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Story time My trip to a lounge
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Story time My trip to a lounge I have a close family friend lets call him Q. I basically grew up with Q and the whole time I knew he was gay. Before I knew what gay was I knew Q was gay. Q is really gay. He's not the type of gay guy that could pass for straight if you didn't know him. No Q is really feminine almost stereotypically gay. Think of every gay guy you've seen in a movie that's what Q acts like. That being said Q just broke up with his boyfriend not to long ago and decided that he needed to take his mind off of things so he wanted to go to a lounge. He didn't want to go to his usual places because he usually goes to gay clubs and the gay community in detroit is very small. He didn't want to deal with the possibility of running into his ex or deal with the gossip. He just wanted to drink and dance but didn't want to go into unfamiliar straight territory by himself. I don't know how he did it but guess who got dragged along. So there's Q and two women I don't know who are also going through a break up and they're in full fuck men mode and then there's me. I don't know why I'm there. I don't drink, I don't dance in public and I don't like crowds. I'm just sitting there wishing the apocalypse would happen so I could die with some dignity but everyone else is having a great time drinking and man bashing. After a while trying to cut my wrist with a straw I decided to stop having a fuck this party in my head and do some socializing. Who knows maybe I'll find a girlfriend. I start by trying to talk with the two girls that came with us but I can't get a word in edgewise because the three of the have<b> whipped </font></b>themselves into a "Fuck him girl" tornado so I look around the room and I see a attractive woman in a teal dress. I say fuck it and go up to her. I'm terrible at starting conversations so after a couple of false starts she not so subtlety mentions she has a boyfriend. She was sitting alone in a lounge in a dress and heels past 9pm. I been around enough women to know she doesn't have a boyfriend. I have a boyfriend is just a nice way of saying its not going to happen. You're taking up space that could be filled with some who I'm actually attracted to. So I go back to the men sucks table to rebuild my confidence. After a while this girl walks in and sits at the bar. She has this cool purse. It's looks like it's hand made but the coolest part of it is made from pictures from Steven universe. I love steven universe and my nerd instincts kick in and the next thing I know I'm talking to this girl about everything. We actually had a nice conversation. She's the kind of girl I really like. She on a roller derby team, she made the cool purse herself, she just moved to detroit from San Francisco because she wants to sell her original purse designs and the cost of living is so cheap here and she wears glasses. I'm such a sucker for a girl in glasses. If a girl wears glasses I'm instantly attracted to her. Anyway we talk for about 45 minutes straight until the Lorena Bobbitt trio is done and wants to leave. So I ask for her number so we can continue the conversation at a later date. Emphasis on the date part. Then she told me she had a boyfriend. Now I know 100 percent that she doesn't have a boyfriend. We had been talking for more than 45 minutes. She just moved here and she told me that there was nothing in San Francisco worth staying for because most of her friends were moving away because of the rising cost of living there. So I just thank her for the conversation and leave. I wish the story ended there but that's not how my life goes.When there's a cut life has to rub salt in it. Me and the other grab a lyft and they're hammered. So hammered one of the girls and Q start making out as a joke. At first. By the end of the ride they're all over each other. They ended up having sex when we got home. So Q a flamboyant gay guy had sex with a women before I did. That wasn't good for my self-esteem. |
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I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly. Winston Churchill
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very well said awsome
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