So let me tell you, something.
I was having my little dinner last night at that restaurant 44th and 10th (all by myself) and the street was a parade of hotties. The humidity forced all the muscleboys' teeshirts to stick to their rippling pecs. The straight ones were the hottest. And, the waiters at that place are just adorable. I asked for three of them to be wrapped up for dessert and took them home.
It was a delightful evening in Hell's Kitchen.
Stop worrying about what I'm doing -- focus instead on what you're eating.