Sunday, January 02, 2011
Here for the Party
Yesterday was the every other year New Year's open house event hosted by our friends Chef Bob and Nurse Matt. Ok, he's not a nurse, it's an inside faux pas from Rebecca.
Poor Matt was maligned for being a gay man in a hospital setting. "Someone" assumed if he was gay and male, he must be a nurse.....or murse, if you will. He isn't. He's a surgeon. He was miffed - but that's just Matt. Everyone but Matt found it somewhat amusing.
Anyhoo - they have their open house on New Years, but only every other year. It's still nice to be on the invite list. It's a nice house and with a chef as one of the hosts, you know good food will be involved. I had Bob cater my parent's 50th anniversary. ....and it has to save them a boatload of cash when doing this party.
While certainly a gay friendly event, it's not a gay party - except for the hosts. It is equal part work event - mostly for Matt. I ran into many a physician or hospital staff that I know/knew from back in the day.
Normally, we run into a number of homos that we know or at least see at places like this. Not so much this year. Yeah there were a few - and one couple we know well, so that was fun. But another couple that was there......it is a reason I get stymied by socializing.
One of them I know fairly well. His partner of 3-4 years not as much, though I've met him a dozen times. It's not that he doesn't remember my name - which he doesn't. It irks me that he doesn't remember me at all.
I'm not sure if this is his issue or mine. Well, clearly it is mine, I'm just not sure if it mine alone.
Maybe his memory sucks. Maybe he just doesn't care to know me, so why bother remembering my name of if he's ever met me. Naturally, I told one of my friends this little tidbit and when they approached, said, "well you remember Denton and Blobby". Of course, he replied in the affirmative, even though I don't believe him for a nanosecond.
And yes, I know I'm seemingly hypersensitive about a couple I really don't care about in the big picture. But I remember them and make them feel welcome, is it that hard to do the same? It's Cleveland and being gay - the community just isn't that big. Make a fucking effort, I say.
I've mentioned my lack of self-esteem in these issues over the years of this blog. I pretty much remember most folks, but always assume no one remembers me. Or I like to use it with self-deprecating humour - but it happens more than I care to believe. It sets off all kinds of triggers that dig in deeper that lack of self-esteem.
Am I not memorable??
Please, discuss amongst yourselves.
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