Tuesday, March 14, 2006

On Friday, March 14, 2003, at approximately 9:00 PM, a visitor to New York -- in town for a conference -- decided that he didn't want to waste his last night just hanging out in his hotel room. So he consulted a gay nightlife guide, determined that the closest gay bar was a few blocks away, and set off for Posh.

At the same time, one of the regulars, who had been drinking for hours as he was wont to do on Monday Tuesday Wednes Friday nights, was starting to wind his evening down. The Regular was preparing to say his good-byes as the Visitor took a seat at the bar and ordered, after which he was immediately descended upon by a group of men who detected fresh meat.

The Visitor spotted the Regular standing half-way down the bar and asked the Fresh-Meat-Detectors if they knew who he was. They did. "Stay away from that one," said one of them. The one who was fat and bald and totally unstylish and probably impotent.

But the Visitor persisted, so the Fresh-Meat-Detectors stopped the Regular as he passed and made introductions. The Regular decided to stay to talk to the Visitor for a few minutes, and ordered a glass of water.

Some time later, after the planet was back on its orbit, the Regular ordered another glass of cheap white wine, at which point the Visitor, seeing the way things were playing out, ordered like seven shots to catch up. Then -- after the Regular fell off his bar stool once or twice -- they went back to the Visitor's hotel room and...

Fade to black.

Three years later they are still together. They remain a work in progress, still weathering the difficulties of a long-distance relationship as they redefine romance for themselves and each other. They have stumbled, and they have fought, and they have loved and cared perhaps too deeply at times. But they are certain they'll be together for the rest of their lives.

The End.