Ehh...

I told him he looked like Andre Previn in his one picture

So I met a guy from A4A for drinks at Hunter's Sunday night. He was late, which was no problem. I started talking to a guy who got there about the same time as me (7PM) because, who knows, it could might as well have been the guy. Turns out his name was Michael, not Gary. The guy I'm supposed to meet finally shows up with another guy; his friend who drove in with him from Pacific Palisades. The friend goes out to the patio and disappears for quite some time. Gary and I get to know one another, and I end up hearing lots of tale about celebrities he has photographed over the years. He was a photographer for Rona Barrett. But he was supposed to be my age; my guess is he is at least 10 years older than me. He knew Travolta before "Welcome Back Kotter" and Raquel Welch in the "Myra Breckinridge" era. I was still in grade school then. So that's kind of a turn off. I don't like guys who misrepresent themselves. Other than that, he has led kind of a fascinating life. We later went to Streetbar, where I sang some karaoke. Good crowd there last night. He kept trying to make out with me on the seats along the side of the room, but I really wasn't into it. I don't think it could work out. I finally drove him back to his hotel, CCBC, and called it a night. He wanted me to hang out with him by the pool today, but I got stuff to do (make soup, go to the gym, lead a separate life).
Oh, well...