It all started a few days ago. I've been thinking of coming back to the gay club since I am feeling so much better. I thought it was a great chance to meet new people and maybe a woman, why not. I thought I was ready.
So I went shopping and bought nice clothes and made some phone calls for the night to be perfect. My brother invited me dinner so before meeting my friends I spent a great time with him and Jess.
It was cold last night and I was a little lazy but I could catch a taxi and got right on time to meet my friends. They were late. I got frozen waiting them for half an hour. But it was ok, you know, the night was young as they say and the best was still to come.
We went to Willie Dixon Blues Club and it was amazing, the band was excellent and the beer was best. I was having fun and dancing and enjoying the music when everybody decided the gay club to be our next stop. I was excited anyways.
It was good after a year and a half..but no good enough. I started feeling a little out of place. Bored is an accurate word. My friends were all with their gfs. By that time I was drunk, of course, but still sober to have a nice conversation..the problem was it seemed nobody wanted to have a good conversation.
A guy approached me and asked: are you gay?. I said: well, this is a gay club, isn't it? who is in the wrong place?. And he said: you are too pretty for this place.
I was pissed off and moody so I started walking looking for a friendly face.
All I could see was guys kissing and a cool dyke that said something about my ass. I spent all my money on drinks. I was too dizzy and I said to myself "enough, I'm going".
I took my jacket and went outside. It was a miracle I could get a taxi, I thought "at least you are lucky at something Ju".
The taxi driver wanted to chat and all I wanted was silence. My head was
about to burst.
I got home and quickly went to bed. I looked at my watch. It was 5:05 am.
I closed my eyes and I still could hear that guy "you are too pretty for this place". I felt anger.
Maybe next time will be better. Maybe I will never find love in a club.
Maybe I don't fit anywhere. Maybe I miss you too much.
I felt I was getting sleepy. And I cried.
Sunday 2 pm
