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        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