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My Other Homeless Friend

My other homeless friend, Cindi, is in town. She’s homeless by choice. Her lease was up on her house and her landlord decided to move her boyfriend into the house. Cindi knew she’d only have a year in the house so moving was not unexpected. As luck would have it, she’s been house sitting since the beginning of December. It seems people who do not like to ski migrate to one of their other residences during the Santa Fe winter. Cindi will be house sitting until the end of March with most of her possessions in storage.

Cindi arrived in town last night. I bought a Monet exhibit ticket for her a few weeks ago before the exhibit sold out. She’ll be looking at art while I’ll be working this afternoon. Cindi returns to Santa Fe on Monday.

In other homeless news, I have not talked to Mack. He has initiated all communication via text or email. I know very little about the situation as he only chooses to answer certain questions. He has referenced “his latest bout of depression”. Oddly, I never heard him talk about being depressed but I guess this may not be unusual. He has not explained why his brother or father will not help him. I agreed to talk face to face. I’m waiting for Mack to propose a date and time. I’m not pursuing the matter because I really don’t look forward to meeting with him. Mack told me he wore out his welcome with his current host. I expect him to ask me to take him in. I’m not sure I want to do that.

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What To Do?

Mack texted me last week. It had been eight months since our last communication. His text said work was fine but the rest was rocky. Last night he sent an email which I read this morning. Mack has been evicted. He’s asking me to help. Not sure what I’m going to do.

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Two Men, Two Lives

I ran into Garrett in a bar on Friday night after the art tour. I hadn’t seen Garrett for months. We had a good time catching up. He would like to move back into my neighborhood. He and his ex-partner sold their house when they broke up about a decade ago. Garrett had another very successful year. His passion is sales and his income reflects his success. He told me spends $4,000 a month on eating out as he seldom wants to cook after a long day. Garrett only eats at high-end restaurants so it’s not hard to rack up expensive dinner tabs. I would wager a large part of the 4 grand is spent on alcohol. He hasn’t had a steady boyfriend since he split from his ex. He “dates” strippers who seem to be easily attracted to his expensive clothes, flashy watches and the always immaculate Range Rover. Garrett is a really nice guy. Once you strip away all the fluff, you realized he’s a honorable guy with a good heart. When I met him many years ago, he was one of the most handsome men I’d ever seen. Years of living a rich life and drinking have taken a toll on his looks but he’s still a very good-looking man.

On Saturday morning, Morgan called to let me know a mutual friend of ours committed suicide a few weeks ago. Oddly, a guy Morgan hooked up with on Friday night was the source of the news. Rod was a guy who knew a lot of people but didn’t seem to have an inner circle of friends. Rod had an art degree but never made his living off art. He was one of those people who seemed to have struggled their whole life. When I met Rod he had a partner but they had separate apartments. Rod couldn’t afford a car so he relied on public transportation when he couldn’t use his partner’s car. Rod had an hourly job at Walmart. A year ago he received a promotion shortly after his relationship ended. He was so proud of his promotion. He boasted about making $4,000 a month. It was the most money he had ever made. Rod was 61 when he was promoted to management. I only saw Rob socially. I didn’t communicate with him outside of social situations. I didn’t feel I had anything in common with him other that we were both gay men.

Two men living two very different lives. Garrett spends four grand a month on eating out, while Rod only made four grand a month. Garrett drives a Range Rover while Rod couldn’t afford a car even after his promotion. Is it life choices, or just fate, that these two men have such dissimilar lives? What motivated Garrett to be a super star salesman while Rod didn’t ever seem to have any motivation to improve his life? Garrett is always looking for the next big deal. He thrives on the financial rewards. Rod seemed to accept his life would never be any better than it had been. To be fair, I could be misjudging Rod. I only knew him for 3 years while I’ve known Garrett for 30 years.

In any case, learning of Rod’s death made me sad. I guess he felt like he had nothing left to live for. I wonder if Rod lost hope. What’s life without hope?

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Single, Looking To Mingle

Miss Y is hosting her first party tonight as a newly single woman. Single at 54 is not what she had planned for her life, but she’s not going to let a divorce, or her ex-husband, derail her life.

I look forward to the party. Miss Y knows how to throw a party. Tasty food and top-shelf liquor are standard. She consistently has interesting guests. There’s always eye candy to admire even if they play for her team.

Kelly and her husband will be at the party. I enjoy spending time with them. Kelly invariably has an interesting story. Mack was invited to the party too. I haven’t heard from him since May. He hasn’t asked for ride to the party. He either managed to buy a car, has other plans, or is taking an Uber.

I expect 2020 to bring many new adventures and good times. It hope it does the same for you.

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A Man I Met

In the summer of 2018, I met a man in a bar on a hot sunny afternoon. He was a friend of a friend. I felt a connection with this man. He was around my age, held a professional position, was easy on the eyes, and had a warm personality. He was newly separated from his husband, which, was a major red flag. He was in the process of selling the marital home and purchasing another home under construction. I had an enjoyable time talking to the man. If anything, I made a new friend. I saw him socially a few more times. Each time it felt great to be around him. His divorce was dragging on resulting in sizeable legal expenses. I chose not to ask him out. I didn’t want to become an issue in the man’s messy divorce. I also thought he needed time to heal. I didn’t want to just hook up with him, which, he indicated would be fine with him. I didn’t want to be a rebound fling.

I ran into the man at a holiday party last year. His divorce was final. His ex-husband moved to California with his settlement payment. The man had moved into his new home. He had started to date a guy he met at a cocktail party a few weeks prior. I guess I should have stayed in closer contact with him. I decided the universe was telling me I wasn’t meant to be with him.

I ran into the man and his new boyfriend several times over the last year. His boyfriend is a really likeable guy. I can see why the man is dating him.

I saw the man in a bar in August celebrating his best friend’s birthday. His ex-husband had recently passed away. They had only been divorced for three months. Vast amounts of money had been spent on lawyers and settlement payments and then his ex dies. At least the man was happy with his new boyfriend. You can’t put a price on happiness with a new man.

Two weeks ago, I ran into the man and his boyfriend at a holiday party. He recently started chemo and radiation treatments for lung cancer. I was shocked to learn he was ill. He’s not showing the effects of treatment yet, but the prognosis is not good. I offered my support. I also shared some of my experiences with chemo and radiation. As odd as this sounds, it was a very good conversation. The man has a very positive attitude. He has been to hell and back with his divorce. He found a new man. And then he gets cancer. I’m not sure I would be as positive.

The universe really did not want me to be with this man. Clearly, any man I date is eventually going to die. I’m going to die. It puts dating in a new light.

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Holiday Cheer

I drove by the rich guys’ mansion on my way home last night. I snapped a pic of their holiday lights. It’s a mix of holiday spirit and gay pride.

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Non-traditional Holiday Cards

I found these non-traditional holiday from 1968 while running wild on the Internet yesterday. Have a great holiday.

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