My favorite thing about going to a club, besides dancing, is targeting guys and setting them up with my friends. Since all my friends are either female or gay, I am always on the hunt for handsome men. In NYC, Marc took me to a club where I was the only female in a sea of hot sweaty homos. I really felt like I was in my element. An abundant crop of good prospects for Marc. I was ready to work the crowd, but they found me.
A blonde adonis sashayed my way and started dancing with me. He was so hot that when he put his hands on my waist, I got extremely nervous. Yes nervous around a gay guy. That’s how inferior I felt. He pulled out his iPhone and showed me his Versace ads. Gulp!
I enthusiastically introduced myself to his good-looking friends, including an asian actor and an anesthesiologist, who I in turn introduced to my pal Marc. While the gays got to chatting, I went back to dancing.
I wasn’t alone for long before an attractive guy grabs me by the shoulders and explains, “I’m not gay. My cousin’s here from out of town. He’s gay that’s why we’re here, but I’m not gay. You and I have to stick together. Plus you’re totally my type. Can I get you a drink?”
Naturally I was smitten which got me thinking that I hadn’t flirted with anyone since I met Dean. While I am certainly committed and loyal and in love with my husband, I do have to say, it is nice to know that you are still attractive to other men!
To top off the night’s events, the guy turns out to be an illusionist. He performed some stunning card tricks for a crowd of us sitting on a few couches in the corner. When he was done, he asked again if he could get me a drink, to which Marc replied, “Sure you can get her a drink, after she calls her husband.”