A Marriage Proposal at the Country Club
My agenda was clear-cut. I was determined to work on my "farmers tan" before making a trip far across the desert to see Homer, king of the Tucsonites. I am already pensive that I will be harshly judged on my dog paddling skills in the swimming pool. I am hoping a friendly bear will kindly offer his lap so I can taxi around the pool.
So, here I was sporting my Boiish swimtrunks at the Country Club yesterday. The Country Club is a clothing optional gay resort located just outside the French Quarter. Since my reputation is one of modesty, purity and virtue, I didn't go au naturale.
It was at this place that I got a marriage proposal. A nice 50 year old man from New York was quite smitten with me. I was delighted to make a new friend, so I engaged in some good conversation. Apparently, it is more of a novelty in New York to strike up conversations with total strangers.
Being social comes very easy for me since I have conquered my shyness. But does it hinder me in relationships? Am I simply too much of a social butterfly? Or a handful? Or... GASP... high maintenance? That is what I am pondering now.