Silver Fox

Self

Picture it: 2011,  Florida - Miami - Club Twist.

So I've walked the club devoured the eye candy that was present and available and have kinda settle into a corner with my second beer and just people watching. My soul-brother-#1, Prince Esquire (I'm not ranking my soul-brothers n degree of importance, it's just that he's the first we met when we were 4,) and his girlfriend, Lady X, have found me and are standing next to me, chatting among themselves.

So this group of guys walk by and I notice that the last man in the group is a bit longer in the tooth then the ones that are ahead of him...and he's holding the hand of the one nearest to him.  It was kinda cute to see that these two seemed to be a happy couple and I let them pass and moved on to the next group of bypassers. Then there was another older patron in the club, and I realized that I had seen quite a few older guys in the club that night.

I kind of chuckle to myself and shake my head and take another sip of my beer.  Prince Esquire noticed and asked me about it.  I tell them how I have noticed a number of older guys in the club that night. and that they hve my permission to shoot me if in my 50's or 60's I even suggest going to the club.  Lady X laughed and said she'll remind me of that after we've all showed our ID to the bouncer and hobble in on our walkers.

I laughed and started to turn back to watch the crowd and take a sip of my beer. Out of the blue someone clinks a glass against my bottle spilling some of the glass contents on my hand.  As I shake the liquid off my hand I turn to see this older man smiling.  Now I'm a little anoid that my hand is wet, but I brushed it off since it was his drink and not mine.  But I found it extremely ironic that no sooner did I talk about not wanting to be an old man in the club, that this "Silver fox" as Prince Esquired as dubbed him had approached me.

He started the conversation off by asking if I was gay...(in my head I'm like "HELLO...I'M IN A GAY CLUB.")  However, I politely confirm my gay membership.) ...which he felt the need to question two more times.  (LOL I know I look all manly and butch and shit, but really, when a man says he's gay you should believe him.) 

Anyway he moved on to asking about my racial background and where I'm from.  When I told him Los Angeles, he proceeded to tell me that he had attended UCLA and had met members of the group Lincoln Park during that time.  He asked if I had heard their latest CD.  When I said I had not, he stated that I was being ignorant for not having done some because he loved the cd and thought it is their best ever.  OK now wait...ignorant?  Yeah I'm intelligent enough to have instantly understand that what he was trying to convey was the idea of being exposed to new things.  However...1 he should have came up with a better way to express it and more importantly 2) he was making the statement without fully determining what was my exposure level.  But I'm a trooper and didn't over react and continued with the conversation.

"As I said it's my favorite. I have the cd at my house, you are welcome to come over and listen to it.  No sex, unless you want me to fuck you."   (REALLY???)

Aside from the fact that in a creepy sort of way he reminded me of my actual father while looking old enough to possibly having a child my age, he hadn't won enough brownie points to seal that deal.

I declined, he hugged me like three times and walked away. 

I finished my beer and we left.

Sincerely,
Pharoah
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