My Morning Dribble
Spent last night at a gay bar in WeHo with the Gorgeous Blonde and a dear old friend.
Things I’ve learned as a man straight in gay bars:
There are hotter women in gay bars than straight bars and it’s a lot easier to take them home.
Gay men have a straight radar, too and can tell you’re straight before you walk in the door.
If you do it right, you won’t have to pay for a drink.
Gay men think my wife is fierce.
The men are all way better looking than I will ever be.
I have a healthier appreciation for nice abs.
Gay bars are full of human beings just like any other bar.
Mostly, I spent last night soaking up time with an old, good friend. He lives in New York so we see each other less than we’d like. I love that the interwebs keeps us in touch but, nothing replaces a real hug.
All this time I’ve thought I’m one of the good guys because I support ‘gay marriage’ and last night I realized I still had something to learn. Last night I learned that there is no such thing as ‘gay marriage,’ there is only marriage. “I’m not ‘gay married,’ Rudy; I’m just married,” he said to me at one point. I blew it off as semantics but, even then I knew the distinction was huge. I thought about me and my wife and wondered how I would feel having my marriage marginalized as a ‘bi-racial marriage’ and I realized he was right.
I especially loved watching the Gorgeous Blonde light up like she hasn’t in months. At one point she smiled so big I actually got jealous. But I know better. He is a part of her that no one else has. A part of her that she hasn’t been able to enjoy fully over the last several months. We all have people like that in our lives. If we’re lucky, we have a few people like that in our lives.
I loved seeing my wife so fucking happy last night. Yep, it was another man that put that smile on her face. I love him for it.
That’s all for today boys and girls.
I am off to finish editing tonight’s podcast.
Be good. And if you can’t be good, at least be good at it.