Saturday, May 5, 2012

A Night Out with my Wing Girls- A Night to Remember

A few nights ago, I went out with my friends Jessica and Emily. The original plan for the evening was that Emily was going to introduce me to a guy that she thought I might hit it off with. However, in between the time that the plan was made and the day we were supposed to all meet up, this guy found himself a boyfriend. So me and my friends decided we should still go out and have a good time. They had never seen a drag show before, so we went to the Tuesday night show at Evita Bar in Tel Aviv. They also said they were determined to find me a guy.

I am a little nervous about writing about what happened that night. Not because I am embarrassed about anything that happened - not at all. I am just worried that the events of that night cannot be fully appreciated by people that were not there. But I will push my writing skills to the limit and I will try and tell the story over as best as possible. 

We started the night out at a nice restaurant were we had dinner and some cocktails. We later went to Emily's apartment were we drank some vodka. The show was suppose to start at 11pm, so we made it to the bar by 10:15 so that we be would able to stand as close as possible to the stage. While we waited for the show to start, we had more cocktails and shots. 

The drag show was great as always. The main performers were Talula Bonet and Diva D, who are part of the Gevald line that I wrote about in an earlier post. They also had some young guest drag queens that performed wonderfully as well - Karma Sutra and Glory Holy-Wood. During the show my friends had a few more shots.

By the intermission we were all quite drunk. Jess and Emily went hunting for guys to introduce me to. We all started talking with this guy who seemed very nice. But midway through the conversation, some other guy joined our conversation and hit it off with the one we were talking to. I told the girls, "thanks for trying, but you are wasting your efforts". They insisted they would find me someone. We went back in for the second half and had more drinks.

After the show, (around 1am) the place started to empty out. Normally I would go home at this point, but Emily wanted to stay and dance on the stage. All in all, we had a good time dancing, and I even learned a bit how to dance from the girls. Around 230am, we went to sit outside to get some air. That is when he showed up. He was a bit shorter than me, about 5'11'', with medium length blonde hair sticking out from under a beanie, big blue eyes, full lips and an amazing body. He was wearing a wife beater that allowed any on lookers to get a glimpse of a few well placed tattoos on his back and chest. He was walking his dog and asked the guard if he could tie his dog up outside and than he went in. 

My friends followed him in and talked to him for a few minutes, after which they signaled for me to come join them. They bought a round of shots for everyone left in the bar (about 8 people). I stood next to the sexy blonde guy (who we will call B). He put his arm around me and started to talk to me. He was very sweet and very friendly. He pulled me out to dance and we danced for a few minutes. After that he danced with my friends for a bit.

He than came back to me and we talked a bit. He kept telling me how Jess and Emily said so many great things about me and how lucky I am to have such great friends. As we talked he held my hand and played with my fingers. He seemed very interested in me. At some point we went back to the dance floor. He pulled off his shirt and started dancing with me very intensely. He had the softest, smooth skin. I kept noticing his perfect smile and the nice smell of shampoo from his hair. We danced until they turned off the music and told us that the place was closed. 

The girls wanted to go to a near by 24 hour breakfast place (because they were drunk off their asses and needed to eat something). They told B he should join us, but he said he couldn't. Just then some friends of his showed up and he said he had a boyfriend and had to go. He started to walk away than suddenly turned, ran back over to me, gave a quick kiss on the lips and than turned and left. 

Needles to say I was quite frustrated. At this point Jessica and Emily were so drunk that they could barley walk. They sat down on the sidewalk and joked around for about 45 minutes before we finally made it across the street to the breakfast place. The girls ate their food and spilled syrup and water all over each other while I kept thinking how it is possible that I finally met a guy that seemed like he was interested in me and yet am still alone. 

At about 5am the girls finished their breakfast and we started to walk towards Emily's house to drop her off. Along the way I started to tell the girls how I was very frustrated about how things had gone with B. I was holding an empty diet coke bottle which I threw down on the ground in frustration. I looked down to see it shatter, but when I looked up I was shocked. Their was B and his dog asleep on a street bench looking very cold and uncomfortable. 

We were not sure what to do. I went over to him and woke him up. We asked him if he needed anything and told him that he could come sleep at any of our apartments if he needed. He insisted that he was very close to home. He thanked us and than ran off with his dog. 

We were stunned. Here was this really sweet guy that we just got to know and now it would appear that he was in some kind of trouble. At first we thought he must be homeless, but than we realized that could not be the case. His clothes, as well as his body and his dog were all very clean. But than Jessica said she noticed some kind of mark on his arm that made her think he might be using heroin or something of the sorts. A few minutes before I was feeling very low, but after seeing B sleeping on a street bench, all those feelings vanished. All I wanted to do was help him.

But I do not know where he is and I have not seen him since. I have been back on that street a few times since that night and I keep looking and hoping to see him again. I want to make sure he is OK and see if there is anything I can do for him. I want to talk to him and find out what is his story. I want to hold him and to kiss him and listen to what he has to say. I want to be able to tell him that things will be OK. But I probably will never see him again.

It never ceases to amaze me how quickly someone can find a place for themselves in my memory. I won't forget how much fun I had dancing with him. I also will not forget the feelings of shock and helplessness I felt when we first saw him asleep on that bench. Where ever you are B, I really hope you are OK. Hugs and kisses from Ami. 


  1. JP: Check your sources, at least for once:

    "Paul Cameron, a former University of Nebraska assistant professor who now heads a group called the Family Research Institute, claims that gay men have an average life expectancy of 43 years.1 He and his co-authors calculated that figure by checking urban gay newspapers for obituaries and news stories about deaths. But as Walter Olson pointed out in Slate last December, this method produces an unrepresentative sample that includes only those who die; gay men of the same generation who live longer aren't in the sample at all! The sample also is biased toward urban gays who have AIDS and have come out of the closet."


  2. The new Western dogma is that the freedom to practice religion is a human right and religious people are a heroic minority who have been unjustly persecuted by atheist fanatics for decades.

    The fact that people can still believe such nonsense after 40 years of religious violence is an excellent example of the denial theists live in.

    Religion is no more a human right than shooting heroin, it's about as healthy apparently, and theists are no more a racial minority than junkies.

    1. I could not have said it better myself Reb Ish
      Thanks for reading and commenting :)

  3. Well said Reb Ish.
    A religious person speaking of others that are in denial? really? why are you here JP? you aren't going to convince anyone that gay=wrong nor will you convince anyone that gay=immoral. Because the only place it states so is in your 2000 year old book of magic & fairy tales. Think about it, NONE of those stories can be corroborated through science or archaeology. Who is truly in denial?