Blog # 1
I have thought long and hard (pun intended) on which bad/crazy/lustful story from my scrumptious dating life in NYC to spin for you (the reader). I have lived in Manhattan on and off as a performing Musical Theater actor for the past three and a half years. I have loved! I have lost! I have lost my pants and had an amazing walk of shame (that's a story for another day) and I have dated every nutty, slutty, narcissistic, weirdo this city has to offer. I first thought of telling my dating stories in chronological order... but decided against that because my first year of dating in the city was not nearly as fun and zaney as the last several years and I didn’t want to bore you (the reader) to death. So hear (here?) is my first story one I have entitled
"SLEEP NO MORE" The Dark Eyed Man. Part 1
It was a dark warm summer night when I found myself entering the tall sexy unmarked building in the meat packing district. I was there to run a promotion for Pama Liquor at a swanky new bar. The bar is located inside the McKittrick Hotel where the ever growing hit new show "Sleep no more" was playing. I had heard little about the show prior to walking in the front door. I knew it was an interactive theatrical experience based on Macbeth in which everyone but the actors ware creepy sleek masks. I go down a dark hall to what appears to be an old fashioned box office where I am given a playing card the ace of spades. I was then directed past some thick red velvet curtains up a flight of stairs and into a hazy slinky bar with an amazingly eerie jazz band and a femme fatale bar tendress who calls herself Darkness. Darkness was dressed in a long tight black thirties evening gown and her midnight colored hair looked as if it had been glued to her perfect symmetrically shaped head. I reviled my reason for being at the bar and she asked me what I wanted to drink while I waited for the bar manager. I told her I wanted a soft core porn dirty Vodka martini (light on the dirty heavy on the tini)........ she was not amused!
She made me a gimlet instead. As I sipped on this infectiously amazing cocktail I met Brian the manager who insisted I go see the MC and the lady who resides in the bar (also decked out in sexy thirties garb) and have them escort me into the show. Well I did as I was told. I was given a mask and told never ever to take it off unless I returned to the bar on the second floor. I took the elevator with the Lady of the bar to the top floor where she let me off with a slightly wet kiss bidding me a duo. I enter what appears to be a whole other universe one of a time which has past. I’m in a foggy graveyard all alone. The soil is wet and moist beneath my feet. I follow my way through the graveyard till I see a house with a set of enormous French doors. I see masked people inside slowly slinking about rummaging through the dressers of the master bed room. There is an elevated bathtub filled with what appears to be blood and a sexy red headed woman in nothing but a see-through negligee bathes a naked man who appears to be grief stricken. I enter the room and am turned on immediately by the almost disturbing display of two naked people playing out an intimate scene in a room where people with invisible faces watch their every move. I approach the bath tub and get so close to the actors I can feel the heat radiating off their sweaty bodies. I am instantly under a spell of obsession. I watch the two get into bed and fondle and play with each other. Then the man puts on his clothes and races out of the room. Most of the masked people run after him. I however stay to see what the sexy thin red head will do after being abandoned by who I assume is supposed to be Macbeth. The women goes into a crazy rage thrashing her body around the bed and crawls over dressers and furniture till she disappears into a small glass room where we watch as she strips down to nothing and dances. After her Modern solo she pulls out a satin blue robe and covers herself leaving the room. I run with the others who have stayed to watch her sexy dance solo we are all infatuated to see what she will do next. I follow her from room to room floor to floor getting lost along the way seeing other actors play out different creepy scenes. One minuet I’m in a deserted candy shop going through jars of sweets. I drop one of the jars and it shatters. Embarrassed I flee the candy shop and enter another door which leads me to a Taxidermy shop and then another and another going into a morgue, a hospital room, another house with three or four rooms. A baby’s room with a crib and a chandelier made out of baby doll body parts. I finally enter a large ballroom where the entire cast has convened for a banquet... a feast. The whole thing moved in slow motion while the theme from Hitchcock’s Vertigo echoed off the walls. This was the end of my journey in the hotel and the show was over.
I enter the bar feeling naughty and frightened and turned on as hell. I remove my mask as a Jazz Singer scats to a Cole porter tune. I approach Brandon and Darkness and regale them with my adventure I have just taken. Brandon realizing how much I liked the show invites me to stay after the patrons leave and meet the cast and crew who drink out on a secret balcony not open to the public. I am stoked. One by one I recognize the actors as they pile into the bar area. I am slowly introduced to several cast members including the sexy red head. I start drinking and conversing and flirting with each one of them. I excuse myself from the warm summer air out on the balcony to refresh my cocktail. As Darkness concocts me another Gimlet I notice a tall slender mysterious gentleman at the end of the bar stalking me with his piercing black eyes. He seems to be almost hunting me with his gaze... the corners of his mouth become wet as he salivates over my body like it’s going to be his next scrumptious meal. I head back out onto the balcony to continue discussing the show with the cast members. The mysterious man subtly follows listening to my every word. I am expecting him to make a dramatic move and come introduce himself...however he does not. About a half hour goes by and still no words have been spilled between me and the mysterious man. I finally realize it will be me who has to make the first attempt at verbal communication. I slowly walk over and introduce myself to the tall man. He tells me his name is Mike and that he is the scenic designer for the show. I praise him for his immaculate work and we are instantly swept up in a wealth of stimulating conversation... before I know it over an hour has gone by and most of the cast have said their goodbyes and gone home for the night. All that remain are me and this dark eyed man named Mike. I start to excuse myself and exit out of the hotel to trek it uptown to my 25th floor apartment in Trump Tower where I was staying at the time when Mike asks me if I'd like a personal tour of the hotel. I tell him I would love nothing more.
"When?" I ask
"No time like the present" Mike replies
"Good Answer" I whisper in his ear as I softly caress it with my lips.
We enter the hotel just the two of us unmasked.
It is very dark and almost disorienting with the lights out but Mike knows every inch of the space like the back of his hand. He takes me from room to room describing how much goes in to preparing the hotel for the show every night (I decide not to tell him about the broken candy jar) He shows me secret passageways and tells me about all the inter working of the show. How the plot develops. How the cast sneak from room to room unnoticed by the audience. It is dark and warm and still in the hotel nothing moves except the two of us... I am a little frightened and turned on at the same time I can feel the heat rising off Mike's body like I did off Lady Macbeth’s body when I first entered the room with the bathtub. I tell him to take me to that room. He slowly leads the way to what is supposed to be Macbeth's house we enter the French doors and immediately embrace and began to kiss each other passionately. I don’t know if it was the show, the booze, the sexy Jazz music, the enticing naked actors, the warm summer night, or the dark eyed mysterious man but I let myself fall under a spell of carnal animal lust. I ripped at Mikes clothes as he threw me onto the bed. We behaved as animals biting and clawing at each other until we were both completely naked. I could still smell the salty sweat of the actors who rolled around in this bed not two hours prior. I felt like I was in the show. I could feel a hundred masked strangers’ eyes on me and Mike as we started to passionately make love to each other and it made me even more aroused. Mike did things to me no other man had. It was utter lust. After we had finished devouring each other we lay naked in the sheets spooning. We lay there in and out of conciseness till the sun rose. I got to my feet dressed myself and started to leave. Mike stopped me and insisted I come back to the show as his guest and he would show me all the amazing things I had missed during the course of the night. I accepted his invitation and we exchanged phone numbers. I told him I never do things like this and he insisted it was a first for him...half of me believed his story another half knew it was utter bullshit.... however in that moment I didn’t care. I was living for free in one of the nicest buildings in Manhattan. I had just had some of the most amazing sex of my life and I had a date with the scenic designer of one of the hottest new shows in town. Things were looking up indeed.... or so I thought!
"When?" I ask
"No time like the present" Mike replies
"Good Answer" I whisper in his ear as I softly caress it with my lips.
We enter the hotel just the two of us unmasked.
It is very dark and almost disorienting with the lights out but Mike knows every inch of the space like the back of his hand. He takes me from room to room describing how much goes in to preparing the hotel for the show every night (I decide not to tell him about the broken candy jar) He shows me secret passageways and tells me about all the inter working of the show. How the plot develops. How the cast sneak from room to room unnoticed by the audience. It is dark and warm and still in the hotel nothing moves except the two of us... I am a little frightened and turned on at the same time I can feel the heat rising off Mike's body like I did off Lady Macbeth’s body when I first entered the room with the bathtub. I tell him to take me to that room. He slowly leads the way to what is supposed to be Macbeth's house we enter the French doors and immediately embrace and began to kiss each other passionately. I don’t know if it was the show, the booze, the sexy Jazz music, the enticing naked actors, the warm summer night, or the dark eyed mysterious man but I let myself fall under a spell of carnal animal lust. I ripped at Mikes clothes as he threw me onto the bed. We behaved as animals biting and clawing at each other until we were both completely naked. I could still smell the salty sweat of the actors who rolled around in this bed not two hours prior. I felt like I was in the show. I could feel a hundred masked strangers’ eyes on me and Mike as we started to passionately make love to each other and it made me even more aroused. Mike did things to me no other man had. It was utter lust. After we had finished devouring each other we lay naked in the sheets spooning. We lay there in and out of conciseness till the sun rose. I got to my feet dressed myself and started to leave. Mike stopped me and insisted I come back to the show as his guest and he would show me all the amazing things I had missed during the course of the night. I accepted his invitation and we exchanged phone numbers. I told him I never do things like this and he insisted it was a first for him...half of me believed his story another half knew it was utter bullshit.... however in that moment I didn’t care. I was living for free in one of the nicest buildings in Manhattan. I had just had some of the most amazing sex of my life and I had a date with the scenic designer of one of the hottest new shows in town. Things were looking up indeed.... or so I thought!
To be continued...
