So last night TC and I out at Greek tapas restaurant. A nice meal, I'm winding down to come home and we pop in to the IX gay bar on the way back for a night cap. Innocent enough. Drink in hand, a mid 30's guy who we've seen before, Richard, passes by and pauses to chat. He tells us there's a mega club party tonight in the warehouse district and a free shuttle bus is just waiting outside. Why not?
Off we go to this massive normally straight club, multiple dance floors, 7 bars, unbelievable sound and lights show and an outdoor seating area. It's all quite nice. It's a bit after midnight and the place is quickly becoming packed. TC is picking on me for checking other boys out. I guess I'm a little to obvious, but if you put the sardine in the can with other sardines what do you thinks gonna happen. I'm getting slowly annoyed at the constant jealousy. Perhaps I should just look at my shoes.
We wander back into Richard. Smart German guy, mature looking, not my type but attractive, perfect English, lawyer, studied in London, started his own firm, 7 lawyers now. He's doing well no doubt. Though I'm wondering why he's cruising around. We find him mac'ing on a cute Greek boy and we enter his little group. Richard leans over and tells me this is the "village slut" and he's slept with the Greek guy "a couple of times". I'm struck that here is this consummate professional on the verge of middle age, toying with the "village slut". Where does that lead you? Hasn't he figured out the cycles yet? Why would you exert the energy?
The night ends at 3:30 with TC trashed and me guiding us home. He passes out on the couch. I go to bed alone. TC awakens this morning and flops into the bed and issues me a stern lecture on doing things that make him jealous and being loyal and and and and and. The conversation is getting old.
I don't like gay venues. I don't like the scene, the drama, the insecurity and what I think is the emptiness of it all. It's not hard to go to any gay bar, in any city, on any night and find someone to sleep with. Don't think you're a hottie just because you can score. It's not hard.
I'm not sure what I'm trying to convey here to you other than a degree of frustration with gay guys or maybe just guys in general.