Friday Night

I had a date last night.

let me back up. I have been single nearly 2 years. i put my mug and profile up on Yahoo personals. all the men around my age bracket that has been hitting my profile looks soooooo old. none of them look youthful. they all look so much older than myself.

anyways, this past week, I met Jeff. we met for drinks and snack food one evening in my neighborhood. we talked, laughed, sized one another up. he seemed very nice, not aggressive at all. he is 2.5 yrs older than myself, and looks 10 yrs older than me.

before we left our first "date," i told him i had a dinner party i was attending friday night. he asked if he could come along.

my friend that was hosting the dinner party, had invited her closest friends to "check" out her new beau whom she met on the Yahoo personals. Larry was there, with his friend he met on Yahoo personals, and I brought along Jeff, whom i met on Yahoo. so there were the 3 of us, with our yahoo personal people. now larry... who's been dating 5 women, obviously got one of them pregnant, or she wasn't protected and needed to grab anyone that will take care of her. she grabbed larry. she's pregnant. i'm not sure he knows her last name, yet.

so there were the 3 of us, with our 3 dates from Yahoo. mine looked older than me, and said barely a word. larry's friend was talking all about "her" pregnancy, and how happy she was at 42, to have finally found someone and is now pregnant!!! (geeeez)

then there's lovely rita and her new friend. everytime i turned around to look at her, her new friend was mauling her. they were acting like they were 15 yrs old.

and then there was jeff, who could barely keep his eyes open. i'm not sure he appreciated the ethnic food he was served.. but he was nice.

after dinner, after dessert, after lots and lots of conversations... i had to leave. jeff was right behind me.

we went outside, i hugged him, got in my car.. told him he had to go north on the freeway.
i'm headed towards the freeway, getting ready to head south, when i see jeff behind me.
i have to phone him and remind him that he lives north.

was that a little blurb to dumbness?
or was he so tired he never heard me?

i don't like dating.
let's just get this over with.... are you the one for me? am i the one for you? let's just get this over with.

i don't like dating.

1978 Greg Allman encounter

Took two try's to get my password this morning.....
Blogger doesn't want to accept my info... how long have i had this blog now? 4 yrs?


I was working at my first hairdressing job, after passing the CT boards.. I was working in a little shop with a horny italian man.. and his sister, washing heads, waiting for someone to allow me to "do" them.. when one of horndog's regular patrons came in. I was assigned to her to wash and towel dry her hair. she was talking nonstop. talking about a new arrival at the Silver Hills sanitarium in New Canaan, Ct. she was talking about Greg Allman of the Allman Bros.. saying how nasty and unkept he looked. she said, "he really needed a good haircut."

so.... being the groupie that i was, and loving the Allman Bros music, I phoned the hospital and said I was Greg Allman's hairdresser, and could i please speak to him. He got on the phone and right away said he didn't have any hairdresser..

somehow i convinced him to allow me to come up and visit, told him i would bring a joint or two. now he was excited.

i arrived there about 7:30pm one cool crisp evening. drove right up to the "cottage" he was housed in and introduced myself. He came to the door, and walked outside to greet me. we walked and talked about nothing, all he wanted was to inhale that pot.

we walked and smoked for an hour. he told me he was leaving the hospital friday night, and could he come by my place. could i get him some cocaine? was it ok if he came over to visit me before heading out to the Hamptons in Long Island to be with his current wife, Cher.

i agreed, and he was at my place friday night at exactly 8pm. i had what he had asked for. not once did he offer to repay me. he snorted that stuff like it was food. he inhaled it.. with long, long sniffs.

so for 3 hours he sniffed and begged me to have sex with him. not once.. did he reach into his pockets and give me $90 for the drugs he asked for, and he was the LAST thing I would have dropped my drawers for.

after 3 hours, he left, climbing back into his blue limo for Long Island. God knows what he told Cher.

the following week, the italian horn dog called me and told me not to come back to the salon. It seems that when GA returned to the hospital, he was pee tested and failed. they asked him where he got the drugs, and guess who he fingered?

my first hairdressing job, down the drain. and GA still owes me $90.