My Trip Out

Gay married man coming out story

My kind of town, ain’t Seattle

Daddy having to focus on making money this week, no time to post stuff. On the west coast and in Seattle, Washington. I’m behaving. I had a late lunch at Mario Batali’s father’s little hole in the wall deli called Salumi. Mario, just in case, is a well known chef and has a bunch of top rated restaurants (mainly Italian) in NYC. His dad opened this itty bitty place, they serve Artisan dried meats, it’s a true wonder and a real Italian novelty.

You order the food at a counter, and sit at a single communal table. Food is out of this world. So I’m sitting there munching along and a cute and very young guy sits across from me. Well, you know me, I can’t resist, I start chattering away with him. Pre-med student from Atlanta, Georgia Tech, doing an internship for the summer. I’m being all nice and ask him where he’s living. Bombs away. “I’m living with my ex-boyfriend”, he casually mentions. Dear Lord, where is that  bolt of lightening you’ve been promising.

I hint I’d just been at Blake on the Park in Atlanta, a well known gay bar, just the previous night. Well he took the hint. We chatter some more, finish, we walk out together. He’s taking a bus back to Capital Heights, gayville for Seattle, I’ll take a bus too. We talk some more. I need to exit this situation, I climb on the next bus, don’t care where it’s going, he’s seems a bit shocked but waves back. I feel bad.

Sadly, there are a ton of gay guys in Seattle of which 0.0000001% are decent looking. I cruised thru Capital Heights, not really that exciting, too many people looking well, grungy, wearing black and spikey stuff. Not my scene. Tomorrow, LA, be still my beating heart.

1 Comment

  1. Oh my oh my do you set hurdles in front of you.

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