Went to the bar with my friend Dan last night. Now, when I say bar, I don’t mean, “Oh, yew want de high quality beeer? Wehell, we gots dis here Miller Lite! Wooooo FOOTBALL!” I hope never to set foot inside a place like that. This place is a lil’ more upscale, so there’s fewer drunk rednecks and more drunk yuppies. At any rate, I’ve been to this place a couple of times before, you know, “just to check it out”, and I’ve determined that I’d pay the cover just to hear the music, which happens to be exactly the sort of techno flava that I love most. The lights are pretty sweet, too. I could pretty much just sit in the corner and listen and watch and be perfectly content. Last night though, once the girls started dancing on the bar, I went out into the crowd and started, eheh, “dancing”. Now, you know me (if you don’t, why are you here? Is it really that entertaining?), physical activity of any variety really isn’t my forte, so it was a lot more like random movement to the beat, which was great, because it was fun. After about half an hour this girl sitting down near me pulled me over and was like “Oh my Gohd, you are such an f’ing good dancer! You have to teach me how to dance!” Eheh. She asked how much I’d been drinking (a single martini), incredulously, do you do drugs? (no). About fifteen minutes later this slick, svelte young man comes up to me, puts his hand on my shoulder, and says, “It looks like you need somebody to dance with.” Caught me a little off-guard, and since I’m not even dancing anyway in the traditional sense of there’s a method and pattern and steps and so forth, I tell him that I’m cool, but thanks anyway. He pauses for a second, gets a chagrined look, and says, “Oh wow, you’re straight, aren’t you?” (yes, but it’s cool man, no sweat, don’t worry about it). So that’s my story of my first experience being hit on by a gay man. It was humorous, really. Dan said that even though the bar was packed out with that kind of girl, everybody was watching me. Thanks, DDR and years of listening to techno, you’ve really paid off. Time now to learn that backflip so I can really impress the guys.

Unless the LORD had helped me, I would soon have died.
I cried out, “I’m slipping!” and your unfailing love, O LORD, supported me.
When doubts filled my mind, your comfort gave me renewed hope and cheer.
– Psalm 94:17-19

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