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I am retired now and have lived on my own for many years. I have some good friends, but would often go to a pub for a few drinks after work in the hope of finding someone to chat to rather than head directly home to an empty flat.
At such times, I would usually avoid gay bars so guys would not assume I was trying to chat them up, and a predominantly straight but gay-friendly bar I knew was always a favourite option. Sometimes, I might well find myself attracted to someone after chatting for a while. Then of course, I would have to try and work out if he was gay and whether he might even be similarly attracted to me. Invariably, I’d just enjoy the company and leave it at that rather than risk making a fool of myself. Yet, every now and then I’d consider the risk worth taking …and take it.
‘Win some, lose some.’ ‘Nothing ventured, nothing gained.’ All the old clichés conspired (with several pints of ale) to persuade me…
YOU-ME-US, A SAFEKEEPING
We had only just met
in a crowded, gay-friendly bar
(I liked him a lot)
He had views, opinions,
a very open-minded sort of guy
(how time did fly!)
Bar closing, time to part,
and he invited me to his place
(to share his space?)
I could not even be sure
He liked me much the same way
(was he even gay?)
He was so dressed to kill,
and I was in old jeans and a tee
(did he really like me?)
Bar closing, time to choose
if going back with a total stranger
would put me in danger
He seemed a genuine person,
and the evening had gone so well
(I so fancied him like hell)
I’d take my chances and agreed,
enjoying the ride in his so-cool car
(still no hint of…whatever)
Later, we chatted over a coffee,
and I managed to turn conversation
Into homo erotic speculation
He laughed. I thought I should go,
got to my feet, resigned to losing out
(but, oh, so glad we had met
I thanked him for a nice evening,
and expected we’d just shake hands
but found myself in his arms
We kissed and it was all so natural,
just like our getting together had been
(my idea of seventh heaven)
One night stands may come and go;
love, its beautiful dream left sleeping
till waking in our safekeeping
Copyright R. N. Taber 2015; 2017
I am retired now and have lived on my own for many years. I have some good friends, but would often go to a pub for a few drinks after work in the hope of finding someone to chat to rather than head directly home to an empty flat.
At such times, I would usually avoid gay bars so guys would not assume I was trying to chat them up, and a predominantly straight but gay-friendly bar I knew was always a favourite option. Sometimes, I might well find myself attracted to someone after chatting for a while. Then of course, I would have to try and work out if he was gay and whether he might even be similarly attracted to me. Invariably, I’d just enjoy the company and leave it at that rather than risk making a fool of myself. Yet, every now and then I’d consider the risk worth taking …and take it.
‘Win some, lose some.’ ‘Nothing ventured, nothing gained.’ All the old clichés conspired (with several pints of ale) to persuade me…
YOU-ME-US, A SAFEKEEPING
We had only just met
in a crowded, gay-friendly bar
(I liked him a lot)
He had views, opinions,
a very open-minded sort of guy
(how time did fly!)
Bar closing, time to part,
and he invited me to his place
(to share his space?)
I could not even be sure
He liked me much the same way
(was he even gay?)
He was so dressed to kill,
and I was in old jeans and a tee
(did he really like me?)
Bar closing, time to choose
if going back with a total stranger
would put me in danger
He seemed a genuine person,
and the evening had gone so well
(I so fancied him like hell)
I’d take my chances and agreed,
enjoying the ride in his so-cool car
(still no hint of…whatever)
Later, we chatted over a coffee,
and I managed to turn conversation
Into homo erotic speculation
He laughed. I thought I should go,
got to my feet, resigned to losing out
(but, oh, so glad we had met
I thanked him for a nice evening,
and expected we’d just shake hands
but found myself in his arms
We kissed and it was all so natural,
just like our getting together had been
(my idea of seventh heaven)
One night stands may come and go;
love, its beautiful dream left sleeping
till waking in our safekeeping
Copyright R. N. Taber 2015; 2017
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