I Still Have My Pride

Okay, so it’s been awhile since I have written in my blog…sorry kids, I have been busy and unmotivated (Hey, we all need a break).

So here we go, let’s finish up with my Pride story…

We were at the point in the story where Lana, Bryce, Seth and I had gone to our place for a quick costume change (not that it would have been necessary, as my plans were to be shirtless for the night—remember?).

We gathered ourselves, after taking more “energy pills,” and left for one of the dance bars that was usually a straight sports bar, but every Saturday was “gay” (HA—we invaded). We high-fived after getting free smokes as a part of some promotion, headed upstairs to the dance section of the bar (the place where the bartenders are hot); of course, I have to flirt subtly with any guy that happens to check me out (because they are “straight”). After I order a drink and suck it down--surprise, my shirt amazingly flies off of my body, and tucks itself in my belt loop (I am the only one with his shirt off in the bar, but hell, I don’t care—I’m lit to the pecs).

We all decide to use fake names for the evening (Yes, it was before the stupid Las Vegas commercials. You know, the one with the two chicks that make up a bunch of names), and begin meeting those around us. I was “DJ.”

The dark gift was working something fierce (“Join me, and we can rule the universe, Luke”), because this buffed baldy came up to me and started chatting me up, all the while checking me out, when not talking about his girlfriend. They were “rolling with the homies” and thought we would be cool to hang out with…and help them score a little more. We acted offended, because why on earth would we would be able to score drugs. None of us do them.

Baldy sees me head over to the bar, and quickly follows. As I was waiting to order a drink, he tweaked my nipple and asked what I did to get such a muscled yet lean bod. I, lying (duh), told him that it was getting good sleep, eating right, working out every other day, yoga, and not drinking alcohol on a consistent basis. Then I ordered a double tall Vox cranberry, which he bought for me (not that I expected him to). So, surprised, I grabbed my cocktail, and headed back to my friends (who were on the upstairs patio), with Baldy still in tow.

About halfway there, he stopped me and told me that he was going into the military in two weeks, and he was curious…NICE…Meanwhile at the Batcave, his girlfriend was getting a rubdown from Lana, and his girlfriend was loving it, due to the rolling. So Baldy wanted to hang with a guy. To top it off, he said that people probably thought he was gay since he was hanging out with me…

Now there are times when my drunken confidence can get out of control (I’m the first to admit it). Not liking his comment in the least, I shot out, “With how you’re dressed, your stock can only go up hangin with me.” He laughed, put his arm around my shoulders, and we walked back to the group.

Baldy’s Gal, got up, after enjoying Lana’s great massage, and started talking to me, as her boyfriend went to get them another drink. She looked me dead in the eyes and said, “My boyfriend has been checking you out all night.” (OUCH—this could get ugly)
“Yeah, I kind of noticed, but I didn’t want to make any kind of deal out of it. But I think he wants to rock my jock.”
“I think so too; you should do it. He’s really well hung, and then we could compare notes.” (OH MY GA).
“I don’t think that I’ll be sleeping with your man…” (thinking…hmmm…should I?)
“You should, and I’d love to watch. He’s trying to hook me up with some chick. I figure it’s fair to turn the tables, and you’re hot.”
“Thanks, but I don’t think that anything is going to happen.”

I knew that I was drunk, but not that drunk…

After awhile, we got tired of how narrow minded the rest of the crowd was, so we headed to our favorite dance bar for after-hours, before after-hours (and more cocktails). We get there and run into a ton of people that we know. My shirt immediately comes off again for the remainder of the bar experience (Hello shirt off theme).

Lana ends up leaving, so it became three boys on the town. Before I know it, Seth is making out with some guy that he met that night (I mean they were going at it on the dance floor—Go Seth!). Bryce hooked up with one too. Before I know it, they are making out in a different area of the bar.

With a smile, and a sigh, I walked to the outside patio to get some air, when someone followed me. He smiled…I smiled…we chatted a bit…Then we started making out like the best of them. Then we stopped…and started making out again.

Great night…All three boys successfully had a makeout fest. It was a rockin nightcap to a great day.

Talk to you soon kids, promise.

deutschmarc