Wowser. I was wrong in my terminology about Guy #2. He's definitely no Schmendrick.
He is a textbook Schlemeil. It was like I was a scientist doing an urban study of a schlemeil in his habitat. I was bracing for one of his wild, spastic hand gestures to send his (or my) beer flying across the restaurant. Smiling and cringing...
I've never observed anyone so uncomfortable in his own skin. As I got to know him, watching him became sort of painful. The conversation was extraordinary--he was incredibly attentive... He had the Waylon and Madame shrieking staccato laugh... I think he's gay, but this didn't stop him from staring at my luscious boobage all night.
Very interesting back story... I'll drop it off sometime. Bascially, his wife wa a PhD in psych and has been leading him around by the psyche for 25 years... He's trying to get in touch with himself. I know everyone who has his characteristics isn't gay--but all signs point in that direction.
Anyway, who better to ease him into Gaydom that the resident Patron Saint of Homos, yours truly... He's also been sniffing around the church for some type of direction or identity... I'll put the kybosh on that ****!
We listened to a truly extraordinary Appalachia-music duo from Asheville, NC. Her voice is timeless! They had a collection of stringed instruments and kept interchanging them. Truly talented. She'd written the most haunting song--East of Eden--I got their Myspace addy and will buy it. I talked to them for a few minutes after the show and gave them my last five dollars. (I get more soon, eh!) John and Bennaris. (sigh) Two people of note.