Couple of weeks ago during my supposed exile from the gay world, William and I agree to go out for a drink. Just to meet. It’s going to be friends having a drink. Fine – off to Halo I go.
I have to jump back in the past for a moment, a few months ago, I briefly meet Eduardo at Halo. Young, nicely dressed, well mannered, dark wavy hair, deep brown eyes and a bit of mystery to him and oh, yes, a touch Latino (note: please don’t stand up and yell "bingo"). It was just a hello, ok, no harm. He was definitely my type and I let it go.
Back to today, inside Halo, drink in hand, William and I wander upstairs. There is Eduardo with 2 other friends. God – he’s cute. I eye him and he eyes me. William picks up his drink and commands "we’re going back downstairs, I see trouble in your eyes". I comply. I’m trying to be good.
Downstairs, I keep thinking about him. Fending a need to use the WC (which is upstairs), I head up, William advises he’s sending a guard dog after me in 10 minutes.
I wander by the group and swope in to say hello. The other 2 guys eye me cautiously. One is his brother (touch my brother gringo and you die). I’m kneeling on the floor as they sit, no clue what dribble I am saying, I’m totally taken by Eduardo. My phone is ringing, it’s William, "I know what you’re doing, get down here now". OK OK, be right there honey. I continue to talk. The phone rings again, "are you listening to me, come back to me now". Sure, just another minute, no problema bebé.
Eduardo is perplexed by all of this. Me, I have no clue what to do next. Finally, Eduardo says give me your phone number. I can barely remember my name at this point. We text each other.
My phone is ringing again, it’s William, "I have left, you are crazy, you should go home now". I do. Text messages appear from Eduardo, I think you’re handsome and cute, we should go out. Yes we should.
It’s at this point with almost absolute clarity that I realize I’m pretty freaking gay. I may not look or act it but I certainly know how to portray the part fairly well.