I was quite the bar fly this past weekend, for which I am paying dearly today.
Saturday night was Minneapolis’s first “Bearracuda” event. It was hosted by the Eagle and had the requisite guest DJ and everything.
I had a jolly good time.
The place was packed! The only time I have seen more guys at the Eagle is for pride events.
And it was packed with beef.
Oh sure, there were some twinks there– including one that hit on me (he was looking for a daddy). But by and large it was an event for the “bear and large”.
I went by myself, as I couldn’t find anyone interested in accompanying me. And that sorta sucked, because it’s hard for me to just jump into a crowd and have fun without any sort of friend backup.
But jump I did (after two beers)– right into the seething mass of humanity on the dance floor. Where I proceeded to get my groove on.
Cb likey to dance, btw. And I haven’t been out dancing in probably 7 years or more. I’m pleased to report that instill “got it”.
I’m a full on dancer when I dance. None of this white man, shuffle back and forth crap. No sir, I get into it- hips, shoulders, arms, ass, pelvis, legs– you name it.
My body quite enjoyed the beats the DJ was throwing down (and he was CUTE!!). So it was fun, even if I was all alone.
Sunday rolled around and found me back at the Eagle for Easter show tunes singalong. This time I was there at the behest of a couple that I know.
It was also a good time, drinking beer and belting out songs. And flirting ridiculously with a boy….
Oh yeah. Did I mention that the guy working the coat check (and bored off his ass) turned out to be the same boy I’d been flirting with heavily on Scruff??
30. Bearded. Inked. Very furry. Very cute. With these eyes that are ever-so-dreamy….
I happened to find myself at the end if the bar within full view of said coat check. Where I traded stolen glances and medium smiles with said attendant.
And then, once I’d had enough liquid courage, I went over and chatted with him. Finally introduced myself properly, rather than electronically. And then basically told him in no uncertain terms that I was smitten.
I believe my exact phrasing was “I want you to fuck me through a mattress. And then flip the mattress and fuck me through it again.”
Or something equally as eloquent.
I think I also may have told him I wanted to wear him like a scrunchie. That part is a bit more hazy.
We talked about music and the showtunes and sex. And he flirted back and was definitely teasing me with his, erm, firmness, in his jeans.
And when I was at the bar with my friends, I would look over and catch him looking at me. We would then lock eyes and basically eyefuck each other.
It was kinda hot and SO not normal for me. Normal would be me studiously avoiding eye contact and pining away anonymously.
I probably scared him away by being a creepy, old, drunk guy, but it was fun to flirt just the same.
Anyhoo– cb imbibed far too much last night, and so today I am hanging hard at work. All I want is my bed, but I have rehearsal tonight so bed is still a long way off.
I’ll keep you posted on coat check cub.