I was on guide duty over the weekend. A friend called and asked if I had any recommendations for places to stay in NYC because her middle school classmate from their hometown in China was in the US for the first time. He had come for a dance program in Arkansas, and he wanted to quickly see DC and NYC before returning home. He had a friend who was in DC so he was able to stay there with her, and I was happy to have the two of them come up and stay at my place while exploring my city.

The dancer’s name was Louis and he spoke with a familiar Chinglish lisp that all gay Chinese men seem to have. I wonder how much of that sound is learned and how much is just the tone of gayness.

I wonder how offensive what I just said might be.

They wanted to get Lion King tickets for that night and, at $240 each, I was definitely not interested. But after walking around the entire city with them for virtually the entire day, I took them to the venue in time for the show and gave them directions for how to get back to my place afterwards. No prob.

Sunday was a repeat minus the show. It was great to walk and explore this city again. I hadn’t really gone out on foot through all the neighborhoods in a while. Having visitors can be a great motivator for that. There are many beautiful women here, and in the summer time they seem to compete with each other for the ideal balance of taste and hotness. Don’t want to look whorish by letting it all get out there into the eyes and dick-brains of men, but do want people to know when you’ve got a 10 body. There were lots of midriffs, and short shorts and bouncing boobs around.  Disappointingly, I found myself in simple, shallow pain throughout the day. Sometimes you just want to have every hot chick you see. But then you convince yourself of how lame that would be.

It’s wiser, safer, better to let it build up for the right one. You know, the path of the non-douchebag.

By the time I got home on Sunday night, my legs were a little tired, my back a little stiff, my face a little pink from the sun, my feet a little dirty from the flip flopping, and my mood very good. I like hosting people here. I like seeing a nervous traveler in NYC for the first time begin to relax enough to really take it all in.

I guess I do what I hope people would do for me when i’m traveling far away from home.