It was several text messages in with him finally saying that I didn't have to do it if I didn't want to when I finally said, "Fuck it" and told him that I was hinting to go to a gay bar and damned if I wasn't going to do it.
He agreed and we went.
He was running late. That was no big deal to me. He called to tell me he was on his way. I sat down and pulled up a 30 minute episode of a show on Netflix while I waited. As the episode ended I suddenly got very nervous. It was strange. Why should I be so nervous?
I started cleaning (when I'm nervous I either clean or eat, and cleaning seemed like the better option). I was such a bundle of nerves. I get this way when I am anxious about experiencing new things, going new places, etc.
When he finally showed up I had calmed, but I was still not feeling at ease. I got in his car and went with him to the bar. The bar s divided into two sides. The first side has a country theme (we are in the midwest after all). There was hardly anyone there and that put me at ease. I had about three drinks before we went to the more wild side.
On that side there was a drag queen show. I had told my friend before that the drag queen aspect of gay culture was the one that I didn't like the most, but when presented with it face to face I enjoyed it. I don't know why I didn't want to experience it (maybe it was the two doubles I had when I got to the other side of the bar).
I do have to say I enjoyed myself. I only wish that I had gotten up and danced. Part of me wanted to, but I held back. I don't know why. I'll have to remedy that next time I go.
I did get to see a lot of eye candy though and had a great time watching one guy dance. :)
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