Yes, you heard me right people!
So getting back to my night with Dude, I found myself wishing I was heading home instead of heading deeper into the throat of the city.
The porn store aside, this night was just not feeling right.
We hit a couple more bars before ending up at a little gay dance club in Alphabet City. I’ve been there a couple times with a few other guys from FIN but the difference was:
A. These guys were gay and not trying to date me.
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B. And…oh yeah, they were GAY and not my date!

Since I felt pretty comfortable there, I didn’t mind extracting myself from my rapidly increasing crazy guy and decided to just have some fun dancing with Bob.
I took a break and Dude wondered up to me and started to hug me. He then gently cradle my face with his hands and started to confess his deep feelings for me. He told me that his friends were against our relationship because I had a kid but he assured me he didn’t care. He made sure to let me know that he was deeply dedicated to making this relationship work…BARF!
Holy shit fuck!
I high tailed it back onto the dance floor. EW!
Bob and I were showing off our best moves when all of the sudden, I saw Dude stumble like a zombie onto the dance floor. (Did I mention he had warned me earlier, that if he started to dance it would be a giant red flag that bad shit was about to happen?)

Oh god…What now?

Ok, seriously?!

He took it out.

Yes siree Bob!

Dude had whipped his dick out of his pants and was slinging it around like his very own personal dance partner. His pants were still up, but just hanging there was his pierced Johnny, just dangling out there for everyone to marvel.
Bob acted fast and quickly grabbed it and jammed it back into dudes pants and tried to lead him off of the dance floor.
Just then I turned around and saw a group of co workers from FIN standing there with their mouths gaping open.
And it just so happens Henry was one of them.
“Hey G! Who was that freak?!” Henry yelled
“That would be my date.” I mumbled into my drink.

Bob came up to me from out of now where, grabbed my arm and yanked me off towards the exit. “We’ve gotta go!” he squeaked. His eyes were wide with fear. I looked over his shoulder and saw Dude trying to undress the doorman and the doorman was not happy about it.

Dude just suddenly ran off down the street. Bob and I screamed for him to come back but he was gone…the reflective strip of his track suit eventually faded away to nothing.

I let out a huge sigh of relief. You would think that would be it for the night….
But unfortunately the night was not yet over.