My professional hunch was correct. François’ scene went beyond what he had anticipted and it was late when he finished. I was well into my 7th pint by that point and would have been no use to him had he called. I guess it’s off to Paris for him now.

I was going to go to the gym today, but somebody had told me that perhaps the reason I was not gaining any weight is because I’m at the gym everyday revving my already hummingbird-like metabolism into a complete state of overdrive. Now I’ll be going to the gym 4 days a week. I’m looking forward to the extra time I will have and the possiblity of 10 more lbs.

It’s 8:30 now in LA and I made it back from San Fran without a hitch. 6 hours door to door. Boy Wonder is coming by later. We’ll probably watch some Ab Fab and call it a night. I am working here in LA for the weekend. I have a photo shoot tomorrow morning and a scene with Benjamin Bradley on Sunday. I think it will be good to have Boy Wonder here during the photo shoot. Greg Thompson and he are friends and it will be great to get some behind-the-scenes shots. Keep an eye out for those in a day or two.

Saturday was a long day. Our call time was 8 AM. We were paraded around waving to fans that gathered on the streets of downtown Phoenix. I would be lying if I said that it wasn’t exciting and flattering to have all these people screaming out my name. One girl was the light of my day. She came running over to the truck barefoot in this long tie-dyed skirt, jumped on the tailgate and exclaimed that she was so excited to see me and had to have a picture with me! How could I resist? The girl actually boarded a moving vehicle for a photo op!

After the parade we were whisked over to the festival where it looked like a country fair with gay people. I love a fair, it brings out the Midwestern boy in me. Unfortunately, I was not able to really experience the fair at all. Two solid hours of signing autographs was a bit taxing, the last thing I wanted to do was to walk around in the hot sun and fight a crowd. Plus we had to be where Chi Chi was spinning to make an appearance and pass out some gift bags. Open bar was very helpful by that point. We were getting tired and the idea of the public and being “on” was slightly overwhelming. Is there anything a good Gin and Tonic can’t cure?

At 9 PM we headed back to the hotel to get changed and prepare for a 10:30 pick up to the club where were dancing. This space ROCKED! It was very reminiscent of Space in Miami. It was an old ice house. Everything was stone with high walls and open ceilings. So cool! However, the music was not so good and became worse when Luca and I got on stage. We couldn’t hear it! For some inexplicable reason the speakers were not carrying up to the stage and left us searching for a beat. Luckily I was able to make out some of the lyrics of the song that was playing. It was Since U Been Gone by Kelly Clarkson and since I have heard this song a couple thousand times and like it, I knew where the beats and the “umph” parts were and performed accordingly. There was a smaller room that had Chris Cox formerly of Thunderpuss spinning. You really can’t go wrong. It was a welcome change from what was being played outside. I really think they had someone’s iPod hooked up somewhere, pressed shuffle and called it a set. I closed the place at 4 AM and crawled back to my hotel room to wash off the evening and catch up on some rest.

We have a flight in 2 hours back to LA, tomorrow Milo and I are driving to San Francisco to see Kevin and François. Now that is something to look forward to! Oh, and I just made my entry for Friday so you’ll have to scroll down to read that. More to come tomorrow!

Boy Wonder sent me a photo of François Sagat last Monday. The subject of the e-mail was “HOT!” and no message was needed. What he didn’t know was that I had already met François at the GayVN Awards ceremony and was attempting to wrangle a meeting with him while I was in LA. Does he know my taste or what?

It looked as though our schedules would not permit a meeting and I was disappointed to say the least. Then out of no where he was in LA for work on Wednesday and guess where Raging Stallion put him up. That’s right - my very hotel, within sight of my poolside room. Destiny - not just cheap perfume after all.

I’m not ashamed to say it. I was nervous as hell about meeting him. I had positioned myself in front of the window that faced the front entrance. I was so nervous that I had chewed my finger nails down to near bloody stubs and was just about to start on my toes when he arrived. He has a very commanding presence and that intimidated me almost as much as the rush of anticipation that was cramping my stomach. As soon as we met he put me at ease with his mischievous smile and gracious charm. There was no attitude at all. His charm and personality were instant winners. Boy Wonder overheard me talking with François on Monday night and when I got off the phone he said, “You know, you should play it a little cooler. You are Johnny Hazzard after all.” My head just doesn’t work that way. If a guy makes me giddy just thinking about him, you had better believe I’m going to feel just a little vulnerable and insecure. That’s right, folks.

Once the initial confrontation was behind us it didn’t take long for our chemistry to kick into high gear. Every inch of this man is a turn on for me. If you ask me, he is physically perfect. And his hot, French accent only makes things worse. When a man takes control of a situation I melt like snow in the rain. As we were in his room talking I felt like this was my first time at the rodeo. I couldn’t find my words, was studdering and had no idea how to direct the conversation. Then he asked, “Do you want to go outside, stay here or maybe….kiss?” No, how about we go outside. François took the reigns on that one. I am usually the one to make the first move, but I just couldn’t muster up the courage - thank God he did. We then went for a wild ride - definitely an “E” ticket. The best part though was sleeping soundly wrapped around him with my face buried in his neck. Utter perfection.