Our story begins in a quite sordid way.
I had a part in a production of the Southern-fried comic play “Sordid Lives.” Kendall attended a performance and was drawn in immediately by my devilish sense of humor. But because my role of Wardell was boorish, misogynist and homophobic—and I played it so well!—he wasn’t sure which team I was batting for.
After the show, cast and attendees mingled in the adjacent bar and I sauntered up to a group of gents who were speaking with Jerry, who played a Tammy Wynette-obsessed transvestite in the production.
Jerry introduced me to his pals and Kendall and I locked eyes immediately. We shared a few kind words a several smiles, but he was standing awful close to this tall guy, and I hoped they weren’t a couple.
We parted company and I made plans to inquire with Jerry about the status of that sexy man with the lovely green eyes.
Meanwhile, Kendall did the same, asking Jerry about me. He played dumb and answered us both inconclusively.
But, Kendall and I didn’t give up and sort of started stalking each other. I kept asking about him, as the play was about to end, and Kendall had the initiative to track down the play’s producer and explain that we had met, had a moment and, hopefully, would be able to meet again.
The producer sent Kendall and I each other’s phone numbers and after a great, long conversation, we met for our first date on March 4, 2005—or 3-4-5. Kendall says it’s to ensure I would never forget our anniversary.
Fast-forward about three and a half years, and good fortune would take us from St. Louis to sunny California, where we live happily with our two dogs and three kitties.
Amazingly, while here in San Francisco, we were able to share the story of how we met with playwright Del Shores, who wrote “Sordid Lives.” He toasted our fortuitous meeting with martinis at Harvey’s in the Castro.
And, our California adventure continues happily every day!