So i was in this gay bar.....
Last night was, well different.
I went out with my friend Wooden Boy last night...who is very actively gay....with the intention of staying the night at his place...as he lives next door to the pub we go to.
We moved on to my regular club...the Forge Bar, as we normally do about 3 times a week. But to my horror, and his delight....the place was heaving with gay men. He reckoned it was 60% gay...but i couldn't see another straight man in there.
It was most uncomfortable to say the least. There was one girl in there...and i managest to stay focussed on her chest....in a valient silent protest, as if to say....look, i'm staring at tits!!!! I am not gay!!!
So the Wooden Boy quickly paired up with some other man, and left me standing there. Not a happy bunny. I just felt so out of place in there. So i supped up & made a quick exit...vowing never to go there again. It was not a good experience...especially being left alone to fend for myself, and then had to find my way home as i'd be buggered (yes...literally :O ) if i was going to stay at the Wooden House of sordid love.
The thing that gets me though...not one of those queer bastards made any attempt at hitting on me!!!
Wooden Boy says its cause i'm so obviously straight, and reassuringly said..'well i wouldn't fuck you' Oh, cheers Wood...that works wonders for my ego :(
Simon :)
I went out with my friend Wooden Boy last night...who is very actively gay....with the intention of staying the night at his place...as he lives next door to the pub we go to.
We moved on to my regular club...the Forge Bar, as we normally do about 3 times a week. But to my horror, and his delight....the place was heaving with gay men. He reckoned it was 60% gay...but i couldn't see another straight man in there.
It was most uncomfortable to say the least. There was one girl in there...and i managest to stay focussed on her chest....in a valient silent protest, as if to say....look, i'm staring at tits!!!! I am not gay!!!
So the Wooden Boy quickly paired up with some other man, and left me standing there. Not a happy bunny. I just felt so out of place in there. So i supped up & made a quick exit...vowing never to go there again. It was not a good experience...especially being left alone to fend for myself, and then had to find my way home as i'd be buggered (yes...literally :O ) if i was going to stay at the Wooden House of sordid love.
The thing that gets me though...not one of those queer bastards made any attempt at hitting on me!!!
Wooden Boy says its cause i'm so obviously straight, and reassuringly said..'well i wouldn't fuck you' Oh, cheers Wood...that works wonders for my ego :(
Simon :)