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Sunday, November 12, 2000

I'm writing this post from Santa Monica Boulevard in West Hollywood, also affectionately known as WeHo, in the cozy confines of a little cafe called the WeHo Lounge. The weather is beautiful and so are the people. Not suprisingly, there are a ton of "model scouts" perambulating the area. I've been warned that "I'm looking for models," is a line 95% of the time.

Jonno was nice enough to humor a call from me last night and as much as I wanted to see Kian while I was out here, an unfortuante turn of events has prevented me from doing so. After a short walk through the city, I returned to find my rental car gone. Who would steal a Ford Taurus in LA? Well, the answer wasn't what I was expecting: my car had, in fact, been towed and slapped with a $40 parking ticket in a permit-only—and highly-obscured, I might add—parking spot. Alas, the better part of my day has been spent tracking down my transportation.

Touring the bars on Santa Monica has proven to be a little disappointing, although I did have a good time. The lights and music are great in all of them. After spending a few hours spent posing with a beer bottle at Rage, I headed over to Mickey's. It was crowded but the vibe was darker, older. After making a round or two, I ordered a drink from the bartender and, while surveying the crowd from the bar, I spotted Patrick dancing on a box in the middle of the dance floor. Whether it was club lighting or not, he looked hot. Then again, I always have a thing for strippers, but we cruised each other, me assuming he was crusing me for a tip, and I passed it off with a smile.

I moved to the dance floor and lost myself in the darkness, closing my eyes and imagining myself somewhere else. I was brought back to LA by a hand on my waist.

"Hey, are you gonna be around for a few minutes?" It was the dancer from earlier. I nodded, and he left towards the back snapping the bottoms of his boxer briefs with his thumbs. He returned fully clothed and I danced my way over to him with my hand extended. We shook and introduced ourselves.

"Would it be to forward if I gave you my phone number?"