Proud Mary Keeps On Burning

Proud Mary Keeps On Burning

To Night Was Awesome. Caps well-deserved.

I went to Dio’s pretty early, around 8. I found myself a mark, a young man with unkempt hair, baggy jeans and a flannel shirt. He was cute, and I immediately sent the vibes out to him. He was shy at first, but once I laughed at a few of his jokes, smiles my smile, looked into his eyes and casually touched his forearm, he was sold.

When he came back from the boys’ room, I had already broken down in tears. He asked what was wrong, what he could do, and – almost too obviously I think – I told him how Mitch, my cousin, came in here almost every night. I told him Mitch had killer glaucoma, and had run out of weed. The kid immediately volunteered to go buy some. When he got back I explained that Mitch would never smoke in front of me, but maybe a stranger… Of, and he’s very ashamed of his condition, so don’t mention it.

I hung out in the office and watched through the peephole while Mitch came in, had a few beers, then “casually” ran into the kid in the bathroom. When they came out, they headed outside. When they came back they both looked like they had lost 20 IQ points and I could smell them through the walls.

Just as Mitch was starting to confess his life sins to Dio (again), I waltzed in. I looked good. Cute and hot and innocent. Mitch immediately turned towards me, at first scared I’d confront him and then – when I ignored him, sat down with the kid and started having a gay old time (so to speak) – a look of panic swept over him. Two shots of Jaegermeister and he was stumbling over to me, ranting about how I broke his heart. I was composed and mature and statuesque while he, in front of the whole (very packed by now) bar made a crying fool of himself.

The night ended with me giving the whole bar an innocent “What’s wrong with that guy” shrug as we all laughed at him while Xipe hailed a car for him.

Sometimes, it IS better to have loved and lost – when that loss is avenged.