Which Reminds Me . . .
A few weeks ago, Greg and I went to see Southern Fried Comedy at Stand Up NY and the hostess placed us front row, center. To top it off, the show was lightly attended. This meant we were the focus of every comedian's audience interaction. Neither of us were willing to divulge much information and mostly kept quiet to avoid looking like those over-eager obnoxious audience members that are desperately wishing they were the one on stage. It started like this:
Emcee, "What about you two? Are you married?"
Me: "No."
Emcee: "Are you on a date?"
Greg: "No, we're just friends."
Emcee, very matter of factly to Greg and mimicking Greg's voice: "Oh, you're gay. I get it. Good thing, because if you're that good looking you had better be gay and give us ugly, straight guys a chance at the beautiful women."
Greg then became the butt of all gay jokes, which he took in stride. After the show, Greg & I chatted about the banter.
Me: "It's funny, I forgot that you actually are a really good looking guy!"
Greg, "I know what you mean! After [Tex in the City's] 42nd Street event I was chatting with this guy who said, 'Kambri is so beautiful' and I thought, 'Yeah, she is, isn't she?'"
I've known Greg since I was 15 years old. I just see Greg, not the handsome Latin-lover-like stud that he is and he just sees me, Kambri, not the tall, svelte blonde bombshell that I am (heh, heh, heh). In high school I was always cast as the older lady or character-type roles, so I never saw myself as the ingenue. Even after all these years, it seems so foreign to me when people view me as a pretty, sexual being. I think of myself as a quirky Joan Cusack type. I guess what I'm getting at is that it's nice to feel pretty, oh so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and gay!
Emcee, "What about you two? Are you married?"
Me: "No."
Emcee: "Are you on a date?"
Greg: "No, we're just friends."
Emcee, very matter of factly to Greg and mimicking Greg's voice: "Oh, you're gay. I get it. Good thing, because if you're that good looking you had better be gay and give us ugly, straight guys a chance at the beautiful women."
Greg then became the butt of all gay jokes, which he took in stride. After the show, Greg & I chatted about the banter.
Me: "It's funny, I forgot that you actually are a really good looking guy!"
Greg, "I know what you mean! After [Tex in the City's] 42nd Street event I was chatting with this guy who said, 'Kambri is so beautiful' and I thought, 'Yeah, she is, isn't she?'"
I've known Greg since I was 15 years old. I just see Greg, not the handsome Latin-lover-like stud that he is and he just sees me, Kambri, not the tall, svelte blonde bombshell that I am (heh, heh, heh). In high school I was always cast as the older lady or character-type roles, so I never saw myself as the ingenue. Even after all these years, it seems so foreign to me when people view me as a pretty, sexual being. I think of myself as a quirky Joan Cusack type. I guess what I'm getting at is that it's nice to