Meeting J

As I moved in place behind IW I noticed the time for the first time since the scene had started.

We had been at for over an hour and I was now late for my meeting with J.

"We're done IW!"

"Oh Mother Mary and all the saints...thank God!"

I released her from the bondage (thank goodness for roller buckles) and moved quickly to dress.

IW moved slowly.

"You ok?"

"Indeed-oh my God that was wonderful. You know that was my first experience?"

"Yes, I kinda discerned that" not interested in prolonged conversation and terribly late now.

Back in the parking garage, I held the door for her as she settled back into the Benz. IW navigated back to her place. I promised her that while this may have been her first R/t, she did remarkably well and it would not be the last time.

I headed back down town but quickly realized I was uncertain of where I was heading. I knew that the east and west streets in Boston went in alphabetical order but the gay bar I was supposed to meet J at were not one of those streets but was somewhere in the Back Bay.

I made a number of miss turns and became hopelessly late. I finally parked in the private and expensive lot across from the bar and workout center. Giving the keys and the twenty to the attendant, I was suddenly breathless from the painfully cold temperatures and moist air in the Back Bay. I was also a bit hesitant since this was to be my first entrance into a gay bar.

The doorman stopped me. He was a big man, rolls of fat, dressed in a bright orange dress shirt and lime colored cords. His head was shaved. He wanted another twenty as a cover charge. I explained I was only looking to meet someone and that I was very late. Could I just look? He was adamant-no cover-no entry!

I opened my topcoat to get my wallet and he gushed: "Oh baby I love your tie!" I looked down and realized I had on my French blue Versace with the orange umbrellas.

"Tell you what. Let me in and if the woman I'm looking for is not here, the tie is yours. If she is, and I'm more than ten minutes I will pay the cover."

"That's not much of a deal, sweetie."

"Seems a win win to me. This is a Versace. If she's not here, the tie is yours. If she is and I'm more than ten minutes, you still get the cover."

"Honey this is a gay bar. The only woman inside are dykes and lipstick lesbians. You are straighter than rails on a track in Arizona. The woman in there will throw you out faster than a sneeze."

"See-a win win!"

"You got the twenty?"

"Yes"

"Go for it!"

I pushed past him. The bar was dark-most of the light was coming up from the glass floor and the illuminated work out gym below. The men exercising were buff-nude and I was suddenly hit with pangs of jealousy for their muscular bodies compared to mine and more than some small amount of insecurity over my out of shape torso. I felt like I was nine years and waiting to be choosen for a pick up game-knowing full well i would be one of the last kids picked.

The music was deafening-I could feel the bass in my chest and noticed the video of naked women singing and dancing on the TV over the bar.

I wandered and felt the eyes of all the men and women in the place evaluating and ultimately rejecting me.

I finally found J at a long table in a back room. She was sitting next to a short woman with dark ringlets and a black leather bikers jacket.