And I Meow Meow Meow....

Cats
I'm a kitty-cat
& I dance dance dance
& I dance dance dance...

This little lyric from a popular flash cartoon, has run wild through our office. Nobody can stop singing it. And I Meow Meow Meow and I Meow Meow Meow. Hey, it's a pretty good song. It's got a good beat and you can dance to it. But this little tub of fluff has got me thinking. I do wanna dance dance dance, and a dance dance dance. Maybe we are all just little kitties just dancing along, to our own song.

Perhaps this weekend will be just that. Me and my gal pals will all go out and have a grand ole time, dance dance dancing. And maybe we will find some men to meow meow meow at. Being a 'mo on the go is hard work. As I've learned, you have to keep-up appearances at all times. I mean, you are being judged by men. For instants when I learned I was going to be introduced to another single gay dude, I cleaned house. Even without knowing a thing about this guy! First of all I went shopping. I had to find the perfect outfit for the party where we were to meet. It was at an Oscar party, I had to be sure it was glamorous. I went to six different stores. I wound up only buying a belt. A Perry Ellis belt no less. Then I still had to piece together a costume. I dusted off my sexy black suit and matched it with a basic white tuxedo shirt & retro tie. Done. I got my hair "did" at the local barbers. Then, I plucked, trimmed, waxed all kinds of other hair. I did a deep-pore cleansing facial plus an apricot scrub. Trimmed the nails, hands & toes. After all that I had to take a relaxing bubble bath, then a shower, finally I got dressed, matched the suit with a beret, & headed to the party. When we finally met, it was not magic. But that's not the point really. It was about the adrenaline, the anticipation. The way he ignored me all night. It was fantastic.

Perhaps love is out there for me somewhere. Vera told me, that I should be friends with him, because I don't have a lot of merry males as friends. But, I am realizing more and more; so what if I don't have a lot of gay-guy friends. I love the friends that I do have. A friend is a friend a date is a date and most (but not all) gay, homo, nancy, 'mo, dandy, merry, friend-of-Dorothy, what have you, are just looking for some tail. And that's okay, we're men.

So, this weekend I'll pluck, exfoliate, trim, shave, and I'll get back out there, where I dance dance dance & I dance dance dance. Cause I'm a kitty-cat, & I meow meow meow & I meow meow meow....