My life is filled with unanswered questions, such as; will I ever find a full time job? Move out of Dayton? Get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop? However, one thing I have always been certain about is my sexuality, in that I’m attracted to women, but even that has recently been riddled with some doubt due to my attendance of a Richard Marx concert. Especially not only because I went, but I enjoyed it.
Dare I say that there is one other thing, I not only went to see Richard Marx, the originator of a collection of sappy love longs, but I went all by my lonesome. In the middle of a crowded Fraze Pavilion, mixed between hundreds of adoring female fans and celebratory couples, was me.
Sitting, in my ‘I ’heart’ Richard’ custom made T-shirt, anxious to hear, ‘Now and Forever,’ I began to question, why is it that I really enjoy watching professional wrestling?
In my defense, before leaving for the concert I raised my testosterone by watching some football on television with control of the remote, ate some steak & potatoes and checked out some monster trucks online. Then I got into my purple car, tuned into Lite 99.9 and erratically drove the speed limit all the way to the Fraze.
Despite a near capacity crowd, my entire row of seats; in the orchestra section, was all empty except for mine. So much for making it look like I was at least with someone, instead I stood out like a daisy in a field of roses. Am glad that I decided against bringing a sign that matched my T-shirt to attract attention, it wasn’t needed. I swear, that at one point during the show, the gaze of Richard Marx landed upon me and his expression showed sympathy and just a touch of fear for the devoted fan who braved sitting all alone.
‘You didn’t sing along, did you?’ I was later asked by a male cousin. Come on now, I know my limits. I had to maintain some shred of dignity, so I only mouthed the words to ‘Right Here Waiting’ while waving my lighter in the air. Nobody was sitting around me so I was even able to get up and get my groove on a little. Laugh if you must, but you try listening to ‘Should’ve Known Better’ while sitting completely still.
Though I occasionally browse through a Victoria Secret catalog, want to move to Wisteria Lane, and am on a first name basis with Miss Ohio; I still enjoyed seeing Richard Marx. I’m comfortable enough in my heterosexuality to even say he rocked. Maybe Michael Bolton can come next year.
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