My Exercise In Futility

Mr. and Mrs. Paul Dalenberg

It’s been four days since the wedding and I’m only posting about it now. I feel like I am so behind in my blogging. At any rate, Tracy and Paul were married on Friday, May 8th at the Lesner Inn. Paul’s good friend (and my good friend as well), John Fuller, performed the ceremony. Overall, the entire event felt very tight and close-knit. Both the bride and groom had friends and family travel across several states to celebrate their union. 

While this entry should be all about the happy newlyweds, I can’t complete the entry without a little about me – after all, it is my blog. I have included a few pictures from the wedding, including a picture of the couple that ‘recognized’ me outside the restaurant that Tracy and Paul had their rehearsal dinner at. Yes… I was ‘recognized.’ As I was entering the restaurant, I heard a gentleman mumble under his breath, “I need a drink!” To which I replied, “So do I!” As soon as this man heard my voice, he stopped me and questioned, “A.D.D. Jeff?”

Although I was just tickled that someone in the middle of Virginia had just referred to me by my ’show name,’ I was also taken aback. I hadn’t expected it in the least, and didn’t know if I should be afraid or happy to have been recognized. Before total and complete shock set in though, Greg introduced himself and his partner Dennis. Dennis is Tracy’s cousin. Tracy had informed me that both Greg and Dennis read my blog and listen to the Derek and Romaine Show on SiriusXM. Once I heard their names, it all clicked into place, and I wasn’t freaked out anymore. It was really nice to finally get to meet Greg and Dennis, as well as all the other friends that Tracy and Paul brought together. 

One final note – I realize the thumbnails below are not framed all the great. It’s a technical difficulty with the blog and its media manager that I am working to correct. In the meantime, if you’d like to see the complete, full sized photo, click on the thumbnails to bring each photo up individually. 

Congratulations, Paul and Tracy. 

The thing I love most about New York City is that there is never a shortage of activities to choose from when one wants to venture out of the confines of their small, New York apartment. Last night I chose to attend a special edition of Matthew Kelleher’s Sexy Back Thursdays @ The Park. Normally, this party is only held once a month, but an exception was made in celebration of Matthew’s birthday. 

Having been to this party before, I expected nothing less than a room filled wall to wall with an unusually high ratio of hotness. With the open bar and endless parade of good looking men with facial hair, ball caps, or facial hair and a ball cap – you shouldn’t expect me to not make comments, ogle, and sometimes even touch the passersby. 

For instance, as I stood in the center of the room chatting it up with my friends Clay and Peter, I  noticed a rather attractive man with facial hair within reach. After having shared some of my inner thoughts aloud with Peter earlier in the evening, he knew I was checking this guy out. He asked, “Would you like me to grab his ass for you?” to which I responded, “No, that’s OK. I’ll do it!” Normally, I’m not so bold as to just flat out grab someone’s ass; I don’t know if I would attribute it to being egged on by Peter or if it was just liquid courage. (Damn those vodka tonics were going down easy…) Lucky for me, this guy didn’t seem to mind. When he smiled and turned to see who had grabbed him, I coyly smiled in return and raised my drink as he continued to make his way through the crowd. Thinking I would never see him again, I shared his ‘hotness’ score with Clay and Peter. (On a scale of 1 – 10, I would give him an 8.5)

Not five minutes later, I felt someone trying to walk past me and grabbing my arm as they tried to get by. As I turned to see who it was, the man stopped and said, “I’m sorry, excuse me” and stopped right next to me and smiled. It was the hottie! Still feeling quite courageous, I commented, “Oh it’s all right. I think since I grabbed your ass five minutes ago, you know I don’t have a problem with touching.” He smiled and extended his hand and introduced himself as Anthony.

As we continued to exchange pleasantries, I found out that Anthony was here with people (just friends, not a boyfriend – I asked), but that he was getting ready to leave. Something in my head thought that this was a sign to move in for the kill. I asked, “Well, then I guess I have to act quickly. Would you be up for a friendly cup of coffee or to go out for a drink sometime?” He said yes, and I got his phone number. 

Now I’ve been flirty before, and I’ve pulled phone numbers before, but never in five minutes or less. I don’t know what came over me! I was so proud. But now the dilemma… what now? I mean, I know I already suggested a friendly cup of coffee or a drink, but what would we talk about? I’m good at small talk in non-romantic or non-sexual situations, but once you add the romance / courtship / sex thing in there, I usually trip over my own tongue. Where do I go from here? I’ve never been good at this dating thing. A little research on my part is required. I wonder what Wikipedia has to say about ‘gay dating…’

Suggestions?

I feel bad for Lindsay. I know how it is to go / be a little crazy over someone you love. At least she kept her sense of humor…