I stood at the cusp of the dance floor staring out at the crowd of happy dancers. This was Dan’s spot. If I ever wanted to find him, he would always be in this spot on the edge of the dance floor staring out. I continue his tradition and stare out over the dance floor. Thinking about the day.

I woke up for work…on time. Work was incredible fun. I had the chance to work with Sandy again because Lucy is sick. I love working with people other than Lucy. Although Lucy and I get along now, its still the same old story. She’s all about working and working harder. She doesn’t know how to add fun to her job. Working with Sandy is the opposite. We had so much fun. It reminded me almost of the good old days when every shift was fun beyond belief and we still worked hard.

After work I came home and slept for a few hours, and watched tv. At 8:30pm I showered and shaved and got ready to work again. I was in charge of inventory for the millionth month in a row. The sad thing is that my position dictates that I’m not aloud to do inventory. It must be someone above me. However, its always me that does it and that doesn’t bug me too much.

Dayle, my favorite person ever decided to volunteer her time and help me out. We whipped through inventory and barely noticed that we were working. I was having fun again at work. I even forgot to watch the last few minutes of Survivor to see who got kicked off. (Darnit…I wanted it to be Colby!)

When we used to have two people working at nights, we would always go out for beer after work. Dayle and I did this last night and as always chatted about life, gossip, and how much we hate work. It was a wonderful time filled with a few beers too many. It was just like old times.

There was an incredibly hot guy there at this more than straight bar. He couldn’t keep his eyes off me! I was loving it and trying to hide our eye contact from Dayle. We had a secret interaction going on all night. Then he left…darnit! Why couldn’t he just have the guts to talk to me? Why don’t I have the guts to talk to people.

So, thinking he might be at boyztown, I broke off the evening with Dayle and headed off to the gay bar. What a sight it was. It was filled with leather and drag queens. There were special events going on this week for both groups. What a strange sight it was.

I only found a couple people I know. One of them being “muffin”. Thats what he like people to call him. I’m not sure why, I’ve never asked. He was complaining that his really hot seventeen year old boyfriend never wanted anything but sex (Muffin is thirty)! I gave him a verbal slap upside the head. Its quite normal that a seventeen year old has no interest in anything but sex. In fact, I’m not sure a seventeen year old gay man is even capable of having an emotionaly based relationship. So, if you’re going to insist on dating someone that young…don’t expect too much. I had an insight into men that only date very young men. I know this is a generalization, and not applicable to everyone. Perhaps, though, men look for these men because all they want is sex. Subconsciously, they are afraid of commitment, and know that they won’t have to worry about commintment with these young men. Just a thought though.

I went back upstairs among the leather men and drag queens, not knowing anyone I retired to the cusp of the dance floor and watched the happy extacy dancing. I imagined Dan was next to me and that we were silently overlooking our teritory.

It was just like old times…

I’m happier now though.