HELP ME

I need someone to rescue me from the streets--and soon.

It's become painful to walk because of my knees and my feet and now there's a big, broken blister on my right foot, between the big toe and the next toe.

Yesterday, I walked all the way (in pain) from West L.A. to West Hollywood.  My goal was to meet someone who would rescue me.

I sat outside a coffee place.  An extremely handsome, mature man cruised me from across the street; I cruised him back.  He came over and we talked for a few minutes.  He asked me where I live.  I told him that I am "staying" in West L.A.  I couldn't bring myself to say the word "homeless."

It was clear that he wanted a quickie hookup, but he was unable to confirm that his roommate was not at home.  When he left, a part of me was relieved because I knew that a quickie hookup with him would have been just that:  I would have been used and then discharged back onto the streets--alone and feeling more depressed.

Later, when the sun went down, I got up the courage to walk into a gay bar--something I have not done in a long time.  I didn't have any money to buy a drink, but I was hoping that somebody would buy me one.

The first guy I talked to was nice enough, but he was a lousy conversationalist.  He never asked me a single thing about me.  When I stopped talking and introduced a lull in the conversation, he just sat there, pulled out his smartphone and looked at his watch.

And I did not get a drink.