last night i ended up in a white gay bar.
i didn’t plan it.
it kinda sorta just happened….
yesterday was a busy day for me.
i went on a job interview,
ran a few errands,
and met up with my hybrid friend i haven’t seen in a while for dinner.
he asked me if i wanted to go out to catch up.
how could i resist?
we ended up walking around when this wolf walked by and caught my eye.
he was tall,
thighs were big,
gear was right,
and looked like a baller wolf.
we locked eyes and everything just floated by.
like one of those scenes in a movie where people move in slow motion and a love song comes on.
he eye fucked me like he should have…
that was our cue to follow him into the building he was going into.
i felt like being bad.
i usually like doing spontaneous things.
when we get inside,
it was indeed a white gay bar.
everyone was older than us.
they were also looking at us like we were a new course on the menu.
we sat down at the bar and some people started maneuvering towards us.
i saw out of shape, wedding rings, and bald spots.
i was completely over it,
but my wolf who eye fucked me senseless on the street was in here somewhere.
this older gentleman in a black trench coat walks up behind me.
his dark gray hair was slicked back and he had a ton of lines in his face.
my friend was already talking to some older guy in glasses who looked like he did accounting.
“hi! how are you?”
i am not one to be rude.
i have a habit of talking to strangers.
“i am well. haven’t seen you in here before.”
it will probably be his last too.
“just passing through.”
so we decide to start talking.
i had to try to entertain myself at least.
“what do you do?”
he looks at me and smiles.
i saw that look before in scary movies.
“i’m a vampire.”
“no no… i don’t suck blood, but i do sleep in the day and come out to feast at night.”
there it is.
he begins to tell me his origin and how he came about becoming a vampire.
he tells me he is a huge fan of vampire movies and the way they go about life is so free.
i wanted to ask him where does he work and still be a vampire,
but at this point,
i didn’t want him to talk anymore.
the closer he got to me,
the more i was nudging my friend under the table to go.
he apparently got the better white man because they exchanged numbers.
we left shortly after.
i still don’t know what happened to the wolf i was looking at.
maybe the vampire sucked his blood and he was dead in a stall?
when i got home,
i thought about mr vampire man.
we are all a little weird in our own way.
him being 95% of weird on the scale,
but was he a nice person underneath it all?
maybe his vampire act,
was his way of separating himself from all the other men in the room?
he could be the “nicki minaj of the white gay bar” scene.
he could have been a fuckin’ serial killer too.
all i know is i hope i find that fine ass baller looking wolf again…
and a cross for the vampire.