We’re at our first Bear night at Rocks in months. It was a country theme so I thought “What the Hell!”
I’m standing here, in the loud music, crazy colored lights surrounding me, men all around me in various outfits and stages of undress, sipping my third Corona Light, and all I can think is “This is not where I want to be, and these are not the men or people I want to spending my evening with.”
I think it’s time this old cowboy hang up his boots and spurs and accept reality: I’m no longer a Bear Night, Club Going, Late night, Sassy Gay Dancing fool.
I’m a fireside, dog on the lap, Cosmo sipping, crocheting homebody that wants to spend my time with a select few people and men that complete my life.
So I think this is my swan song to clubbing.
And you know what?
I think I’m trading up!