Rob Lowe where did you go?

Mission 1. Hook up with someone as old as my mom (54) and as young as my sister (20) in a month.
Mission 2. Live a completely gay lifestyle (without the gay sex) for a month.
Mission Three: To come.

Yesterday was an interesting day. Not good, interesting. It was bad, interesting. Actually, it sucked.

The future of Rob Lowe Can You Go? was held together by a strand on Monday. There were some events that happened this weekend with friends of the Ex who were given the site. It got back to the Ex's husband, and let's just say he was not too pleased. Through a "handler" I was told to dump the site, and any references to a certain somebody. I layed low yesterday and contacted my legal counsel (Derek), who advised me to "Just take the fuckin' shit down, Rob."

But that was really not the answer I wanted. And after much thought and a second round with Derek, he advised me to "not make any further references to that particular relationship in the future, and remove all inferences regardless of ambiguity that would the provide a path to the identity of said relationship." Anyway, it was something like that. Some fucking legalese I kind of wrote down. That's Derek in work mode. He vocabulary grows considerably when he's wearing a tie.

So, I am keeping the site, but am following his advice. My Vegas trip will not include any events that would get my ass kicked or sued by her husband. It's cool, though. That shit was boring anyway. Also, they have a family, so I decided to take the high road and not cause any strain on that relationship. That is such a small part of who I am anyway, we all won't miss much.

Mission 3
I'm not a betting man. At least I didn't used to be. Now, things have changed a bit. Seems I'm getting a bit riskier in my old age about who I see, what I say and how close to the fire I put myself. I also learned some things last month that help put my life in perspective, with my parents and my lifestyle.

Now, as my 30th birthday encroaches on my consciousness, I am looking to go out with a bang. That's why I am trying to raise money for something big. I have arranged a sublet of my apartment beginning July 5th. I was actually able to split it between two groups, so I get $1500 each, more than I planned. I'm also planning to get rid of my car. Since it was a graduation present, I talked to Derek about buying it for cheap and having him give dad's/his old car to my sister. It's a trickle-down thing. He will be out this month, and will probably drive it back or something.

So, now that I am selling my car, subleting my apartment, does that mean I am leaving the country for Thai Ladyboys? Not exactly. I want to see how much money I can raise/save this month and bet it all on one spin of the Roulette wheel in Vegas. Oh, and it will be on my 30th birthday, to the second of my birth, with no friends or family around. Just me.

I tried to see this weekend where I can bet that high, but ended up just getting drunk, instead. I'll check online, I guess. Oh, I'm planning to do a minimum of $10,000, but I don't think it will be a nice round figure. I'll go as high as I can. If I win big, I will walk away, get a suite, perhaps a call girl or two and live it up higher than I ever have. If I lose, I will spend my 30th birthday on a bus back to LA. But it's a risk I'm willing to take.

How will I get along without a car and a place to stay? Who fucking knows. I will have my car for a few weeks until Derek comes out, but that doesn't help me with a place. I plan on making it a fun experience, mooching off friends, staying in the sublet until they kick me out, living outside. Who fucking knows? I just don't want to spend any money on rent. I want to live as inexpensively as possible, and blow all my savings in one lustful moment. It will be grand.

Thanks for your patience with me. I'm back.