Between the Lines

I went to the Andersonville street fair over the weekend. It's one of the experiments I'm carrying out post-pandemic to help me get over my dislike for crowds. You see, I choose an event that is located in a part of the city that is most probably going to make it kind of 'safe' to go to. Like, not the suburbs and not a venue that is gonna have people who drive trucks with a Punisher sticker or a 'Q sent me' flag. In other words, I go to 'woke' places where it is highly probable that most people are vaccinated and to events that involve queer people to some extent. 

So the street fair in Andersonville was the perfect excuse to go out this weekend. And I enjoyed it. It was a little too cozy for my taste (I found myself trying to keep some modicum of distance between me and others even though we were out in the street) but it was fun. And it was good to see so many gay men all in one place. And some were seriously hot. And I did get some once (and twice) overs and one or two smiles. It was fun. I miss going out. Not only for the handsome men, but because pre-pandemic I was always doing something over the weekend, and that helped kind of ease off the stress of the workweek.

What this quick stroll (we were in and out in about one hour) reminded me of is that I don't really have a 'type'. I find many, many kinds of men attractive (yeah, I'm with you there, Maddie). I do have a preference, though: I tend to like men over forty (or fifty, natch). Younger men, even though attractive, don't really seem that interesting to me. Oh, they're easy on the eyes, of course. Not like if Taron Egerton asks me out for coffee I'm gonna say no (I'm choosy, not stupid), but I'd definitely say 'yes' much faster and enthusiastically if let's say, Idris Elba invites me to see his record collection. Now THAT I'd love to see.

But  that's just me. I find that many people do close themselves to a 'type' and let their preferences get the best of themselves. Have you ever pined for the one guy that you are almost sure does not 'vibe' with you? The one you just know is gonna tell you that you're 'not his type'? And still, you persist in your silly infatuation? Been there. Done them. Especially when I was younger and stupid. We found ourselves almost obsessing over the 'the one'. Which is most certainly gonna leave us blind and deaf to anything and anybody around us. And that's our loss.

I think that we tend to put a lot of weight into what we think we 'like'. That 'type' we think is gonna make us happy. And that's silly. We tend to go from 'Mr. Right Now' to 'Mr. Maybe If' in an endless search for that 'type' we believe we like. And we miss out on a good thing (or five). We don't read between the lines. Silly us.

So, read any good books lately?

XOXO

P.S. Now that I have your attention, don't forget to watch the January 6 Committee hearings. Today's hearing promises to be GOOD. Hey, Merrick, indict Cheeto!