A hellhole in the wall

It was, oh, was it about a year ago, today? Maybe? “Tempus fugits”, as George used to joke. He had a way with words. A bad way, really, he was a punster. But, he was certainly right about tempus fugiting. He’s dead now. A toast to you, old boy.

It must have been about a year ago that I went on that date. It was a long way out of town, and I wasn’t all that eager for the drive, despite the fine man awaiting me. (Not George). He lived in a little old place that hadn’t been getting better since the local industry collapsed. There was about one restaurant in town, so we went there.

The meal was… well, I’ve had better frozen dinners, but the company was terrific. It was kind of a cowboy, cheap American beer place, run down, and they only took cash money, which turned out to be another embarrassment. Had to run to the local ATM. Thank humanity for ATMs. They weren’t always universal, you know… or perhaps you don’t, if you’re young enough.

My date got to enjoy our waiter. Skinny young redhead, not my type, really. I’m not possessive enough to worry about it and, anyway, I was the one going home with my date, that night. That’s sufficient.

We did get to watch a couple of guys playing pool, right next to us. They were incredible. Terrible, even. I’m a lousy pool player, but I’ll bet I could beat the living daylights out of either of them. But oh, they were nice to look at, and it didn’t hurt to watch them bending over the pool table, and hamming it up for their audience.

We went back to his place and chatted, and went to bed and fooled around. I don’t sleep very well in someone else’s bed but, it was so fine to just hold him. A better pillow than a man, they’ll never make.

I suppose I need to start getting out again. It’s been too long. I need me some mans. I’m horny, and I could use a little more brain stimulation, too. There’s nothing as engaging and annoying and exciting as dealing with other people.