Friday, July 5th: Two days after I arrive in West Hollywood, after my terrible year in Hell-fer-Sartain, Texas, I am sitting in the human resources department at Paramount Studios, waiting to interview for a job as an administrative assistant, when Marcus comes in to drop something off. He's my age, African-American, with very light skin, freckles, and a hairy chest. I get his phone number.
Saturday, July 6th: Our date, an inside tour of Paramount Studios (yes, we saw more stuff), followed by cruising at the Gold Coast and dinner at the French Quarter in West Hollywood. He came to Los Angeles to become an actor five years ago, and has had some guest spots in tv shows and movies.
"Do you know anyone famous?" I ask with tourist zeal.
"Nobody really famous. I mean, some guys on tv. Robin Williams. Tom Hulce. I know Michael J. Fox from acting class."
I'm not impressed. I've barely heard of Michael J. Fox -- he plays Alex P. Keaton, Reagan-loving son of liberal hippie parents on the sitcom Family Ties (1982-1989), But I've only seen the show a few times.
Marcus is a good kisser, with a nice physique and a respectable size. But he likes nude wrestling: I have to pin him before I can go down on him. Then he doesn't reciprocate, he just grabs me, puts me in sort of a headlock, and falls asleep. Not my idea of a romantic evening!
Saturday, July 20th: My first date with Ivo. I'm curious about Back to the Future, the new time travel comedy starring Michael J. Fox.
"No way, man!" Ivo exclaims. "That Mike Fox thinks he's a big deal, but he's terrible in bed. They should call him Princess Teeny-Tiny!"
Weird coincidence! I think. I've been in town less than a month, and already I've met two people who know Michael J. Fox, and one of them is his ex-lover!
Sunday, July 21st: I have brunch at the French Quarter with Marcus, and tell him about my date with Ivo.
"Strange," he says. "I'm completely out to Mike, and he's never said anything about being gay. Sounds like Ivo is one of these celebrity name-droppers who claims to have been with everyone from Harrison Ford to Arnold Schwarzeneggar."
"But he wasn't bragging. He got upset. He said Michael was bad in bed and should be called Princess Teeny-Tiny."

Ask Michael J. Fox about his size? I don't think so! But it would be fun to meet him.
I date Ivo three or four more times, but his stories become more and more bizarre.
Saturday, August 10th: The promised lunch with Marcus and Michael.
Marcus picks me up and drives me to a small, bare-brick cafe on Melrose. We are just ordering drinks when Michael comes in, wearing a white shirt, buttoned down to reveal a soft smooth chest, tight bulging jeans, and sunglasses.
He's my age, short, slim, androgynous The feminine teen idol type.

I feel a definite bulge pressing against me.
"So, are you guys together?" Michael asks as he scans the menu.
"No," Marcus says. "We dated once, but you know some guys can't handle ten inches."
"They just need a little practice, like that one night after acting class." He nudges Marcus affectionately.
"So..I was dating another guy who claimed to know you," I say. "Ivo the Bulgarian bodybuilder."
Michael frowns. "Doesn't ring a bell. But you know how it is, you get a tv show, and suddenly every guy you have ever said hello to claims to be your bosom buddy."