Andre & I were inseparable for nearly ten years. I am OK, but just take a gander at this:
Andre was a Professional Chauffeur for people whom you would all know and have heard of. (oh, if I was a name dropper). I met him in a neighborhood dive, a gay bar, call "The Albatross", in Astoria, Queens.
There is where, in a moment of complete vulnerability, I advised a complete stranger that I needed a friend. This then, was when he advised me that this was the first time that he went out on his own since his "husband of Thirty-Seven years", died, a little over one year ago...
We became close.
He had a car!!!
It seemed all too convenient....
You look back and trace things to moments; I remember the moment that I fell for Andre. Picture being in a limmo, NYC, Queens, no less, bouncing from bar to bar with your own Chauffeur that knows every nook & bar-keep. Every night a new trip!
Every day more stories!....
On the ninth or tenth night of going out, he took me to a little place somewhere in Queens, cool crowd, nice music. We order our drinks from the dancing bartender who brings them promptly.
I take a sip, light up a Camel and
Say, "Where's the ashtray?"
He looked at me professorially & pitifully and said, "You're in it......."
Fell for you!
RIP, My Dearest Love.