Another of my awesome high school girlfriend's (emphasis on "friend") was in town last night, and I met up with her and a bunch of her friends at a trendy, little, hipster hole in the wall bar on the West Side. Nice enough place, but it was way too crowded, stiflingly and way too loud. The guitar player in this band kept jumping off stage and getting all up in my grill, so we decided to go to the shitty dump bar across the street.
Dive bars...oh how I love thee. $2 boiler makers and $1 pints of Old Style. Total Chicago shit. The crowd was a mixture of hipsters trying way to hard to look cool, random crusty old timers and low level gang bangers. A nice cross section, if you ask me. Out of all of the people there, I noted 2 hotties. One looked a bit like Justin from the American Queer as Folk, and the other guy looked like a hipster version of Kyan Douglas. Hot. He had a sweet ass too, the type you bounce quarters off of if one was so inclined (I was but I didn't have any change).
Anyways, my friend Liz, her friends and I were busy getting drunk and playing around. Liz put someone's pink scarf around me and we were "dancing" when the Kyan Douglas look-alike approaches...ME! I shit you not he says "hey man, want to join my friend and I (the cute blond Justin look-alike) at our table?" At first I was confused because this was about the furthest thing away from being a gay bar, and he didn't look gay. Not even a little bit...
...but Liz and her friends we all about it. I took a piss and was getting another Jack 'n Coke when Liz says he keeps looking over at me. At this point I was drunk enough to say "fuck it" and I went over to hang with the hotties. "Kyan" was totally drunk but he kept mentioning that he only lives 3 blocks away. I'm thinking, oh HELL YEAH, bring this shit on! It was soon after revealed that the blond "Justin" was his Roomie (3-some!) but that he has a girlfriend (damnit!).
My friends were getting their shit together to leave but they encouraged me to stay...so I did. Sadly, soon afterwards, the 2 hotties decided they were tuckered out and were heading home. I was thinking of offering the guy my number or something, but I didn't. Something about the guy just seemed...off, and my days of picking random guys at bars are behind me. Really. Not that I won't ever do it again, and perhaps I would have if I was 100% sure he was a 'mo, but I really don't think he was.
Fucking random!
Dive bars...oh how I love thee. $2 boiler makers and $1 pints of Old Style. Total Chicago shit. The crowd was a mixture of hipsters trying way to hard to look cool, random crusty old timers and low level gang bangers. A nice cross section, if you ask me. Out of all of the people there, I noted 2 hotties. One looked a bit like Justin from the American Queer as Folk, and the other guy looked like a hipster version of Kyan Douglas. Hot. He had a sweet ass too, the type you bounce quarters off of if one was so inclined (I was but I didn't have any change).
Anyways, my friend Liz, her friends and I were busy getting drunk and playing around. Liz put someone's pink scarf around me and we were "dancing" when the Kyan Douglas look-alike approaches...ME! I shit you not he says "hey man, want to join my friend and I (the cute blond Justin look-alike) at our table?" At first I was confused because this was about the furthest thing away from being a gay bar, and he didn't look gay. Not even a little bit...
...but Liz and her friends we all about it. I took a piss and was getting another Jack 'n Coke when Liz says he keeps looking over at me. At this point I was drunk enough to say "fuck it" and I went over to hang with the hotties. "Kyan" was totally drunk but he kept mentioning that he only lives 3 blocks away. I'm thinking, oh HELL YEAH, bring this shit on! It was soon after revealed that the blond "Justin" was his Roomie (3-some!) but that he has a girlfriend (damnit!).
My friends were getting their shit together to leave but they encouraged me to stay...so I did. Sadly, soon afterwards, the 2 hotties decided they were tuckered out and were heading home. I was thinking of offering the guy my number or something, but I didn't. Something about the guy just seemed...off, and my days of picking random guys at bars are behind me. Really. Not that I won't ever do it again, and perhaps I would have if I was 100% sure he was a 'mo, but I really don't think he was.
Fucking random!
7 comments:
Or the add onto the borg_queen's post:
There were drunk, anyway. THEY should have blown you!
While you were being a big prude (j/k) I brought home some international flavor last night thanks to Swedish hottie!
sounds like some fun, I find it just as hot, the come on, as the acutally getting down to it. ahh yeah. later
youre too funny
ah, yeh, that's a tough call there my friend, but it seems pretty clear that he was interested and hoping you would make the next move, but hey, after being out for 3 years, I'm less and less intrigued by the non-out ones. Out with it already! :) If you want it, you have to ask for it . . .
You should have asked them if they wanted to wear the pink scarf! The first one to say yes goes home with you!
How drunk were they? And you?
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