Evan
I went to the bar that Dean suggested. It was a little different from the club where I had originally met Jay. This one wasn’t as flashy; it was more low-key.
“Not what you expected to see in a gay bar, right?” Dean asked as he sat down in one of the booths.
“Well, I've only been to the club, so no,” I told him.
“This one is older, and it's more of a social bar than a club, if that makes sense. I thought it would be better to talk here than in the club,” Dean explained.
“Yeah, this does seem like a better atmosphere to talk than shouting over music,” I replied.
“I actually went out a few times with Jay. He is a very nice guy. I had a good time, but we really didn’t have chemistry,” Dean said.
“I didn’t know that,” I responded.
“Yeah, it was when he first met your mom. Jay is m
