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So, last week I went to a networking event called Out in the City at Mandarin in the West End. It was a meet and greet for young LGBT professionals—of course, I think I'm only two of those things (I'll leave it to you to decide which two). It was for a good cause: the $5 admission went to support the LGBT Center of St. Louis

Remind me never to do that again.

It will probably not come as a surprise to you that I do not do well in crowds of people where I don't know anyone. (That's a nice way of saying "paralyzing shyness.") After chatting with the one person I knew who wasn't yet deeply engrossed in conversation (I also hate interrupting other people), I went out onto the balcony which had a fantastic view of Maryland Plaza where a dog was barking animatedly at the jumping fountain. I wish I'd had my camera, it was so cute. Thankfully, it was also freezing cold so no one could see me sweating profusely.

After beating a hasty retreat, I went down to Left Bank Books to pick up a copy of Rin Tin Tin by Susan Orlean, who will be reading at the St. Louis International Film Festival this Friday. I also found a graphic novel on the goddess Athena, which I bought for research purposes. (Yes, really.) And then, because I can't resist, I went over to the gay fiction shelf to look at all the books they had by my friends—lots of books by Greg Herren and Rob Byrnes, and several by Timothy James Beck (a four-person collective of whom I know half, Tim and Becky).

And there, tucked in between, was a copy of Detours.

So I took it to the front and asked if I could sign it. The lady behind the counter handed me a Sharpie and I signed my first copy of my book.

And now I really believe this is happening.