NYGT Is Coming Soon!

Hello everyone.  I want to believe the winter is almost over.  Let me have 

my fantasy.

If you want to come to a show where I will be performing and like to plan 

ahead, here’s what’s going on:

Wednesday, March 6, 7pm NEW YORK’S GOT TALENT

This is a show that lets you, the audience, decide who goes through each week, along with 3 New York Industry Judges (Broadway & Off-Broadway Producers, Agents, & Directors).

Cast your vote at

The Green Room 42 to crown the winner of New York's Got Talent Season 6!

This is one where I really need supporters to attend.

https://ci.ovationtix.com/34878/production/995823?performanceId=10354186

Sunday, March 10, 4pm

MisFit Hive

38-02 61^st Street

Queens, NY

More details to come.

Sunday, March 31^st, 8:30pm

Jazz on the Park Hostel

36 West 106^th Street

NYC

You are welcome to BYOB.

FREE Show!

Now, for some other stuff.  As many of you know, I’m in a long penis-free 

era.  The door in my mind isn’t nailed shut.  It’s just that I’ve gained some decent standards over the years, and that eliminates so many.  Like I say in my stand-up, I’m not looking, but I am noticing.

Here’s a recent happening.  I got a Facebook friend request that I 

expected to delete, but when I looked at his page, unless it is all fiction, he seemed to have 2 daughters and a dog.  It said he is single.  Maybe he’s divorced.  I don’t know.  He claimed to be an orthopedic surgeon living in Queens.  I told myself not to immediately dismiss this one.  Additionally, his picture looks like he’s in my age range (so I had the expectation of maturity), and he’s kind of good looking.  I figured I’d accept his friend request, and if it turns out not to be right, I’ll unfriend.

I accepted.  He private messaged, “Hi gorgeous.”

I felt turned off.  I expected better from an older, educated person.  It’s different if he knew me.  I thought he would have checked out my page and interests and accomplishments before jumping in and commenting on the superficial. 

I didn’t reply.  The next day he wrote again.  He asked how I was doing 

today.  Maybe he had spent a second or two on self-reflection.  I answered truthfully.  I said I was okay, off to help a friend clean, was going to get paid, and I needed the cash.  Would talk another time.

He responded with, “Okay, honey.”

I responded, “Mindy.  Save the endearing terms for those you actually 

know.”  Then I left my house and worked at a friend’s house for a couple of hours. 

When I got home, he had responded, “Okay.  But it doesn’t matter.”

I was puzzled and further turned off.  Yet I responded (I guess I’m still a 

work in progress).  I first sent “?”  Then I added, “The way someone talks to me matters to me.”

He wrote back, “Okay I understand.”

That’s a surgeon, according to his page.  Oh God, hopefully he understands 

bones better than he understands himself and women. 

Now, people, do you see why my penis-free era is preferable?!  

See you on March 6th   https://ci.ovationtix.com/34878/production/995823?performanceId=10354186