A night out with the gay guys
So from my post last Wednesday you found out that yes.. I have a heart and boy’s get hurt.
The next weekend, after the breakup, I was still extremely upset, and I was bartending at the restaurant. I managed to spill an entire glass of wine on a patron sitting at the bar who happened to be maybe one of the biggest venture capitalists in the bay area. He was a regular of mine and he knew something was wrong. He didn’t seem mad but he left. Half an hour later, he returned with a new wine free shirt. He asked me what was wrong and I told him the story. He gave me some great advice and really lifted my spirits. He also left me a $100 tip and told me to go out tonight and have a great time.
At the restaurant there were two bartenders and eight servers. Four out of ten were gay men. All the gay men heard about my story and wanted to take me out to get my mind off her. I agreed and Restaurant Guy was going to join us as well. Two straight men and four gay men, FUN. After the restaurant closed up, we all had a few drinks from our restaurant bar to get loose.
The gay men decided to take Restaurant Guy and I for a night on the town. I had helped hire bartenders for a gay bar that opened across the street from the restaurant I worked at. (A lot of straight men are afraid of gay bars. DO NOT BE! There are actually a lot of straight girls that go to gay bars and night clubs.) We went there first and were given a plethora of shots, mixed drinks, and beers to start the evening for free and only had to leave gratuity. I was pretty trashed by the time we left there and we decided we were going to go to a gay nightclub.
It was about a mile walk to get to the club. I remember arriving and walking in and thinking this place was pretty cool. Lots of flashing lights, deep bass, a cool oak bar, pretty ladies everywhere (some kissing each other), dudes everywhere (some kissing each other), and whole lot of dancing (which I love). We got more drinks and went upstairs to the fire place room with a different DJ to hang out and dance. My friend Croatian girl showed up to hang out with us. I was beginning to lose thought of Asian girl. Croatian girl was dancing with me and I was feeling like “Hey, women love me, screw Asian girl”. Croatian girl went over and danced with some of the gay guys we were with and I danced away my pains.
The night got a little more wild and I was dancing like I’ve never danced before and I feel some hands grab my waist from behind. At first, I was thinking, “FUCK YA, these ladies LOVE me….” then it clicked, I was drunk, I was at a gay bar, and I looked down. I’m a pretty big guy and there were these big black hands, bigger than my hands, and they were wrapped around my waist. I almost shit my pants. I turned around and shook my head saying no sir, you are not getting any of this straight ass. He laughed, introduced himself, and I introduced him to my gay friends. He ended up hanging out with us for the remainder of the evening and BUYING me a drink.
Gay men love me. It’s funny and I take it as a compliment.