“So, no men, then?” I guessed.
“Well, I didn’t say that, did I?”
I should’ve known better. “Then you did at least have s*x down there?”
“Almost. See, after about a half an hour of supremely bad drag and watered down drinks, I decided that I’d had enough and I left. The bar had been on the edge of some kind of town square, and at night it was mostly dark and somewhat cruisy. Well, when in Rome…”
“Cruise for a Mexican?” I hazarded a guess.
“Exactly. The problem, though, was that it really was awfully dark. I could see people sitting here and there, but I couldn’t make out what they looked like, and I was certain that not all of them had been there looking for what I was looking for. So I decided to play it safe and I took a seat to let the action pass me by. That, as it turned out, was
