Disappearing Acts

Shalamar - Disappearing Act



Verse 1:
I never shoulda let you in my heart and that's a fact
Cause you gave me your love followed by a disappearing act
An illusion of love
That's all you were right from the start
Those promises in the dark 
Don't matter if you were just playing
Your magic touch really knocked me out
But like Houdini you were gone when I came around
Oh baby!

Verse 2:
I never shoulda let you in my heart and that's a fact 
Cause you gave me your love followed by a disappearing act
I got myself to blame 
I should know enough to come in out of the rain
You led me to believe that our need for love was one and the same
Hook, line, and sinker I bought your act
You had me too involved before I knew all the facts
Your words they left me mesmerized
You fed me lies and I swallowed every line
Oh baby!

Refrain:
I never shoulda let you in my heart and that's a fact
Cause you gave me your love followed by a disappearing act
I gotta find the part of my soul that you attract
What keeps me around is trying to solve your disappearing act

Bridge:
First your love puts my head in the clouds
Once you're sure that my life is in a tailspin
Then you're gone like the wind (te hee yeah!)

(Disappearing Act!) - repeat 5 times

Bridge 2:
Hook, line, and sinker I bought your act
You had me too involved before I knew all the facts
Your words they left me mesmerized
You fed me lies and I swallowed every line

Refrain 2:
I never shoulda let you in my heart and that's a fact
Cause you gave me your love followed by a disappearing act

Ad libs:
Yes you did
(Disappearing Act!) 
But that's alright uh-huh
But you're gone like the wind
(Disappearing Act!) 
(Disappearing Act!) 
I gotta find the part of my soul that you attract
What keeps me around is trying to solve your disappearing act
I never shoulda let you in my heart and that's a fact
Cause you gave me your love followed by a disappearing act
Cause you're gone
Gone like the wind
Gone like the wind

(Disappearing Act!) - repeat till fade

Why is it when it comes time to pay the piper the guy always disappears.    It isn't a new phenomenon for me.    How it goes is you chat with a guy and you think things are going well.   So inevitably you set up a date for meeting.   But then when you try to find the guy to firm up on plans, he's nowhere to be found.    It seems to be happening to me a lot lately.    It's annoying to say the least.

I wish men would grow up already.   But then again there's that whole grass is always greener on the other side equation in play.   While a guy may promise one person to meet he may really want to meet another.   I guess that's why you can't take anything a guy says seriously.

And what's worse you can't be angry about it because you really don't know the person.   Confront them and they will say that you're being too dramatic and that outburst will give them  reason to tell you 'have a nice life'.    And that is exactly what they want.   To put the blame on you even though they are the ones that are in the wrong.

I'm so sick of the bull.    But not much you can do.

Something Old

So hope you guys enjoyed reading that last entry.   I unfortunately had the pleasure of visiting a dud restroom at a banquet hall last night that if this atrocity was at a casino would've been rated quite lowly by the "Straightflush" experts.    The urinals were three tiny units all close together for maximum penis viewing, which in my case might've been pleasurable depending on the guy behind the penis.  Rimshot.  (HA!)    To access the urinals you had to get around the giant sinks.   I wish going to the urinal was all I had to do.   I sadly was shooting for a different number and there was only one toilet in the bathroom.   It wasn't occupied but it had some lovely drop deposits from previous visitors.   I grimaced as I spent ten minutes wiping and putting at least 10 layers of toilet paper on the seat.    In the meantime I heard guys coming in some wanting to hit the toilet.   To make things less pleasant, I was courtesy flushing away, which of course meant my ass was exposed to the nasty water.   The dryer for the hands was next to the door for the stall which made for more awkward moments for me as I was bombing away.   It wasn't a pleasant experience at all.   I shouldn't have drank that 7-Up or partake in all the tasty desserts.  

E final ratings:
Number #1 overall  - 3 stars
Number #2 overall  - 2 stars (only cause at least there wasn't crap in the toilet)

Okay...now that I got that out of the way.

Sally invited me as a guest to her holiday party at the earlier mentioned banquet hall.   It was interesting seeing her co-workers in various states of dress.   A lot of the women really dolled it up and the guys for the most part were appreciative.   The men in the meantime ranged from wearing pimp wear to business casual.

There were a few pieces of eye candy for me but this one bearish type guy sitting in the next table caught my eye.   He didn't know I was alive of course.   Sally caught me staring at him and told me he was a loser.   I told her I would only be interested in a quick romp Hemingway.   Turns out he's a manager that works in her department that also moonlights as a bouncer at some straight bar and is actually straight.    I noticed how he walked by where Sally and I were sitting three different times without saying anything to Sally.    In my dreams he was checking me out on the side.    Hopefully he didn't follow me in the bathroom since he would've heard more than he was bargained for.   *LOL*....sorry I went there again.

Hemingway they say that if you don't learn from history that you're doomed to repeat it.    They also say that life is too short and to live each day like it's your last.    I always wonder who the elusive 'they' is.    Also is the same 'theys' that coined each phrase.    Guess we'll never know.    But that doesn't stop the things that happen in our lives.

So I'm logging onto one of my "social networking sites" last Friday night.    No date for me par the course and unfortunately Ryan turned out to be yet another dud.    I guess he wasn't comfortable outside the virtual confines of texting.    So I'm just half looking at profiles when I get an email from a blast from the past.   Winifred who I first chatted with in 2005 saw me and shot me an email.  

He remembered my face but not quite my name.   I remembered his (of course).   I had to recall what happened back then.   Aside from my entries where I was juggling him with another a-hole, we did meet three separate times.   The last one I recalled went nowhere when I wanted to get to know him more but he was looking for more of a quick hit.   Which actually we never did (amazingingly...*LOL*).   To clarify we didn't go all the way.

So of course he doesn't remember why we lost contact but he told me that we should keep in touch.   I told him sure.   I'm sure it'll go the way of all my other encounters with guys.   But one can never tell.

Flush Time

I'm going through a blog dry spell again.   It's not uncommon for me if you've been a fan of my previous blog.   In the meantime here's an interesting blog rating various restroom facilities across various casinos, appropriately called The Straight Flush.    Some of the pics captured were shocking.

Anyway peruse at your own risk while I snap myself out of my spell.