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May 4, 2009
5:27 PM (209 days, 3h, 41min ago)
0415 - I remember...
I remember what it was like when I started going to the bars/clubs in London (Ontario). Everyone was either way younger or way older. And, they were either way too screaming nellie or way too deep in the closet to even suggest they might be gay. Then there were the ones who you had to get within 3 feet of before you could tell if it was a he or she. My luck it was always a she. Anatomically she. And let's not forget the shy wallflower who you'd catch looking at you, but would always look away too quickly to know if he got your signal to come on over. And when you finally realized that he hadn't got your signal and you walked over there, he'd suddenly make a hasty retreat the the toilet. And when you get to the toilet yourself, you'd find he's locked himself in the stall and no matter how long you wait, he doesn't come out so you go back to the bar and order another drink. And, you find yourself not caring a tinker's damn how many times you catch him still staring at you from across the room. Then there's the bartender who, no matter how hard you try, won't admit that he's the same guy you ran into 6 months ago at the club in Cambridge (Ontario). Or the bouncer who looks more like the cop who just gave you a warning two days ago to slow down 'cause next time he's going to ticket you for doing 90 in a 70 zone.
Ya know? Something tells me that going to the bars today probably isn't much different than it was 25 or 30 years ago when I used to go. Am I right?
Ya know? Something tells me that going to the bars today probably isn't much different than it was 25 or 30 years ago when I used to go. Am I right?
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