Mar
17th
Mon
17th
The best moment all night
I waited something like 10 minutes outside of the private ladies room in an almost uniformly male gay bar in the Castro. Finally, the door opened and not one, but three guys all file out at once, with mildly sheepish glances toward me. I spoke to a couple of the guys outside the loo later that night, as the bathrooms were still taken and someone was visibily weeping in one of the stalls. As one guy left the ladies’ room, we get introduced and he nods me toward the now empty stall.
“We lowered the seat for you sweetie. Are you going to hover?”
I love this man.
