for a woman in a singles bar. And I ain't
even that good looking.

Reminds of the the start of a very depressing semester I spent in
Charleston, WV. I went out there before the school year started looking
for a place to live. For a number of reasons, there was a severe housing
shortage and I ended up living in the back of my car for a couple weeks.
I parked the car in a somewhat seedy neighborhood as I looked for
housing during the day. At night, I went out looking for a bar. Well,
the only bars were "private clubs" that required membership. Most
memberships were very prohibitive but I found two that basically just
charged a cover charge. However, they turned out to be what were
probably the only two gay bars in the State. I was young and even more
naive than I am today and it took me several days to figure it out while
getting bummed because I couldn't understand why I was getting hit on by
so many men. (Kinda slow I guess)

Willi

"Willi" wrote...
rb608 wrote:
"Wolfgang" wrote in message

Well, I hadn't really given that any thought. I guess it doesn't
really matter much......what counts is not having to spend the entire
evening rejecting potential suitors.

One of the oddest perhaps, and certainly eye-opening evenings of my young
adult life was attending a party as the guest of a gay friend. Talk about
spending the evening rejecting potential suitors. Probably my closest
glimpse of what it must be like for a woman in a singles bar. And I ain't
even that good looking.

Reminds of the the start of a very depressing semester I spent in
Charleston, WV. I went out there before the school year started looking
for a place to live. For a number of reasons, there was a severe housing
shortage and I ended up living in the back of my car for a couple weeks.
I parked the car in a somewhat seedy neighborhood as I looked for
housing during the day. At night, I went out looking for a bar. Well,
the only bars were "private clubs" that required membership. Most
memberships were very prohibitive but I found two that basically just
charged a cover charge. However, they turned out to be what were
probably the only two gay bars in the State. I was young and even more
naive than I am today and it took me several days to figure it out while
getting bummed because I couldn't understand why I was getting hit on by
so many men. (Kinda slow I guess)

Yeah, well, you're not the only one. While visiting our office in Cardiff,
Wales, and after a particularly difficult day, my boss and I decided to find a
local pub to unwind. As my friends in Europe can attest, the pubs are the center
of much more social activity there than here in the U.S. There was a big
football game on, and all of the pubs were so crowded we couldn't even work our
way to the bar to get a pint. All the pubs except one, that is. . . But, they
poured the same Guinness as the other pubs and we traded our macho pride for a
few pints. Nothing else was traded - no, really.
--
TL,
Tim
(not that there's anything wrong with that.)
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http://css.sbcma.com/timj

Willi wrote:

However, they turned out to be what were
probably the only two gay bars in the State. I was young and even more
naive than I am today and it took me several days to figure it out while
getting bummed because I couldn't understand why I was getting hit on by
so many men. (Kinda slow I guess)

Do you seriously expect us to believe that there were not only ONE, but
TWO gay bars in West Virginia (of all states!) -- in (I'd guess) the
70's? Jesus, Willi. What a whopper. :-)

When I was a starving graduate student in Minneapolis in the 70's, and
possessed a very large Malamute dog, the divorced woman I was living
with kicked me out. (It had something to do with her displeasure at my
enthusiasm for cleaning the snow off the roof, but there were deeper
issues.) Anyway, I found myself desperate for a place to live, with my
huge, shedding dog, so I grabbed on to the first opportunity. It was a
spectacularly messy house owned by an undertaker, with two crazy
Dalmations, a Great Dane, several cats, a yard full of dog ****, and a
borderline-psychopathic bodybuilder roommate. I soon found out that the
undertaker landlord was about the most well-connected (pardon the pun)
gay socialite in the city. The parties were unbelievable. I was
eventually kicked out after my dog broke several of his crystal
figurines while chasing a cat. You just can't trust Malamutes around cats.

I expect KenF is going to make something of this, because he likes to
bait me by calling me gay. So what? I'm a straight man with no
homophobia. If a gay man hits on me, it's a compliment. KenF is the one
with a homophobia problem, which strikes me as out-of-character with his
otherwise progressive political views.

--
Cut "to the chase" for my email address.

rw wrote:
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I expect KenF is going to make something of this, because he likes to
bait me by calling me gay. So what? I'm a straight man with no
homophobia. If a gay man hits on me, it's a compliment. KenF is the one
with a homophobia problem, which strikes me as out-of-character with his
otherwise progressive political views.

Before Kristine and I got married we lived in a Chicago neighborhood
in transition. It was a rundown Latino section of town when we moved
in but it quickly became "gentrified" by yuppies who bought up the
relatively cheap properties and rehabbed them. If you know Chicago,
the neighborhood is called Lakeview, Wrigleyville or Boy's Town. It
is the center of Chicago's gay community. I actually preferred the
gay bars to the vapid fern bar meat markets frequented by frat boys
turned stock brokers and airheaded bimbos in search of their MRS.
At a gay bar you could have intelligent conversation, cheaper drinks
and a fantastic juke box. Gawd, it just now dawned on me how many of
those guys I used to drink with died of AIDS. Damn, that sucks.

Anyway, I'm no homophobe, and when I point out that you are quite
obviously a latent homosexual it is not intended as a put-down, just
an observable fact made by a seasoned observer. That you consider it
a put-down is symptomatic of denial and self-loathing.

--
Ken Fortenberry

dammit...i hate it when i reply before reading the whole thread... but,
did you hear anything about joe juggling gerbils too?

Tim J. wrote:


It may not have been your looks that sparked interest. Did you show them how you
could juggle burning sticks?

From: (Greg Pavlov)

You need to take a page from Kinky Friedman's book and "develop a lifestyle
that doesn't require your presence."

We all do, eventually.

Umm, yeah, but it isn't exactly a "life"style. {:-(


George Adams

"All good fishermen stay young until they die, for fishing is the only dream of
youth that doth not grow stale with age."
---- J.W Muller

"Jeff Miller" wrote...
Tim J. wrote:
It may not have been your looks that sparked interest. Did you show them how
you
could juggle burning sticks?

dammit...i hate it when i reply before reading the whole thread... but,
did you hear anything about joe juggling gerbils too?

I heard things about gerbils in his act, but nothing about juggling them.
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TL,
Tim
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