I'm twenty years shy of handsome.

okay, I realise it has been a while since I posted here. I had gotten disillusioned to the whole "blogging" thing. It felt so tied to my graduate experience that once I had finished I no longer had anything to write about. Looking for jobs and slaving away at my temp job somehow didn't seem interesting enough to deserve a blog post.
I'm going to try this again. Granted, I can no longer blog from work. Access to this site is now blocked.

Short story of the week.
I met up with C and some friends at Davio's last night. This is a big fancy restaurant in the Park Plaza part of town. It is too expensive to eat there but not too bad for cocktails. We probably go there too often and spend too much money. But it is a fun place and the people watching can't be beat. It attracts lots of suits and B&Ts. Something we like to do when sitting at the bar is count the face lifts and Russian hookers.
Anyway, back to last night. I get there first, order my cocktail and get stuck into my book. I notice a couple of older gay men sitting a few seats down from me. They are "bear-ish" types and are having dinner at the bar. I overhear one of them saying how he likes Davio's cause it "reminds him of Vegas." This I found to be an odd reason for liking a restaurant but whatever.
A few moments pass and I am just about finished with my book when one of the gentlemen approaches me. He proceeds to tell me that he was looking over and me and had this startling realisation which he felt compelled to come over and tell me, "You will be a very attractive man in twenty years" he says. I was kinda stunned. I don't think he realised that this statement, while phrased as a compliment, really wasn't! Lucky me! In twenty years my ugliness will fade and lo and behold I will be considered attractive. I smile and nod to him and say "only time will tell" and return to my book. He smiles back at me and returns to his seat.
WTF?