I and my hubby were out shopping this weekend. Since it was so f****** cold outside, we went out in all condition gear. To my surprise, one of the Hugo Boss' stores had a team of sales personnel that was totally unfriendly. I wear suites all week at the office, and work myself through plenty of shirts every year. I don’t tend to enter into the store on cold and rainy days with a suite and a tie. And I do dress quite casual in my spare time.
Entering the store, we really didn’t find anything nice on the first floor. Suddenly I looked up and saw that one of the team was laughing at us on the mezzanine. Kind of like; so here are these two guys wearing big jackets with hoods, jeans and sneakers at our fancy Hugo Boss store. Boohoo. Anyhow we went upstairs and I found a couple of new shirts that I liked and decided to buy them. When I went down, I got to the cash desk. I gave them my credit card to pay for my two shirts and suddenly when they saw it their attitude changed.
From being unprofessional they were staring to lick ass big time. “Where are you from, can we help you with some more Mr T”.
Ask my hubby and you would get the answer that once I see something I like, my conversion rate is high. I tend to buy it quite fast. But this time I said no. At the same time I thought to myself that I am not going to give this poor loser of a bloke more commission than he already had.
I felt that I just participated in an episode of Pretty Woman. I have never witnessed a so unprofessional team ever. And if they only had known they’re own brand they would have seen that I was wearing Hugo Orange, sneakers and jeans.
Sometimes I wonder about the difference of what I can write public. Some things are too private to write. Even on a site like this. How detailed I want to go. About life, love and the whole big bang. Some things are not worth to publish, and some things is not smart to publish.
Oh, I am too tired to think about this kind of stuff tonight...
I was chatting with a mate yesterday. During the conversation the subject of TV-crushes was mentioned. My mate had lots of crushes. From Bobby in Dallas, a bloke from NYPD blue, George Clooney and some big lad from Dynasty. I didn’t know the half of them.
So I was challenged to mention my big TV-crushes. To be honest I don’t remember than many. Only one comes to mind. A late brilliant British TV-journalist with witty humour and a larger then life charm. If you don’t know who I am talking about, you are not alone. My mate didn’t either. Not at this point.
Ok so here are some cue words; chubby, laddish, Armani suits, bald, funny, warm, big boned and a hot gay bloke. Ok any British readers might know who I am talking about, but do you?
Some more Cue’s ? Well his fame started with the news show Zero 30, and later he created the fabulous Liquid News.
So who am I talking about? None other than the late, great Chris Price. I remember having liquid news on a TV-channel I had through my cable provider, but the channel went out of the package for a couple of months. When I got the channel back, the setup on the show was changed, and Chris was not the presenter any more.
In late 2002 I found out that he didn’t quit the show, but he unfortunately died of a rare brain disease (meningoencephalitis). I remember I was so shocked when I found out. I don’t know why, I surely didn’t know him personally, but I know I had a big TV-crush on him. Probably the only big TV crush I ever had.
Well to round this post up I guess I will add another photo:
Damd, it feels nice to be lazy. Wasn’t out of the bed here, until the clock was eleven. Just had a nice espresso and are heading out for early lunch, late breakfast. Just going to hit the shower, and get dressed.
Uploaded a some new pictures from yesterdays photo session at Biggercity. Suspenders are nice LOL
During Europride in Stockholm this summer, I got into a fight over words with this local bearded drama-queen from Sweden. Here is the story and the lessons learnt some months in retrospective.
It started out as a great week with friends and my hubby. Dining, heading for parties, enjoying the pride and having a good time. So what is wrong with this picture? Nothing really but at one of the bear parties this Swedish drama queen comes up to me and tell me that I should drop one of my mates. Why I kindly asked, and boy was I surprised by his answer.
This totally garbage of a human soul told me that my mate was "Soo - not a bear", and had nothing to do at a bear party. And he didn't know why we (aka "the bear gang" i suppose?) hang with him. "What?" I said, following up with "Who the f*%¤ do you think you are?". This f*%#ing twat said "I am famous, you are lucky to talk with me". I was like "Whatever, skank ho, get out of my face, and out of this lounge you shithole".
Luckily my mate didn't hear any of the conversations since he is a really nice, big and caring guy. I have no clue if he considers himself a bear, and I cant see how that’s really the point. We were a nice group of guys having a good time, being inclusive and not bothering anyone. How can people find it so provocative that this big lug of a guy was there?
Don’t get me wrong, but people are people, and being a gay male bear is for me, all in the mindset. Real bears only exist in the wildlife or at the zoo. I don’t think they hang around at bear bars waiting to hook up with drama queens.
Ok, so what are the lesions learnt 1) Don’t underestimate how stupid some people are 2) Human gay male bears comes in all shapes, sizes and colors 3) Even at the gay human bears there are drama queens with egos like a hot air balloon
Ok music of choice to this post was either the pretenders “Don’t get me wrong” or Mary J. Blige “No more Drama”.