That time I got served

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Oh, gay bars. They’re the perfect safe-haven for straight girls who like to dance and dry hump pretty boys without the threat of date rape.  I loved gay bars back when I could stay up past 11:00.  In my own mind, I was a post-Madonna, pre-Gaga fruit-fly-extraordinaire.  The chorus of friends shouting ‘hey, girl!’ would ring in my ears like a beautiful song as I charged into the dark and loud room.  The thumping techno soothed my mind as the smoke-filled air enlarged my pores.

On a busy dance floor one night, I found out I was nowhere near iconic.  I would never be impersonated by a drag-queen in a Vegas show.  The humbling went down at a fabulous new gay bar in Little Rock. I don’t remember the name of the place now, but I’m sure the subtly gay name was charming.  I jumped right into the mix on the dance floor, hoping to become the princess among the queens.  A handsome African American caught my eye.  He was dancing with a cute boy, but I beckoned him over to join me.  I somehow got the gestures wrong.  My hands said, ‘come over here and dance with me’.  But his eyes saw, ‘bet you can’t top these mediocre moves in front of a crowd of hot boys who will declare you a hero.’

I danced confidently as the cutie watched, not realizing that he was merely sizing up the competition.  I thought he was admiring my shoes or jeans.  I looked really cute that night.  He jumped in and danced beside me as a small crowd gathered. I realized by the cheers and his facial expression that I had just been completely and utterly served. I also finally realized the gravity of that phrase.  All I could do was walk away.  There was no way to salvage the situation. In retrospect, it is cool to say I was once in a dance-off with a gay black man.  Even if the admission is a cautionary tale.  Learn from me (and Larry Craig), my friends.  There is more than one reason to keep your gestures in check.

(Sorry for the LC reference, I tried to fight the urge but found it overpowering.  I’m sure you understand.)

2 thoughts on “That time I got served

    • Thanks for commenting!!! No, it wasn’t Disco. It was somewhere downtown. We’d been out for a while by the time we got there, so I can’t remember the name. But I’ll ask some of my LR gays and find out.

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