the weather had been beautiful when we first started out. but now it was pouring rain as we sat at one of the outside tables on canal street, holding our beers under the table to prevent them from being watered down. no umbrellas.
i thought about the first time we met and how i was on the floor laughing as he told me of a regular customer of his...an old man who swore that not only had he been in the french foreign legion, but he knew 80 ways to kill a man using only his thumbs.
now, five years later we are sitting in the rain, shooting the shit. he says "i will never be a person that can put on a suit and take a 9 to 5 job, lisa. i just can't do it. i don't have it in me."
i said "maybe you should consider becoming a flight attendant."
"well, from everything you say, it has it's benefits. but i don't think i'm gay enough."
"oh. yeah. i hadn't really taken that into consideration..."
"i'm so far back in the closet i am practically in Narnia."
i laughed a little. at what he said. then i looked around at where we were. canal street. manchester. uk. at a table outside. i looked at the windows of the bar we were at. the bar that he chose. and i see the name of the venue painted in huge letters across the front: Q U E E R
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Hahahahahaha! Everything about this is awesome.
Just like you!
It pretty much made my day when I spontaneously remembered you have a blog.
Write more? Also, do you have gmail? If so, gimme, so we can gchat...safer than the FB.
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