Well, I went last night and, um...you guys lied to me. Well not really, but kind of, cause it was awkward as hell. Right off the bat I realized I had a few things working against me:
-I dont really drink. In groups its not a big deal, but going
-Im not all that sociable. Normally I just stick with my group when I go out or meet new people by piggybacking off of some of my more outgoing friends.
-Im not crazy about bars in general
-Being a brawny young black guy among a bunch of middle aged white guys made me stick out like a sore thumb, which made me all the more self-conscious
So for the first half hour, I was slumped in my stool nursing a beer and trying to pretend I didnt feel totally loserish. The most I got was some pity small talk from a tranny named Felicia (we both agreed that I was the hottest guy there).
This was my first gay bar and it was a little different than what I expected. I guess I sort of imagined it to be like a buffet of hot guys just waiting to be picked-up. But there was none of that. I got more play at the last straight bar I went to. Hell, I got more action in the last airport bathroom I went to.
But its all good...after a couple of beers I started to loosen up and stopped worrying so much. And a couple of beers after that, I completely stopped giving a damn (I guess this is what being tipsy is? I was getting kinda dizzy, had to pee a lot, and at one point started singing Joan Jett loudly to nobody in particular).
All in all, not terrible, but not great either. Better than staying at home and watching Cheers reruns. I'll probably go back and next time I'll try, like, talking to people and stuff.
-I dont really drink. In groups its not a big deal, but going
-Im not all that sociable. Normally I just stick with my group when I go out or meet new people by piggybacking off of some of my more outgoing friends.
-Im not crazy about bars in general
-Being a brawny young black guy among a bunch of middle aged white guys made me stick out like a sore thumb, which made me all the more self-conscious
So for the first half hour, I was slumped in my stool nursing a beer and trying to pretend I didnt feel totally loserish. The most I got was some pity small talk from a tranny named Felicia (we both agreed that I was the hottest guy there).
This was my first gay bar and it was a little different than what I expected. I guess I sort of imagined it to be like a buffet of hot guys just waiting to be picked-up. But there was none of that. I got more play at the last straight bar I went to. Hell, I got more action in the last airport bathroom I went to.
But its all good...after a couple of beers I started to loosen up and stopped worrying so much. And a couple of beers after that, I completely stopped giving a damn (I guess this is what being tipsy is? I was getting kinda dizzy, had to pee a lot, and at one point started singing Joan Jett loudly to nobody in particular).
All in all, not terrible, but not great either. Better than staying at home and watching Cheers reruns. I'll probably go back and next time I'll try, like, talking to people and stuff.


