Bisexual Girls in the Closet

I am at my local pub for what seems like my nightly ritual. There is a bad Monday Night Football game on TV that no one seems interested in. I am forced to keep myself entertained with the constant flow of Guinness into my stomach.

Until these seemingly regular girls who are at this specific bar quite often start drinking their Malibu Bay Breezes. All of a sudden the flirting amongst themselves begins and I’ve caught them openly making out at the bar on another occasion. The men I meet at the bar all of a sudden are trying to see where this is going to go. Nothing makes up for bad sports like two girls making out. We keep cheering them to keep on drinking so that the night can be a good one. Every guy in the bar picturing two girls making out and somehow the illogical idea that they would somehow be part of a threesome.

Wishing. Praying. Hoping. Believing.

I stick it out for a long time and while you could cut the sexual tension between them with a knife nothing had happen when I had to sadly leave the bar after just enough Guinness. The night was just meant to be one big tease and the hopes that somewhere and at sometime the two or three of them got it on that night.

Wishing. Praying. Hoping. Believing.

~ by nycgeek on November 13, 2007.