"Loreena - Loreena. Go - go, Loreena!" Drew chanted. "Did he leave you alone?"
"He asked me to do a three-way with his girlfriend. Men can be such bastards...present company excepted."
"Oh honey, please. They can be tiring," he said, but I saw him eyeing a blonde at the end of the bar.
"Ahem...eyes back in head, tongue back in mouth. Youāre spoken for, remember?"
"That doesnāt mean I cant look," he pouted, and still cruising.
"What is it about boys that makes you look for trouble, even when you have a perfectly good relationship?" I asked.
"Boys will be boys," said Greg, who just arrived and didnāt waste any time making eyes at the bartender.
Andrew said, "Itās just like salami. You know itās not good for you, but it doesnāt keep you from wanting to eat it."
"I could use a salami right about now," Greg drooled.
"So what else is new?" I quipped. "I gotta pee. Donāt pick anybody up until I see them first."
On my way to the bathroom, I noticed the subtle communication around the bar. A furtive look here, a wink there, a walk-by hand to the butt for the more audacious.
It was crowded, so I bumped and grinded my way to the bathroom. I have to hand it to gay men. I love the fact that they keep themselves look so good.
I squeezed my way around the corner to the ladiesā room door and stepped inside the cramped space. Someone stepped in right on my tail.
"Excuse me," said a sotto, sexy voice. I turned around. "Oh shit!...youāre a girl, he yelped, looking very confused."
"Last time I checked. Are you lost...or do you like using the girlsā room?" I asked.
"Oh, geez, Iām sorry. I thought you were a boy...isnāt this...I thought...shit, sorry."
He had a nice face, and was really embarrassed. "Donāt worry about it," I said. "Right now, I wish you were a girl." We shared a laugh, but he kept apologizing as he crawled out of the room, back into the sea of available men. I decided I should find him and introduce him to Greg.
