I wonder if I want to get to know this guy and really before I have a chance to decide the matter for myself, he walks up to me and asks me if he can buy me a drink.I wonder if I want to get to know this guy and really before I have a chance to decide the matter for myself, he walks up to me and asks me if he can buy me a drink. I'm not a fool and I'm running short on funds so I acquiesce by letting him buy me a rum and coke(T). He comes back a few minutes later, sets the drink down and then ever-so-politley asks me if he may sit down. I ask myself what it can hurt, and I would have trouble telling a total stranger that just spent four dollars on me to fuck off completely. I owe him so much. He sits down and for about a minute just ignores me. At first I'm dumbfounded. Is this all he wanted, literally just to sit down beside me? How queer. About the time I complete this thought he turns to me and says, "So, what's your name?" "Chris. What's yours?" "Mike, my name's Mike." I just nodded. I didn't really know how to respond to this whole thing. It was something I wanted, but it was something I was afraid of. "So," I said, "Do you come here just for the music or the people?" "The music, I really like the music. Why do you come here?" "Well, when I first started coming, it was to try and meet people, but after a while I kind of gave up on that and now I just concentrate on having a good time." "Do you usually have a good time when you come here?" I replied with a smile and left it at that. One of those smiles I've patented where I purse my lips on one side of my face and the rest of my lips are left to cross to my ears in a straight horizontal line. "How long have you been coming here?" I ask. "Well, I first started coming here about a year and a half ago and at first it was like you said, I started coming here to meet people, but i learned that there were certain nights you came to have fun and there were certain nights you came when you wanted to pick somebody up. |