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Friday, July 5th: Two days after I arrive in West Hollywood from my horrible year in Hell-fer-Sartain, Texas, I am sitting in the human resources department at Paramount Studios, waiting to interview for a job as an administrative assistant, when Marcus comes in to drop something off. He's my age, African-American, with very light skin, freckles, and a hairy chest. I get his phone number.
Saturday, July 6th: Our date, an inside tour of Paramount Studios (yes, we see more stuff), followed by cruising at the Gold Coast and dinner at the French Quarter in West Hollywood. He came to Los Angeles to become an actor five years ago, and has had some guest spots in tv shows and movies."Do you know anyone famous?" I ask with tourist zeal.
"Nobody really famous. I mean, some guys on tv. Robin Williams. Tom Hulce. I know Michael J. Fox from acting class."
I'm not impressed. I've barely heard of Michael J. Fox -- he plays Alex P. Keaton, Reagan-loving son of liberal hippie parents on the sitcom Family Ties (1982-1989), But I've only seen the show a few times.
Marcus and I don't have any romantic sparks, so no more dating. But we stay friends (that's how you made friends in West Hollywood).
Saturday, July 20th: My first date with Ivo. I'm curious about Back to the Future, the new time travel comedy starring Michael J. Fox.
"No way, man!" Ivo exclaims. "That Mike Fox thinks he's a big deal, but he's terrible under the covers. They should call him Princess Teeny-Tiny!"
Weird coincidence! I think. I've been in town less than a month, and already I've met two people who know Michael J. Fox, and one of them is his ex-boyfriend!
Sunday, July 21st: I have brunch with Marcus at the French Quarter, and tell him about my date.
"Strange," he says. "I'm completely out to Mike, and he's never said anything about being gay. Sounds like Ivo is one of these celebrity name-droppers who claims to have been with everyone from Harrison Ford to Arnold Schwarzeneggar."
"But he wasn't bragging. He got upset. He said Michael was bad in bed and should be called Princess Teeny-Tiny."
Marcus laughs. "Well, I don't have any information on Mike beneath the belt. But tell you what -- he's in London right now. When he gets back, we'll all get together, and you can ask him yourself."
Ask Michael J. Fox about his size? I don't think so! But it would be fun to meet him.
I date Ivo three or four more times, but his stories become more and more bizarre.
Saturday, August 10th: The promised lunch with Marcus and Michael.