INDIGLOWED@AOL.COM dropped by the other night . . . even after swapping JPGs on-line and a lengthy pre-interview by phone, u never know exactly what will be walking through your door . . . although Robert's vital statistics matched up well with his profile and he was every inch the 6' 3" chorus boy he described himself to be (i'm doing Bobby in a national tour ofA Chorus Line), his entrance lacked the drama of his black and white photograph which pictured him leaping across a terrace with the Manhattan skyline as a backdrop . . . our phone conversation had depleted my chit chat reserve, so we got right down to business . . . do you have any poppers? he asked as soon as i began lubricating his ass . . . no . . . i do he said and jumped from the bed to get them, proving that he really could fly through the air when properly motivated . . . i fucked him on auto pilot wondering if he deliberately hadn't mentioned he was a red head until he shot his wad a few minutes later . . . although he wasn't one of those inconsiderate guys who comes and leaves i finally had to tell him orgasm was not going to be a part of my performance . . . come and see me at the Paper Mill Playhouse in August . . . i guess that's one way to build an audience: trick by trick.