Wednesday, July 3rd, 1985: I arrive in Los Angeles and stay with my old high school friend Tom and his parents in Van Nuys.
Friday, July 5th: 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, followed by cruising at the Gold Coast and dinner at the French Quarter. He came to Los Angeles to become an actor five years ago, and has been in a few things.
"Do you know anyone famous?" I ask with tourist zeal.
"Nobody really famous. I mean, some guys on tv. I know Michael J. Fox from acting class."
I'm not impressed. I've barely heard of Michael J. Fox -- he's getting some teen idol exposure for his role as Alex P. Keaton, conservative son of ex-hippie parents on the sitcom Family Ties. But I've only seen the show a few times.
Marcus plans to stay celibate until there's a cure for AIDS, so no more dating. But we stay friends.
Wednesday, July 10th: I start working at Muscle and Fitness, two days a week as a "contributing editor," aka gopher. On my first day, I meet Ivo, a stringer for the magazine, about 30 years old, a Bulgarian bodybuilder, with short brown hair, a boyish open face, massive shoulders, and slates for abs.
Saturday, July 13th: 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 in bed. They should call him Princess Teeny-Tiny!"
Weird coincidence! I think. I've been in town a week, and already I've met two people who know Michael J. Fox, and one of them is his ex-lover!
The full story, with nude photos (of Ivo and Marcus, not of Michael) is on Tales of West Hollywood.