Yesterday I had my fourth and fifth Manhunt dates. The first was a youngish Asian who didn’t have a car or a conversation and giggled nervously. He had been to the gym but I have no idea what he was doing there unless he goes there to eat doughnuts. He had ‘attitude’ which was amusing. He knew he was totally out of his depth. Even though we were totally incompatible he still insinuated that we should fuck. We didn’t.
Listlessly waited for the watch to arrive. The moment I left the house it arrived. I will get it on Monday.
I drove into Hollywood and packed several more boxes with essentials. I had coffee with Michael B in Solar. He can be very tricky. Met a charming Brazilian called Frank who is here with me now in Malibu helping me and Ashley with the endless moving chore.
I tidied the larder organizing the pulses, baking (flour, baking soda etc.) and cans into neat rows.
So, had dinner with Manhunt date number 5. A black man from Miami. Very intelligent, great company. Not very sexy. He too wanted to have sex. What is wrong with these people? Didn’t they read my profile? I am flattered but Christ Almighty…give a man a break!
The only man I could or would consider making anything happen with was the first man..the one I couldn’t look at in the eye.