What Do You Call This?

My friend (and former NYU classmate) Resalin wrote an article for the Dallas Examiner, and I'm not sure that I believe that the guy in question was trying to cheat on his wife. You can decide for yourself here.

I guess my bigger problem is that my friend seemed to think she'd be forfeiting control of the situation if she agreed to share a meal with this person. This didn't take place in a third-world country where society places a huge rift between the sexes such that women must bend to a man's every whim. Even if she is in Texas.

I don't know what this guy's intentions were, but hers should be able to trump his, which is why I don't understand why she was so aghast. Unless she shared with this man an uncontrollable, all-consuming urge to have sex with any man who eats at the same table where she does. Then I could understand her ire.

What do you think?

In Other News ...

I'm working on a story for the City Beat about the oldest gay bar in Hollywood, and as it turns out, there is at least one place on Cahuenga where a man (straight or gay) can get paid $20 to have another man perform fellatio on him in the bathroom. I'm not naming any names, people!

Also, CrossFit in Hollywood kicked my ass for the second time yesterday, but I'm skinnier than I was last week. Here's the workout -- do it as fast as you can:

20 pull-ups

30 push-ups

40 sit-ups

50 squats

All that equals one set. We did five sets with a three-minute break between each one. And then I couldn't walk.

(Full disclosure: My friend Bridget and I only did half the quantity -- i.e., 10 pull-ups, 15 push-ups, etc. It was still hard.)