Last weekend my roommate and I decided to take walk down to our local gay bar for a few dances and a whole lot of drinking. This bar is not your typical gay bar, its is the most Hispanic, latin-loving bar you might ever come across. The music is amazing, the drinks are extremely cheap and the taco lady outside is the cherry on top. Whenever I go to this bar, I set my standards lower than usual and the most action I expect is the security pat down. Simply put, I’m not what the typical men from this bar look for and vice versa. As my roommate and I enter the bar, we arrive just in time to catch their midnight drag queen performance. This night it was Selena – which is a rare occasion and a beautiful omen.
As we danced the night away we recognized a lot of the usual’s- they gay guy who works at the big lots down the street and sends me daily messages on grinder asking me on a date, the young, big guy who dances like Shakira and has the confidence of a bull fighting matador, and the 65 year old grandpas who were late in the game but love to see young men dance. As Whitney Houston’s “I want to dance with somebody” blasted I spotted a young, good looking, blatino (black/latino) guy in the distance. He was tall, handsome and danced with rhythm. I approached him and asked him to dance and he said yes. His name was David and was from downtown. We danced a couple songs, and noticed my roommate made a couple friends of her own. She danced with a group of girls and dropped it low.
4 vodka soda’s later, the night ended and David and I exchanged numbers. We gave each other a kiss goodnight and said we would talk the next day.
I woke up that morning feeling great. No hangover and enough energy to go on a hike across the Hollywood sign. I came back and made myself a good breakfast. I cleaned my apartment and caught up on some tv shows. I waited until about 2 o’clock before contacting David. “Hey Man, how are you?”. I kept it simple and masculine – what everyone in LA was into- but still never got a response.
Later that night I went with my friends to a straight bar in Chinatown called Melody Lounge. It was a hole in the wall bar and my first time there. As we lounged and chatted about work and dating bullshit I notice a familiar face in the distance. Mr. David himself was walking into the lounge. At first I thought I was tripping. How was this him? There was no way that out of all the bars in the Los Angeles he’d walk into this one. As he got closer and closer I realized it was. His slick style, beautiful eyes and nice smile confirmed it. I waved at him but had no response. I thought maybe he wears glasses and didn’t have contacts on.
As the night went on I kept thinking about the dis I just encountered. I acted like it didn’t bother me, but inside I felt like real life version of Josie Grosie! I got up to dance… and to see what David was up to. I went to the restroom. As I washed my hands I saw him standing behind me. This was my shot to approach him.
“Hey David”, I said.
“hey… do I know you?” he responded.
“its me, ___. From Cobra last night”, I said.
“Sorry man, I don’t remember. I was drunk”, he responded.
I smirked and walked away, but not before feeling like the dumbest idiot in all of Los Angeles! This may have been the first time in the history of Ghosting that someone has ghosted someone else IN PERSON! AND OVERNIGHT!
For those of you who aren’t aware of what Ghosting is. Ghosting is cutting someone off completely. You don’t reach out and you pretend like the relationship you had with that person never existed. You avoid phone calls, social media and seeing them in public.
Was he really telling me he didn’t remember. How embarrassing. I quickly ran to my friends and asked if we can head to another bar. We chugged our drinks in that moment faster than when we see our brunch waiter coming back to refill our mimosas.
As the night went on so did the drinks. The alcohol gave me the courage to text David again and tell him what big of a fuckboy he was. As I was getting ready to send my message, I got a message from him.
“Sorry about that, I didn’t realize it was you. Whats your IG?”
Sorry my ass. I did not respond. Left it blank and moved forward. I later laughed at the situation and thought, “This could only happen to me”.
On to the next.