Gay for a Day

Well, I finally made it inside of Score Bar and to be perfectly honest I was a little surprised by what I found. The bar was stylishly decorated and filled with people. But the thing that I found strange was the lack of women. When I thought of a gay bar I envisioned hot-drunk lesbians pouring beer on each other and casually licking it off as uninterested gay men danced with each other. But what I found in the bar was nothing like any of the cheap pornos I watched as a child.

The club was filled with shirtless men of all shapes, shades and sizes, chasing each another while carrying bright colored drinks in pretty glasses. I stood awe struck, because I had never seen so many men together without women or sports being involved.

The majority of the men in the club were white or Hispanic, but African Americans, though the minority refused to be outdone. Two black males about 6'3" and about 300 pounds respectively, pranced about the club with the same enthusiasm as the white males half their size. I looked at these men that resembled me and felt uncomfortable, as though by them being gay validated the possibility of me being gay. Which could or would never happen, not that anything is wrong with being gay, but the lifestyle is just not for me.

I sat and waited for Tony to show up, after waiting an hour I left. I go on my first gay date and the guy stands me up, no call, no text, nothing. I guess gay and straight guys are a lot more alike than I thought.