My Night Out at Woody's

Shortly after 8 pm tonight, I decided to wander into the Village for a couple of beers. I simply needed to get out of the apartment. On my way down Church Street, I bumped into one of the contestants from the Mr. TNT contest, whom I had encountered earlier that same day in another part of the city. Eventually, I ended up at Woody's, where I ordered a pint of Stella Artois from the front bar and parked myself at one of the tables closest to the bar. I thought that I would be drinking alone that night, and that I would only be there a short time. But just as I was finishing my first beer - around 8.45 pm or thereabouts - I bumped into an old work colleague, Marc, who I had encountered on two separate occasions and in two different places in the city earlier this year. Before we parted company that night, we exchanged phone numbers, not only to stay in touch as friends, but because he might be a good resource in terms of employment prospects. All these years I had assumed he was straight, but later he revealed that he had come out of the closet a year-and-an-half ago.

We chatted for a bit and he bought me another pint of Stella. He explained that he was supposed to meet with some buddies, but that he was very late. While I was chatting with him, one of his buddies texted him and instructed him to meet him at the back bar. He did so and asked me to join him and his buddies, which I did without thinking twice.

He introduced me to his buddies and the cute bartender, Steve, who was working at the back bar. For the next couple of hours, we simply sat at the bar and chatted. At some point during the course of the evening, one of the topics of conversation turned to piercings, which produced a lively discussion for a couple of us, including me. Another topic of conversation which presented itself focussed on bisexuality, where I discovered that Marc and Steve, the cute bartender, were attracted to both men and women. I piped up and said that I was also bisexual, but preferred the term, fluid. Later, I told Steve about this hot club in the west end, which has bi nights every Wednesday and Sunday night. He was intrigued and said that he would love to check it out sometime.

Throughout the time that I sat at the bar, Steve and I exchanged furtive glances and smiles. Normally, I am not attracted to white guys, but there was something about him that I found very appealing. He was about my height, dark hair, unshaven, similar build, and with a hairy chest. Shortly before I was about to leave, I wrote my name and contact info on a card. I gave it to him and asked him if he might be interested in getting together. With a gleam in his eye, he said yes.

Before leaving that night, we hugged each other warmly and he gave me a kiss on the lips. I explained that I was still recovering from my PA and so wouldn't be able to engage in any sort of action right away. He was cool with that.

For what I had thought was going to be a quiet and uneventful evening, it most definitely was not.