Fun night out
Went to a nearby town to see a show with the same three ladies. I offered to drive the 30 min, but don't have a CD in the car. That settles it, E drives. Hmm. gotta say that they (two of them at least) have very annoying music tastes. All very similar sounding Brittany Aguilera clone 'dance music'. Pop 40 drivel. Thankfully not a long drive. My musical tastes are very eclectic, and the only thing I really dislike is rap. So while this was not what I'd choose, I can suck it up.
The show was ok. A musical version of Spitfire Grill. Better resolved story than the movie, not great music. The girls all disappeared outside during intermission, and came back and told me that they were planning to go to a local gay bar after the show. I have no problem with it, so I go along. It's a fun place, no hassles. They have a pool table, dart boards, karaoke and tonight's special, male strippers.
I played darts last time we all went, sometimes with somebody else, some with just myself. They played pool. They tend to stay in their little clique so since I had distanced myself, I was rather bored. Tonight I played pool. I haven't played in maybe 20 years, but played quite a bit growing up. I made some really boner shots, but also had some nice multiples. Better pool shooter than bowler (whew is that a sad sight to see). We shot quite a few games, trading partners at one point, so that I was shooting with N first, then with S. S and E kept darting off to the other end of the bar to watch the strippers, while N and I chatted and shot pool. At one point, E even flashed ... her BRA. Didn't do anything for me. Having previously worked with her wearing a white spaghetti-string t-shirt and no bra, this was not erotic at all.
After a while, they decide to switch to darts. My game. I'm not a great dart shooter, but better than average. However, I ask the time. Shit, almost 1 am. Wife tends to get grouchy when I'm out too late, too often. She is almost totally housebound, and gets jealous of me having fun with coworkers (but hey, they're the only friends I have). If I'm to maintain any kind of domestic tranquility, or at least to get to do this again, I'd better go. I don't want to, I have to.
At home I blame it all on E. Good news that I wasn't driving, bad news that I "was at the whim of another driver to come home." and that the bar action took place in the other town. Everythings fine and dandy. Especially since I'll be home all weekend, except for a dinner Saturday night. Harmony restored.
I'm glad to finally be included into their clique on occasion. It took a bit of prodding and complaining to get them to realize that just because I'm not gay doesn't mean that I won't go with them to stripper night at the gay bar (S is bi, E is very friendly with S, but I think that they are really just best of friends who are totally comfortable with each other. I won't say it won't happen, but not at this point). Hey, if lesbian N can put up with it happening in the vicinity, why should I be offended? I have no problem with nudity of any sort. I surf enough porn to have seen just about everything, I just don't get turned on by men. And I'm pretty sure that gay men will be just about as attracted to me as women are. ie. none at all.
I genuinly like all these people. I could even find myself loving them. But I also find myself able to love a lot of women. Very few of them I've even responded to, let alone acted on. I've never met a woman I couldn't find attractive in some way, physical, mental, intellectual, whatever.
Whoa. I think that may be a topic for some other post. Don't get me started or I'll go on all night. or at least until wife gets her head out of the book she's undoubtedly reading in the other room to find out why my light's still on.
The show was ok. A musical version of Spitfire Grill. Better resolved story than the movie, not great music. The girls all disappeared outside during intermission, and came back and told me that they were planning to go to a local gay bar after the show. I have no problem with it, so I go along. It's a fun place, no hassles. They have a pool table, dart boards, karaoke and tonight's special, male strippers.
I played darts last time we all went, sometimes with somebody else, some with just myself. They played pool. They tend to stay in their little clique so since I had distanced myself, I was rather bored. Tonight I played pool. I haven't played in maybe 20 years, but played quite a bit growing up. I made some really boner shots, but also had some nice multiples. Better pool shooter than bowler (whew is that a sad sight to see). We shot quite a few games, trading partners at one point, so that I was shooting with N first, then with S. S and E kept darting off to the other end of the bar to watch the strippers, while N and I chatted and shot pool. At one point, E even flashed ... her BRA. Didn't do anything for me. Having previously worked with her wearing a white spaghetti-string t-shirt and no bra, this was not erotic at all.
After a while, they decide to switch to darts. My game. I'm not a great dart shooter, but better than average. However, I ask the time. Shit, almost 1 am. Wife tends to get grouchy when I'm out too late, too often. She is almost totally housebound, and gets jealous of me having fun with coworkers (but hey, they're the only friends I have). If I'm to maintain any kind of domestic tranquility, or at least to get to do this again, I'd better go. I don't want to, I have to.
At home I blame it all on E. Good news that I wasn't driving, bad news that I "was at the whim of another driver to come home." and that the bar action took place in the other town. Everythings fine and dandy. Especially since I'll be home all weekend, except for a dinner Saturday night. Harmony restored.
I'm glad to finally be included into their clique on occasion. It took a bit of prodding and complaining to get them to realize that just because I'm not gay doesn't mean that I won't go with them to stripper night at the gay bar (S is bi, E is very friendly with S, but I think that they are really just best of friends who are totally comfortable with each other. I won't say it won't happen, but not at this point). Hey, if lesbian N can put up with it happening in the vicinity, why should I be offended? I have no problem with nudity of any sort. I surf enough porn to have seen just about everything, I just don't get turned on by men. And I'm pretty sure that gay men will be just about as attracted to me as women are. ie. none at all.
I genuinly like all these people. I could even find myself loving them. But I also find myself able to love a lot of women. Very few of them I've even responded to, let alone acted on. I've never met a woman I couldn't find attractive in some way, physical, mental, intellectual, whatever.
Whoa. I think that may be a topic for some other post. Don't get me started or I'll go on all night. or at least until wife gets her head out of the book she's undoubtedly reading in the other room to find out why my light's still on.
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