The Manhunt assignation is proving more interesting than not. For others it seems mostly about sex but for me it’s all about the people one can meet, the stories they tell and the places they take you.
This evening I met a young man right at very end of Wilshire Blvd at Takami, a rather grand sushi bar on the 21st floor of a building overlooking LA’s great success story: Down Town.
All the lights in all of the high rises seem to be left on all night to delight people like me hankering for a world city. The city streets teaming with city people. I can quite understand why so many young people want to live there.
I rather wish I did..but by November I will be in a real big city.
The young man I met this evening was a deaf, thirty-year-old graphic designer from Mexico City. He asked for a seat in a quieter part of the restaurant. The hostess put us under a speaker blaring very loud music. When I asked to be moved she looked at me pityingly and told me that this was the ‘brightest part of the restaurant’ I snapped back that he was deaf not blind. He was delighted. She was not.
Dinner wasn’t nearly as challenging as it threatened to be until the internet date told me that six years ago he was kidnapped.
Well, if someone tells you that they have been kidnapped you might want to know why and how. I asked a few careful questions but apparently that was the wrong thing to do as he promptly burst into tears.
We left the expensive lobster rolls uneaten.
He very kindly paid for dinner. Phew.
As he tearfully relived the details of his kidnapping my mind wandered. I looked out over the city scape and thought about how intriguing this internet connecting phenomena is. I mean, I wouldn’t usually get to meet half the men I meet on-line and the best thing is I never have to meet them again.
Could you imagine how fruitful it would be if I liked having sex with strangers?
After dinner we wandered the streets and then I drove 30 miles home.
Good to get home.
What else happened today? Walked the dogs down to the sea. Returned emails and calls. Met Frank over at SHLA, Frank is a darling. Spent an hour or so at the Hollywood house and packed more stuff in the car.
Slowly, slowly making progress with the move. So much kitchen stuff. Christ, can I chuck it out? This evening I will get on my knees and pray: Please God..let me have the strength to chuck this junk.
The mouse in the house is not dead despite poison and traps.
By the way…have not looked in the mirror recently and enjoyed what I have seen but today I did. It’s as if the corner really has been turned.
Must buy shoe trees. My shoes all look crushed after the move.