Iguana Ties Loose Ends

In the passed week or some I am SURE that many of you have had some questions going through your mind about my life. I am also sure they were along the lines of:

• Will Iguana ever find love?
• What happened to the Actor/Magician?
• What happened to the boy that I fell for?
• Who was the boy I had to kick out?
  
• Is Iguana drinking again?
  

Well aside from the last one, I will try to answer all of those, but not in the appropriate order. The last question is a joke because I just bought a Dinah Washington CD and that woman was fierce, very fierce.I think I may be in love with her looks and her style as well as her songs.

(That's not Dinah, but someone impersonating her and I LOVE HER!)

Anyway, lets answer these questions:

• What happened to the Actor/Magician?

The answer to that one was found out today actually. As we were auditioning more actors for the movie. The casting director told us how she was speaking to a gay producer from London and when she told him she was casting for the Sequel to Another Gay Movie. He flipped out and said, "You do know that the lead actor is having an affair with an actor who was also in the movie and happens to be British." I'm not saying names, but just look up the credits and you'll figure it out quickly. As I sat there it suddenly all became clear why my sexual advances were denied.

Yes, that's it. The reason he didn't sleep with me was because of that. Listen! That's my story and I'm stick to it!


Moving on, the next part is the BIG part of my entry.

• What happened to the boy I fell for? And who was that boy I kicked out of my bed?

So the boy. Oh, the boy. It seems in my life these flames burn quickly. That or I purposely LOOK for reasons to give up easily. Perhaps it's psychological, whatever the point is it happens. However, this guy seems to want it to happen.

So last I mentioned him he told me that he was going on a date and that's why he could hang out. We had a conversation following that about where we stood and what we stood for. Meaning, as we dating, fucking or what? I just like to have these lines drawn, even if only in the sand.

We he informed me that the date wasn't really someone he wanted to date, but got along with. And he DID like me and wanted to date more. I was content with that and smiled. He seemed to be no drama. He told me that he told me because he was being open and honest and I appreciated that.

It's funny how those little quirks about people, I find a way to USE against them later in life...or in 48 hours...

So Wednesday rolls around, the day of our date. When I wake up he usually would IM me to say hello and today was not exception. We start chatting and he tells me how he went to Sandy Hook (a beach) yesterday. It's a nude beach, I know this from having gone before.

Here's where it gets fun for EVERYONE. He went with his Ex bf and his Ex's new Bf. Okay, whatever. Then he mentions how he thinks his Ex's bf wants him. So I make jokes and investigate about how in this city it's VERY possible. Before I know it he tells me...

"It was my ex's birthday wish to have a threesome."

Honesty? This is honesty? Okay, seems like it, but let me ask you something...honestly. Am I supposed to be HAPPY with that? Slowly, revenge was brewing in my mind. Not revenge, but disappointment. So I jokingly follow with, "Did you do it?" Yes. Then to comfort me I suppose, he tells me it wasn't sex, they just fooled around. Oh how my nervousness fell...That was sarcasms for the slow out there.

Hey! It's his life, we're not an item. He can do what he wants. But then he topped the cake...

"So are we still on for our date?"

He put those TWO statements next to each other?! How is that possible? HOW?!

"DON'T FUCK WITH ME FELLAS!! THIS AIN'T MY FIRST TIME AT THE RODEO!!!"

Being the social butterfly I only but said, "Of course." So the date was set.

Note to the wise: When someone tells you that they had a threesome like that and you agree to go on a date with them later that night. Letting is brew in your mind will only make it worse.

So cut to later in the night. By this time I decided, that after tonight I would no longer REALLY bother with him. If he wanted to continue this farce I would indulge him. He had the nerve to tell me he wants to try dating me and tell me this. His actions were clearly speaking louder than his words.

I never claimed to be quick on the uptake and I'll admit I am a hopeless romantic so when he told me he was interested I thought, "Great!" But I'm NOT an idiot.

I continue...

We went to eat.

That was the date, that's all. He told me at the beginning that he wanted to go home early to sleep. I told him my friend was doing a drag show at a bar around midnight, I thought he would want to come. Nope. The conversation was nice, pleasant...whatever. What REALLY got my goose though was this.

Three times. Not once, not twice, but THREE he mentioned his ex bf's new BF. Not just mentioned him, but swooned about him. He had mentioned him before in conversation and I ignored it. But, when you bring it up on our time...Telling me he thinks he's hot, that he loves opera and something else. By the third time THIS was going through my mind:

FUCK YOU GUY! I DON'T NEED THIS BULLSHIT! I WILL GET YOU BACK!!!

However, I said, "Your eyes look nice tonight."

So the date ended sooner than it began and I realized I wouldn't be seeing him once again for another week, if at all. I had to strike while the iron was hot.

That's when I entered the night life. A bar in NYC called The Cock. It's slightly seedy, but fun. My friend, who is a drag queen, was doing a small show called Lindsay Lohan: The Musical. It was fun and cute, the finale being a recording of Linday's one hit and her burning her face into a HUGE pile of coke.

I met some interesting people in this night world, that I don't often go into. I need to more often. I met my first FTM Transsexual. He was so sweet and hit on me. I also met a "Bio Queen"

Then I met the guy.

I didn't know that he would play the role he did at the time. He was just another person I was meeting at this place. What I find funniest about it was he wasn't my type at all. But, apparently I was his.

He is a club kid who hangs out with all those famous people, but are SO underground that I don't know them. He is trendy, does all the right drugs and is thin as a rail. He is loud and funny and makes everyone laugh. He's always drunk and loves to be the center of attention.

He also wore his insecurities on his sleeve. He is gorgeous, but didn't see it. He has a bf, but I'm guessing their in an open relationship. That OR I just played the other woman. As I often have done.

He chatted and had an overall fun night. A fun night that went into the early morning. After the show and the bars I ended up at my friend's place (several of us did) and we were hanging out. The boy was leading the conversation and making eyes at me.

When I announced that I was going home to sleep he quickly began to buy time in asking me WHY I was leaving. Because I am tired. BUT I could crash there. I like my new place and I'm just a short walk away. I can escort you to your place. Really? Yes, so you're safe. Okay, lets go.

The rest is history. We fooled around, he said he wanted to fuck me. I stalled. He asked again. Kept fooling around. I noticed his giant endowment and swallowed me pride about hygiene. I'm cutting this short since work is through and I have an appointment with destiny...more later...