the tale of the magic hat
Pete told me that his friend, a voiceover artist, decided to experiment. He put on a British accent, went out to a bar, and within minutes was having sex against a wall by the bathroom. Pete wishes he had a better accent.
I don’t generally need a gimmick to meet boys, but I discovered a rather effective one quite by accident.
Back when I was still with David, Harper came to visit, and Prince Charming threw a party. I got there a little late, and was happy to see Harper. I gave her a hug, and she handed me a bottle of champagne before going to the bathroom. I didn’t know the girls she’d been talking to, but I took a sip from the champagne and introduced myself.
They stared at me with open mouths.
Finally one of them said, “You just drank. . . out of the bottle.”
Not seeing a problem here, all I could think to say was, “Yeah, but Harper won’t mind.”
So my amazing gimmick isn’t getting very very drunk, but the fact is that I was. And I when we all went out, I left Prince Charming’s apartment wearing a dress, knee boots, and his Detroit Tigers baseball cap.
And I met every boy on Spring Street.
It was incredible. I met boys in bars and on the sidewalk and boys in passing cars. I didn’t have to do a thing, because this gross hat started my conversations for me.
It’s an approach I’ve been meaning to try again, just to see if I can replicate the results.