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Today I awoke at 1:45pm, after less than 6 hours of sleep. I got out of bed, tired, and started for the bathroom. I grabbed my last razor, thinking to shave off the week-long growth around my maw, jumped into the shower peeked and outside the window to see no sign of my room-mates car. After my 10 (plus) minute shower I began to shave my face, seems my beard get more coarse as I age, though soft it is grown out. I hear a car pull into the driveway, and I am about done making my cheeks and neck look even, Peter is home.
I'm about to leave the shower and he asks me if I would like to go to a bar called "Woodies", a gay sports bar minutes from my workplace, before I have to go to work at 4p. I think for just a moment, not really wanting to take the bus, and finally decide, "Yes, I would like to go". I hurried, with towel wrapped around my waist, through the cold hallway and into my room. Once dressed I grabbed my coat, my bag, shut the door behind me and got in his car.
About 2:45pm we arrive at Woodies. Inside it was warm and inviting, not too bright, and comfortably dark, like a smaller version of church. We sat at what I would say was just left of the center of the bar, and he bought the first round as I checked my balance on the ATM deeper inside the bar. I returned and sat to Peter's left near men close to his age, who were playing Internet Trivia on several of the TV's. Everyone else to Peter's right, younger than to my left, talked amongst themselve's, sort-of paying attention to a Football game on the other half of the bars total amount of Television screen's. He ordered himself beerbust and a Blue Moon for me. The bartender, mid thirties year old "Scott", is friends with Peter, has seen me several times with him in the bar alone. Somehow a conversation I cannot now reccollect resulted in Scott showing Pater, with the magic of his IPhone, this video:
I was quite entertained, and it, along with the beer and pleasant afternoon put me in a good mood for work, and during work. Reflecting a little, I find Scott attractive.
I'm about to leave the shower and he asks me if I would like to go to a bar called "Woodies", a gay sports bar minutes from my workplace, before I have to go to work at 4p. I think for just a moment, not really wanting to take the bus, and finally decide, "Yes, I would like to go". I hurried, with towel wrapped around my waist, through the cold hallway and into my room. Once dressed I grabbed my coat, my bag, shut the door behind me and got in his car.
About 2:45pm we arrive at Woodies. Inside it was warm and inviting, not too bright, and comfortably dark, like a smaller version of church. We sat at what I would say was just left of the center of the bar, and he bought the first round as I checked my balance on the ATM deeper inside the bar. I returned and sat to Peter's left near men close to his age, who were playing Internet Trivia on several of the TV's. Everyone else to Peter's right, younger than to my left, talked amongst themselve's, sort-of paying attention to a Football game on the other half of the bars total amount of Television screen's. He ordered himself beerbust and a Blue Moon for me. The bartender, mid thirties year old "Scott", is friends with Peter, has seen me several times with him in the bar alone. Somehow a conversation I cannot now reccollect resulted in Scott showing Pater, with the magic of his IPhone, this video:
Click to viewI was quite entertained, and it, along with the beer and pleasant afternoon put me in a good mood for work, and during work. Reflecting a little, I find Scott attractive.