San Diego |
Something different happened online. Something that never
happens. I had all these guys who seemed pretty decent, wanting to chat with me
at the same time one afternoon. I was excited and nervous. What if Perry would
walk in? I had my own room, but his closet was in my room and mine was in his,
long story about how he wanted me to have the main bedroom and I couldn’t do
that to someone in his own home. I was chatting away with all these guys, in no
time, the number had gone down to two or three. Most of them turned out to be
jerks. No surprises there! Elvis had sent me an email the night before hoping
to catch me online so we could chat. I wrapped up my conversations with the
final two or so guys and as I was about to log off, Elvis logged on!
We chatted for a few minutes and he asked for my number. I
told him we would have to talk a bit longer than that for me to give him my
number. He sent me two more messages and asked again if we had talked long
enough. Funny, very funny. NOT. Eventually, I gave him my number, it must have
been the following day or so. I told him to call me in an hour. I thought it
would be safe for me to go for a walk and talk to me while I was out. The walls
are very thin here, people overhear everything all the time. I’m not crazy
about that. Elvis had a few pictures on his profile. He looked like someone you
can trust. Tall, longish hair, slick back, dark hair, brown eyes, slim. Just
like I like them. Blue eyes would have made him perfect, but I was still happy
with him lookswise.
He was older, 47, never been married (red flag!) but I was
like, let’s give him a try. He called me in an hour’s time as per arrangement.
We talked for four hours flat. I was walking around and around in circles the
entire time. Amongst other things, it came out that he was the youngest of
three, a 62 year old sister, a late brother and then him. His dad passed away,
but his mom is still living, he wouldn’t tell me her age, once he found out
that I worked out that his age wasn’t what he had stated on his profile from
the sibling’s ages and the age difference among them. I asked him again how old
he was, he told me the age he stated on the profile, I was like, well, I
forgot, tell me again! He told me he was 48, he had a birthday coming up in a
few days, so he was turning 49. I didn’t understand (still don’t) why he would
lie about his age, especially considering how young he looked (or did he?) and
just one year’s difference? To that, he told me that his ex was on the site and
he did that to spite her. Apparently, he knew it would get to her to see that
he lied about his age. I don’t know why he cared what she thought and why he
would think that she would care!
That was a bit of a red flag, the lying about his age and
the ex whose opinion he still cared about. He told me that he had dated women
from Africa before, one from Kenya and one from God-Knows-Where. I didn’t care,
still don’t. The conversation went very well. He seemed like a cool guy, funny
too. I laughed a whole lot during that conversation. He, for some unknown
reason, when he found out about my interest in acting, told me I was talking to
the right guy. He got his nephew into acting. He taught the nephew everything
the nephew knows. Interesting! The nephew, has been on Grey’s Anatomy (love
it!), Glee (love!), Entourage and a few other shows. He is currently, well last
they talked, he was dating a woman who used to be a Laker’s Cheerleader in
Paula Abdul’s time. So older woman. So he thought he’d also tell me who in Hollywood is gay or
rather in the closet. I thought that was a very interesting topic for our very
first telephone conversation and something I really needed to know, urgently!
NOT!
Half Asleep, in New Jersey, on the phone with Perry |
We talked and talked and laughed and joked around and I was
excited to get to know him. You wouldn’t say he was approaching fifty from his
personality. Which could be a good thing or a bad thing. At some point, he told
me he had to get off the phone because HE WAS TIRED! Ok, interesting way to end
a call, YOU made to ME. Bye! I went back to the house, Perry was busy in his
office, drawing plans and all that architecture stuff, chilling with the small
dog, his best friend. I went to my bedroom and did my loner stuff. I can be
such a loner sometimes haha.
Elvis called me the following day, He told me a bit more
about himself, he works for Sears, you know the department store that also
stocks The Kardashian Kollection? He told me that he trains people at work and
he specialises in displays, the Kardashians were so impressed with his work,
they called them personally when they opened a new Dash store and asked him to
work for them. He told me he politely declined. He doesn’t like them and didn’t
want to be associated with them.
He then went on to tell me about the celebrities he had
served at his work, Pamela Anderson, Joey from Friends and a whole of others
AND some porn stars. I heard the one about the porn stars a few times already.
He has really long stories and background information on all the stars he
served, you’d swear he went on dates with people and that they didn’t just buy
a tv from him. When I mentioned that, he
told me he takes care of his clients and that some celebs are nice people like
you and I. Ok then you didn’t have to tell me that, I’m from Africa not
somewhere under a rock! He also made sure to explain every phrase he used, for
some reason, he thought that I wouldn’t understand, this happened after he
learned I was from South Africa, before that, he treated me like a normal
person who understands English.
At Perry's one winter night |
I had to ask him nicely to please chill out. I was an
English teacher for a few minutes, you know? Gimme a break here! Other than
that, I found him interesting and enjoyed getting to know him. He was in Los Angeles,
I was in San Diego, two hours difference! Mh, will it work? I wondered! Imagine
if it did? Dating someone who lived in my dream city, City of Angels, closer
and closer to the dream! And he already had all this inside info and interest
in the industry. I would obviously have to move to LA at some point, not
necessarily with him but, you know, to get closer plus it’s not like I had a
place to stay in SD. We talked all the time with Elvis. He would always call me
when he got home after work, after he “had a bite to eat.” We’d talk until he
fell asleep on me on the phone, sometimes he’d even start snoring haha. I
thought that was cute and romantic.
San diego Bay |
He was my something to look forward to when days were really
dark for me. I was hoping, he wouldn’t ask me about my living arrangement just
yet. I was almost glad he was a little ways away (yeah people say that here,
doesn’t that sound weird, a little ways away?). One day, while conversing over
the phone, I asked him about his living arrangement, darn it, Brook, why would
you go there? Now you have to tell him about yours! What to do? What to do!
He stuttered for a second and asked if I really wanted to
know, when he asked me that I more really wanted to know than I did when I
asked initially! My heart started beating fast, Gosh, what if he’s married, is
divorced but still lives with his ex wife, lives with his wife’s family, what?
What? Ugh, WHAT?
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