This is a little
love story. This story is true and about me and my man. But allow
me to start at the begining.
I have always had
this habit of picking losers. Not just losers but mean ones at
that. I have been abusided mentally, sexually, and physically,
but that is all in the past. However I do want to mention it so
you understand what men I usually pick. After the last one, I
decided that I needed a little break from straight men. So for
about 8 months I hung out with gay males (drag queens, to be
correct) and learned to trust men again. Well after being single
for awhile I was getting quite lonely. So I decided to go out
with a friend of mine to a straight bar where her friends band
was playing.
I was to meet her
at this bar at 12:30 am. I showed up a bit early as I am not used
to going to straight bars and never by myself I decided to wait
at the door for her.
While there I
spoke to the doorman, a very nice old man who I believe owns the
bar. During our conversation a man enetered and kind of cut into
our conversation. I remember I didn't really notice him until his
back was to me. He had one great ass!! And that's a high
complament coming from me, as I don't really notice that on men.
Before he entered
the bar he turned to me and asked "Why are you sitting here
all by yourself?" I explained that I was waiting for some
friends of mine. He smiled and went inside. I remember thinking
he was good looking but not my type. He was short (about 5'6) and
I liked tall men. He had dark hair and eyes, and I liked men who
had one or the other, not both. Anyhoo, a few minutes later my
friend showed up and in the bar we went.
Well, as soon as
we got down to the dance floor and stage Mindy headed for a table
where the short dark haired man was sitting with some other
people. One of which I recognized as a guy who was the the last
time I had been at the bar. He was truly not my type but had a
huge crush on me.
Shit! Was all I
thought as he came over to say hi. Hello, I mumbled a grabbed a
seat acrossed from the short guy (who I soon found out his name
was Tracy, yes Tracy).
Tracy and I began
to talk and one thing I noticed about him that was a big plus was
that he was in a bar drinking water. After a little bit of
conversation I grabbed Mindy and headed from the Ladiesroom. Once
in there I got the low down on him from Mindy. He was single as
far as she knew and she said he was a sweetheart. So far so good.
Then she informs me the guy I was avoiding had asked her to ask
me if I would dance with him when a slow song came on. Shit! I
said. I told Mindy I wanted Tracy not Bryan (I think that was his
name). I asked her to tell Bryan that i didn't slow dance and she
said she would.
We made our way
back to the table and I sat down. The band began playing a slow
song and Tracy grabbed my hand and asked me to dance. I really
wanted to dance with Tracy but I didn't want to hurt Bryan's
feelings by dancing with Tracy when I told him I don't slow
dance. I told Tracy I didn't slow dance and much to my pleasure
Tracy was very insistant, to the point where he pulled me up on
the dance floor and wouldn't loosen his grip until I promised not
to dash off the dance floor.
I felt very
comfotable in his arms. So much so that during the dance I kept
putting my head on his shoulder, without even realizing it. When
I did realize that my head was on his shoulder I would pull it
off quickly, only to a few minutes later realize that it was once
again there.
Mindy and I would
always go out for breakfast after we left the bar. So I asked
Tracy to join us. He said yes, as long as he could drop his car
off at his house and ride with me. I said that was fine and the
three of us left the bar. He walked me to my car and I told him
to hop in, I would give him a ride to his car. His car was across
the street, back behind some other cars. As I drove over, I told
him we would sneak i nt he back way to get his car. As soon as I
stopped the car, he looked at me and asked "Mind if I sneak
this in?" and without waiting for an answer he kissed me. It
was a very nice kiss and afterword I told him I didn't mind at
all.
In love, In denial