We've all been here before...
You walk into your favorite bar and notice a new bartender. He’s a
handsome fella with dark hair, kind eyes and a bright smile. You sit down, he
greets you, lays a napkin on the bar and asks what you’re having.
You order a vodka cranberry. He mixes the cocktail, drops a lime
in, and places it on the napkin. It’s happy hour, so it only costs you five
dollars. You give him six, he thanks you for the tip, and you strike up a
conversation.
He may or may not be flirting, but he certainly knows how to use
those kind eyes and that bright smile. You’re single and always open to making
new friends, meeting the next great love of your life or securing a hot piece
of tail, so you start engaging with said bartender.
Then he mentions his girlfriend. You feel confused, stupid, angry—
but not too angry because, though apparently straight, he’s still cute.
But wait. You’re in a gay bar. Why would a straight guy want to
work in a gay bar?