I wasn’t expecting this. I am gay, and although it’s never really been talked about, my buddies know it on some level. It’s just one of those things that has never been talked about. But it has definitely been alluded to. There are four of us total that go out to the bars and have a good time. Two of them are married, and one of them is divorced. So last night we decided it would be a good night to go out to one of the country bars around here. I’m 6’3”, 200 pounds, divorced one 6’, solidly built, and devastatingly handsome. Married guy one 5’10’, blue eyes, blond hair and works out a lot. Married guy two, 5’9’’, 175 pounds of pure muscle. He has hazel/green eyes, long eye lashes, and women always comment on those. He just started growing a beard and is deep brown and makes him even more handsome.…and I didn’t think that was even possible.
We all meet at my house around 8 PM last night. We have a tradition of having one shot and one beer before we go out. I have the biggest car, so I decided to be the designated driver. We usually flip to decide who drives, but I was still feeling a little woozy from the night before, so that’s why I volunteered. It was also my birthday, so after the guys had done their chores that come with Christmas time, shopping, wrapping, and babysitting. This is also a yearly tradition with the guys, since it’s my birthday so they kind of make a deal with their wives and ex-wives… in other words, they had permission to go out. We all agreed we could not stay out too late, because it’s almost Christmas.
We finished our shots, and grabbed keys, wallets, id’s, etc. We were all looking good, we were all wearing cowboy boots, and we headed out. There’s nothing special about the ride there, just the usual banter back-and-forth. I must say, when we walked in to the bar, we were noticed. There was no mistake about that. I noticed a few of ‘my type‘ hotties in the bar, and they did too, according to their comments. They have always appreciated me for my ability to talk to strangers and they are consider me the best wing man they’ve ever known, just saying. In fact, they all ended up marrying one of the beautiful women I engaged in a conversation with.
Since I was the DD, I was very generous while buying the shots and drinks. I noticed they were kind of holding back a little…obligations etc. But ’’G’’ was drinking heavily...the hazel eyed, chiseled, newly bearded buddy. He looked adorable with his tight jeans, form fitting shirt, and belt buckle. The absolute perfect V shaped guy. As he drank more, I started talking to him more, and asked him a few questions. He said that this has been a challenging Christmas season. He opened up a little bit more and said that there were some financial struggles and those resulted in some arguing. Knowing he still had to drive, and I quit buyimg shots for him. As I made my rounds in the bar, and eyeing up some true blue examples of 100% USDA choice, I wondered back to the bar. It was clear it was clear to all of us that G was getting trashed. We decided to head out, and call it a night. By the way, our single buddy got lucky that night with someone that I did not introduce him to!
I can keep going, but it’s getting long…so maybe I should break this up into 2 parts.
We all meet at my house around 8 PM last night. We have a tradition of having one shot and one beer before we go out. I have the biggest car, so I decided to be the designated driver. We usually flip to decide who drives, but I was still feeling a little woozy from the night before, so that’s why I volunteered. It was also my birthday, so after the guys had done their chores that come with Christmas time, shopping, wrapping, and babysitting. This is also a yearly tradition with the guys, since it’s my birthday so they kind of make a deal with their wives and ex-wives… in other words, they had permission to go out. We all agreed we could not stay out too late, because it’s almost Christmas.
We finished our shots, and grabbed keys, wallets, id’s, etc. We were all looking good, we were all wearing cowboy boots, and we headed out. There’s nothing special about the ride there, just the usual banter back-and-forth. I must say, when we walked in to the bar, we were noticed. There was no mistake about that. I noticed a few of ‘my type‘ hotties in the bar, and they did too, according to their comments. They have always appreciated me for my ability to talk to strangers and they are consider me the best wing man they’ve ever known, just saying. In fact, they all ended up marrying one of the beautiful women I engaged in a conversation with.
Since I was the DD, I was very generous while buying the shots and drinks. I noticed they were kind of holding back a little…obligations etc. But ’’G’’ was drinking heavily...the hazel eyed, chiseled, newly bearded buddy. He looked adorable with his tight jeans, form fitting shirt, and belt buckle. The absolute perfect V shaped guy. As he drank more, I started talking to him more, and asked him a few questions. He said that this has been a challenging Christmas season. He opened up a little bit more and said that there were some financial struggles and those resulted in some arguing. Knowing he still had to drive, and I quit buyimg shots for him. As I made my rounds in the bar, and eyeing up some true blue examples of 100% USDA choice, I wondered back to the bar. It was clear it was clear to all of us that G was getting trashed. We decided to head out, and call it a night. By the way, our single buddy got lucky that night with someone that I did not introduce him to!
I can keep going, but it’s getting long…so maybe I should break this up into 2 parts.
