On my way into a meeting Friday night my best friend called.

“Want to go to a gay bar?” She asks.

My straight, married, SOBER, best friend. But, sure why not, lets go check out the local guys.

This nights events were much better than my last experience at The Garage where the men were the cause of sore eyes. However, besides the fact that they were young and hairless at this bar(except for a few scary looking guys) I ended up smelling of smoke.

The smoke from the bar clung to everything, it was nasty. The smell was on my hands, on my jacket, everywhere… the cats even retracted in disgust when I arrived home.

The next day my jacket still reeked of smoke… nasty, nasty habit…. glad I’m rid of it.