No Sex in the City

So its been officially two weeks since moving to West Hollywood from the super styled rocker town of Hollywood proper.

I have to say that I kinda miss the craziness of the hollywood premiers, the randomness of getting my morning coffee with Spiderman and Marilyn Monroe- and not to mention watching the skankiest of skanky outfits parade around the boulevard on a friday night. I miss it all.

The funniest thing is that- as a single gay man living in West Hollywood - one would think that I would be overflowing with one night stands or dates scheduled weeks on end- sadly though- nothing. Its like Carrie Bradshaw with no clothes- or shoes- or money- just pathetic. Im sure its gonna take some adjusting as I settle in and its not like I havent been out at all. I just like complaining.

One of my favorite pastimes lately, I must admit, has been going to the new uber chic Pavillions that just opened around the corner from my house. Dare you not ever go there with your best outfit on though- every hardbodied model, actor and socialite shops there. Its such a scene- when that actually benefits me- I will let you know. Maybe I should stop wandering the Ice Cream aisle and stay out of the bakery- no one goes there.

Until then, Im content and grateful. Its nice to have my own 4 walls again. Maybe Ill start to go to the gym again...we shall see.