The Sexpot

Yesterday two friends of Mark’s Lover had their birthdays. So seven of us ended up going out to dinner. Both birthday guys were Gaysians, one of whom, E, I’d briefly met at the July 5th party. That one had recently been dumped by Scott, and we were sort of trying to cheer him up, too.

We met at a Mexican restaurant…unfortunately the food wasn’t too great. Still, it was pleasant conversation. Mark’s roommate was there, and she was awesome. I’m glad we got along since Good Man and I will be living with her for a few weeks.

Mark’s Roommate

After dinner, we went to the bar where Mark and his Lover met.

We left the restaurant and went back to the car. Mark and his Lover were holding hands. This area of the city had a high concentration of gay bars. While trying to cross at a crosswalk, some woman in an Escalade drove by and screamed (I found out later) “Faggots!” out her window.

Before I realized what had happened, Mark was gone. He tore down the street after her, hit the back of her car, and tried to open her door. The coward had rolled her windows up. He pounded his fist on her window and yelled at her.

E and Mark’s Lover ran after him while Roommate and I, who hadn’t heard her yell, hung back, a bit confused.

Mark stood in front of her car, hands on his hips, so she couldn’t move. She pulled out her cell phone, and started dialing. He yelled at her, “You messed with the wrong faggot this time!”

There was a gay bar on the corner and everyone was cheering for him.

Mark and I have known each other more than 15 years and I’ve never seen him do that. I was shocked. And proud. (And confused because I hadn’t heard her yell.)

Mark returned to the car shortly, and we headed to the bar.

At the bar, I didn’t dance much, though E and Mark’s Lover both tried to teach me how to follow. Mark’s Lover was a better lead, and E and I ended up laughing most of the time. We were closer in height, so our knees kept knocking. At one point E said, “Follow me, girl, let me lead!”

“I went to a women’s college, I can’t help it!” I exclaimed.

Dancing with E was really fun though. He was keeping his hand low on my back and I teased him that he was trying to grab my ass. (Later, Roommate and I briefly talked about how comfortable it is to be a straight woman in a gay bar because you can dance and flirt and touch the guys without anything coming of it. Also, this bar was just a nice bar to hang out at. The people were super friendly and everyone just seemed nice.)

Learning to Dance (Roommate and E)

There was a lot of line dancing, which I enjoyed taking photos of. I wasn’t using my flash because a) I didn’t want to distract people with it and b) I wanted to catch the movement. I think it worked.

Line Dancing I

Line Dancing II

While I was watching people dance, one guy caught my eye.

There was some East Asian looking guy on the dance floor. He danced with a ton of different guys and rarely rested.

And he was sexy.

But only on the dance floor, where his movements were well controlled, well timed, and really fluid.

E and I were checking him out, arms wrapped around each other’s backs. I said to E, “Eight days until [Good Man] gets here. I miss him. I think he needs to be here now…wow, this guy…”

“This guy is hot…”

We told Roommate to watch him. She said she wasn’t really into Asian guys (neither is E) but she watched. This guy did something with his hips and Roommate and I shot each other a look over E’s shoulder.

“Oh my God,” she said. “Wow. Wow.”

Roommate started calling him The Sexpot.

Some people are attractive, whereas other people are just plain sexy. Jennifer Aniston vs Angelina Jolie, for example. Aniston is cute. Sweet looking. Angelina, however, smolders.

This guy, when he wasn’t dancing, was just Good Looking Asian Guy. When he was dancing, he was The Sexpot.

Mark scolded me lightly, telling me he was going to tell Good Man. But it wasn’t that I was really attracted to The Sexpot, it’s that watching him made me miss Good Man. I’m so glad I came out here, it’s great seeing Mark, but I really miss Good Man. Seeing couples—two men, two women, one of each—makes me miss him.

Watching the others dance was fun, too. Mark and his Lover had so much fun out there. And seeing how they looked at each other…well, it made me so happy for Mark.

It was a great night, and so far I’ve liked all of Mark’s friends. I’m so, so glad that Good Man ended up applying to his grad school before we ever met. Living here, with a support system of friends and 100,000 things to do in the area is going to be so wonderful!

Line Dancing

At the End of a Song

Mark and his Lover

Roommate Line Dancing

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A few notes about this post: I’m sure as I get to know these guys, I’ll come up with better nicknames for them.

Also, I am being very cautious about showing faces clearly because I haven’t asked everyone for permission to post their photos on my blog. A lot of military guys and government employees were at the bar. I think the chances of anyone knowing them reading my blog and finding out they’re gay is slim, but I would feel terrible if I outed someone unknowingly.