The tales of a 30 something gay stand-up comic living in NYC who is searching for his soul mate or soul...which ever comes first.

Wednesday, October 29, 2003

Lunchtime Angels

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This is the story of three lovely ladies who had lunch with me.

Meet Holly: Glamorous, dark haired, and dangerous. Able to steal the hearts of straight men, and can kick balls clear to right field.

Meet Michelle: Small yet powerful, she takes the shortest path to the object of her desire, which is the hearts of ladies everywhere!

Meet Stephanie: Men can't have her, women want to be her! The most powerful of the three, she is the diplomat who radiates such light she can put a smile on the face of even the most bitter queen.

And who am I? The testosterone of the bunch, able to leap on tall men in a single bound, who speaks faster that a speeding bullet, and who writes up stuff like this while the system uploads records to the database. I meet these "angels" for lunch on a weekly basis, and my life is all the richer for it.


 
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