Cute dog, cuter boy

So today I met this awesome poodle mix down the street. Unfortunately, she was a girl. And ya know I dig me some dudes. But nevertheless, she was a cool dog, and we wrestled and played for almost 20 minutes.

What was cooler was the cutie pie owner that was walking this quite effeminate dog. The guy, a dark-haired, poor man's Ricky Martin, just moved to the area from midtown. But Bee, like the goofball that she is, was of course too shy to make small talk and figure out his details.

Bee and Ricky(not) talked in two-minute intermittent sentences about dog runs, the age and breed of their respective dogs, and the weather (DAMN, BEE!! not the WEATHER!). But Bee didn't figure out what he did, or if the dog was HIS dog or his girlfriend's dog.

I thought she was a journalist....

But here's what I surmised--from the lispy way he pronounced "upper west sthide" I think he was gay. He was also carrying a BackStage paper with him, and told Bee he didn't need a dog walker but would need one soon. Meaning he's an actor, and it sounds like he just landed a paying role. A few more of those and he might just be able to afford his SAG card. And if he is gay, that means the girlie dog is his, not his girlfriend's, and since I didn't hear any talk of any other male's existence, it sounds like he's single.

Just not on Bee's team. And neither is his dog.