Why I Oughtta

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.