Where Am I

Why Am I Here?

As the clock ticks slowly to 2 am I find myself sitting alone at a bar stool contemplating what brought me to this point in life. I had always questioned my sexual orientation, yet here I was in a queer bar to see if anyone would find me desirable. I saw many personalities, some feminine and some butch. Having not experiencing such mannerisms I was lost. The bartended was agreeable enough. He had never seen me before. You could see the curiosity in his eyes as he served me my beer. Just when I was dejected and ready to leave a well-dressed man sat next to me. He said, “Why are you here so late? You seemed lost.”

Taken by surprise, I responded, “I’m on a journey of self-discovery and to my dismay I feel I failed miserably."

“My name is Robert. Usually when people are here so late, they are desperate to hook up. That’s why I’m here. Are you a top or bottom?”

Confused, “Top or bottom? I’m afraid those terms allude me.”

“Basically, it means do you like to take it or get it.”

“Oh! Well I haven’t gotten that far. I’m afraid I can’t answer such a question. I would like to thank you for sitting with me and talking. You see I have never experienced anything with the same sex.”

“So, you’re a virgin. That’s hot. I would love to be your first.”

Looking closer at Robert, he was an attractive man around 30 years of age and was here late as well as myself. He admitted desperation led people to be so late at the bar. My mind was racing. Not knowing how to continue with this awkward conversation I just said, “You were so kind to talk to me and I thank you. I feel that perhaps because of the hour I should leave.”

“I don’t know why? Maybe we could just go to my place and rectify your virginity.”

Now feeling pursued I decided this had been enough exploration for me. Trying not to be rude I proceeded to get up from my chair and exit. I told him, “Thanks for the offer, but as you said its late and to just have a casual situation, I feel would not be productive. Again, thanks for the conversation. Got to go.”

Robert got up to and said, “Well your nothing more than a prick tease.”

After that comment I scurried to the door and departed.

Robert turned to the bartender, “I really wish yall wouldn’t let in those idiots that don’t know what they want.”

Bartender turned to Robert and said, “You ever thought it could be you.”