I had my overnight with the “famous” guy last night. In his case, famous means: well known in his circles, and maybe you’ve seen him once or twice in a magazine or on TV. In the interests of keeping his identity anonymous, there are some things I would like to say in this entry that I’m going to have to leave out. He’s an esteemed (according to one description of him that google brought up) antique collector/dealer, or at least enough so that if I mentioned certain pieces/collections he had, someone in the antique world might figure out who he is. I realize my blog isn’t really at the level yet that he would have to worry, but who knows, maybe it will take off overnight and I’ll suddenly be outing my johns. I’ll save that for my multi-million dollar, Heidi Fleiss book deal. Until then, he’ll just be known as “antique man.” We talked a lot on the phone beforehand. He was very talkative (on the phone and in person), which I liked. After setting up our meeting and then confirming a couple times via text and phone, I arrived around 8pm. He met me at the door with a beautiful bulldog, who seemed very friendly. He was probably in his 50s (the man, not the dog), but wasn’t terribly out of shape or bad looking. Just looked his age. He led me into his apartment, which was beautiful, although a little cluttered, which seems to be the antique collector’s way. His fireplace was going, which was very nice. I later learned that the building used to be owned by a famous couple… who I shouldn’t mention. I truly wish I could be more specific, but just know, the apartment and the things he had in it were simply beautiful.

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heaven knows, anything goes.