Hiya kids, 
My Current mood: enthralled

I was thrown out of a Puja last night and it's all gay erotic fiction author (and my cherished bud) Tony R. Wilson's fault.

It went down like this.

I'm lookin' for love like everybody else on the planet, so when my friend Jim called me and said he'd paid for two people to go to a Puja and would I go with him since his friend was bailing? I didn't want to sound like a dunce, so I quickly googled Puja and saw it is a type of reverential Hindu ceremony.

I am not a Hindu, I am Greek Orthodox by birth and I practice Hawaiian religion and I chant Buddhist-style and I follow the Wiccan path with respect to calendar cycles and celebrations as well.

But I AM an erotic fiction author eager to explore new frontiers in the name of research so off I went.

What I discovered was that this Puja was the dating kind, as in a bizarre ritual where a group of guys sitting in a circle facing outward and the second group takes turns sitting in front of each guy for ten minutes and they stare into each other's eyes.

Without speaking.

How was I to know that?

The second the gong sounded, I started my 'Hi, my name is AJ and I'm not unpoopular and I never, but never pop out at parties' spiel and I was severely reprimanded. Guy number one decided my 'aura' was off and I moved to the next cushion and stared into the scary-looking eyes of Bachelor Number Two.

His eyes rolled into the back of his head and all I could see were the whites of his eyes. Puja? More like Cujo. 

By the time I'd reached Bachelor Number Three, I was starting to feel sleepy. the next thing I heard was snoring. Mine.

By Bachelor Number Four, my foot was going to sleep and I wanted to go home. I couldn't understand how not speaking would help communication. But still, in an effort to project a less...negative aura, I tried to think happy thoughts, projecting positive vibes towards Bachelor Number Four - who was actually kinda cute.

I was starting to relax when my thoughts strayed to my endless round of book promotion this week and next thing I knew, I was recalling Tony R. Wilson's Christmas Elf name is Peppy Monkey-Buns and I burst into helpless laughter.

And yes, I, A.J. Llewellyn am now a beggar on the street of love, tossed out, bashed and trashed. In other words, I was expelled from the Puja.

I've never been chucked out of anywhere, in my life!!! But it's not really Tony's fault...he can't help having happy, peppy buns now can he?

In the meantime, our mutual friend Logan. M. Whyte and I will be hosting a winter Solstice chat tonight on the Romance Erotica Connection tonight and I hope Monkey-Buns shows up too so I can poke my etoungue out at him.

Please join us 2-5pm PST/5-8pm EST at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Romance_erotica_connection/

Aloha oe,

A.J.