Melancholy Mood

Shortly after 4.30 pm today I arrived at Goodhandy's where the monthly TNT Men's Naked Dances are held. As Mr. TNT, attending these dances is part of my function as representative of this organisation. For the first two hours or so I smoozed with the crowd. During that time I struck up a conversation with three guys standing by the downstairs bar, two of whom were wearing Prince Alberts and the other guy who was a professional piercer. I introduced myself. Eventually, the conversation drifted toward piercings, specifically Prince Alberts. We had a lengthy chat about them from which I gleaned lots of good personal information and ancedotes.

Around midway through the dance I ventured upstairs and found a spot overlooking the dance floor. After several beers and a change in music, my mood became melancholy and I needed some space. Amid some 140 naked men, I felt very alone. Tears welled up in my eyes on a few occasions as I thought of Blair, how much I missed him, and reminisced of happier times with him. But I managed to compose myself in short order because I didn't want to show a weak face in public. Even so, a couple of guys noticed my isolation and asked me what was wrong. I explained that I had recently broken up with someone very dear to me.

After sometime had passed, that melancholy mood subsided and I resumed my walk around the bar and smoozed some more.

Just before 8.45 pm I decided to leave, but that melancholy mood had returned. I went to the coat check, got dressed, and left.

When I got home, I grabbed a bite to eat. Just after 10 pm, feeling very tired, I went to bed.