Young, gay and fabulous

Time sure flies when you are having fun.

Since my last post, I have taken a fantastic trip to New York, been ensuring to get my groove on every weekend and just returned from a very inspiring trip to my home office for work.
I am feeling energized and the positivity of 2008 continues.

New York was incredible. Everytime I go there ~ I decide that I should live there. Unfortunately, my bank account will not afford me that luxury.
In the course of 3 days I managed to spend enough money to take me round trip from DC to Rome. It is enough to make a girl think......was that money well spent?

Hell yes it was.

Did I buy expensive clothes and shoes? See multiple shows? The answer is no.
I spent money on food and alcohol.
And it was yummy.

My friend and I went to great restaurants and ate great food. On Friday night we also hit the gay bars.....
I met a most fantastic photographer named Jean-Francois in a gay bar. I decided that Jean-Francois is the best name for a gay man from Belgium. He and I were pals the whole night. He even bought me drinks. At the end of the night, I felt bad that Jean-Francois could not get any action, but we formed a nice little friendship and he said I didn't look 36....so I love him very deeply.
I was also decidedly happy to not be a gay man. Oh the pressure.
I thought being a woman was tough. Try being a gay man over 30. Most of the men in there were young and a collection of the most beautiful people I have ever seen up close. It was like watching proud peacocks march around all trying to outdo the next one.
My friend that I was with (not JF....but the friend I went to NY with) is 45. Poor guy. Can you imagine having to compete amongst the beauties? Why are we so shallow? Granted, one is hardly going to meet the man of thier dreams in a gay bar....but you should at least be able to feel like you can be yourself and still get noticed. He didn't get noticed.
I enjoyed the night. I was one of 3 women in the place...and everyone told me I was pretty...and if they didn't like boys, they would like me. I also was touched inappropriately but felt no threat...just flattered. (that's what a girl gets for having boobs amongst young gay men)