I am not an attractive man.  I have a great mind and sense of humor but that’s where it all ends.  I will never be on the cover of Men’s Health.  Having said that I have been very lucky with dating many attractive and intelligent women…..I have also made some terrible decisions….but I put myself in those situations.

Let me share with you the magical evening I was hit on by another man.  I was at my typical dive bar near my house filled with drug dealers and hookers.  They used to have illegal slot machines in there that paid off in cash.  I got to know the regulars.  I became a regular….again not my best moment.  I got to know this black guy that would work at Red Lobster and then ride his bike to the bar and have a few drinks.  He was openly gay but if ya know me….ya know I only care about good and bad.

One night I sat down at the bar next to my gay black friend.  Conversation seemed normal but then he said something that I was not prepared for.  First of all ya gotta understand my physical make up.  I am 6’3 290 pounds and I usually wear a Harley bandana, sunglasses and a vest without sleeves.  It’s not, by any means, a pretty sight.  My young, black, gay friend stares at the top of the bar and remarks “You have great hands.”  I was stunned.  I thought I was hearing things.  My mind was able to tell my soul that he wanted to stick his fine ebony tool in something of my person.  My brain just short wired.  I looked at him, still caught of guard and only was able to mutter, “Thanks!”

Thanks?????   What the hell was that?  I’m a smart guy that always is on alert to anything and anyone and I just had a man hit on me for the first time in my life and all I could say was “Thanks?”  You say that to someone who holds the door open at the 7-11 on a Saturday morning while customers are lined up to buy lotto tickets and vapes.

I then excused myself and went to the jukebox.  I played Ga Ga’s “Born This Way” and we danced to last call drinking Pina Colodas and planning a weekend trip to a Ricky Martin concert.  Eighty percent of this story is true.  If you knew me in West Palm then it should be easy to figure out.  Thanks for reading my friends.