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At the end of January, I hosted a lovely young woman, Angela, from Brazil. Interestingly enough, she was from Porto Alegre. The very place I visited a few years ago.
Dan is from London. He's 37 years old and gay. Which is why I invited him. Still, I had second thoughts right before he arrived. My imagination is quite vivid (imagine my saying that with a British accent,) and the thought crossed my mind that he could be a serial killer posing as a harmless, jolly, Englishman. So at the first opportunity, I mentioned that I have a gun, and that I'm proficient in Taekwondo. He was a tad taken aback. A discussion ensued about the utopian gun-free society of the UK. I said, "Dude, you're not in Kensington any more, and I WILL put a cap in yo' ass." Unfortunately, I don't know where the bullets are. But he didn't know that. Since he looked a little shaken up, I decided against acting out the scene from Annie Hall where Christopher Walken (Diane Keaton's brother) is driving Woody Allen from the airport, and asks him if he ever had the impulse to swerve into oncoming traffic. One of my favorite movie scenes.
It was totally benevolent, though. I just wanted him to experience a nice slice of life in Memphis. I really am a very gracious hostess. Why else would I eat barbeque three days in a row? Take him to Graceland (I just dropped him off, though,) spend hours on Beale Street, and introduce him to my coolest friends? Pick him up at the Greyhound station and drop him off at the airport? About the Greyhound station. He called me when his bus pulled up. I told him he'd know me because I was the only white person there. But I think I might've said it a little too loudly, because I noticed quite a few stink-eyes after that. When the passengers on his bus shuffled into the station, I was a little freaked out, because there were several very weird men (it had been a while since I'd looked at his picture,) and making eye contact with them was a little scary.
But all's well that ends well. I convinced Deb that he hadn't stolen the silver or my identity.
Now, I'm going to close. Because I have fun plans for tonight. With the cutest, funniest, sweetest guy I've met in a very long time. So I'm gonna get started with some serious primping right now...
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