Some time back, I had a lot of time to while away – my wife was out of town for the week on business, and my own work was going to slowly that I was out of the office before 5. Every time, there was too much to think about – my marriage, the chance of disease, the nagging feeling that I wouldn’t really like it. I grabbed my things, locked up and headed for a sports bar up the street. It seemed like the perfect evening until a new guy strolled into the bar and sat down next to me. He was taller then me, probably 6-1, and it was clear from the first glance that he worked out. Ever since I hit puberty, I had harbored a desire to be with a man. It seemed like the perfect evening until a new guy strolled into the bar and sat down next to me.
