Dinner tonight
At dinner with Lauren and Tressa in a dimly lit, broken-benched pub. We’re mid-conversation and mid-beer (Bass is on special, extra special because the server forgot to charge us for the last round) when two guys sit down at the table next to us.
I check them out without even thinking about it. A totally unconscious reaction.
Then, this conversation between the two of them happens in what feels like two and a half seconds.
“He’s checking those out.”
“It’s okay, he can’t help it.”
“I know. He’s actually better than most gay guys.”
Subsequently, I defend myself by claiming that I was listening to what they were saying even though I wasn’t maintaining eye contact.
This is about 60 percent true.