decidedlyodd

On Saturday night, I did end up going out to Ibiza in Wilmington. It’s quite possibly the only gay dance club in a very large radius, so I didn’t really know what to expect. Upon arrival at around 11pm, it was empty–maybe just a half-dozen people in what is a fairly large space. It had a dance floor, outdoor patio and a bar on the ground floor then some comfy seating, a pool table and another bar on the second floor. All in all, it was a pretty nice space actually. Fortunately, as the night wore on, the place filled up pretty well. The scene at this place was roughly analogous to Neighbors in Seattle–an 18+ place that mainly draws a 18-30 gay clientelle with quite a few straight women along for the ride.

This was not only my first time at a gay bar/club in North Carolina (I never got around to going to any in Raleigh when I lived up in that area) but my first time really going to a bar or club by myself. Honestly, every other time I’ve been to such a place it’s been with friends or I arrived by myself with the prearranged plan of meeting people I already knew. As you can imagine, I felt a little awkward arriving at a place that was pretty empty by myself, but I did what every self-respecting individual in such a situation would do–I started ordering drinks. By the the time I’d had a couple, the place was busy and the dance floor was active.

I danced with this one guy for a while. I didn’t really find him attractive (longish hair doesn’t do it for me), but I figured I had nothing better to work with at that point. Those I found interesting and cute either weren’t on the dance floor, were ignoring me when I tried to dance with them or were clearly dancing in groups where everybody already knew each other. I danced with him for a while and he kept acting stranger and stranger. He’d say something to me, but when I’d ask what he’d said (because it was so loud in there and I have bad hearing), he’d get all moody and give me a “never mind” look. At various points, he seemed to get offended and get a bunch of attitude that I wasn’t dancing with him correctly or something. After only dancing with him briefly, he’d ask me questions like “you’re not going to be jerk tomorrow morning are you?” I mean, WTF dude?!? I’ve just been dancing with you for a couple minutes because there’s nobody else currently on my radar. That doesn’t mean I want to take you back to my hotel. Even if it did, it’s a little pre-emptive of you to start asking questions which quickly reveal that you have some weird issues. After some more of that bullshit, I just walked off and got some more water to drink and basically ignored said guy the rest of the night. He did come back and try to dance with me and this other guy later in the night. I had to give him a glare and kind of push him away.

Fortunately, he was not the only guy I danced with that night. At some point, this one dude comes up to me, hands me flyer for some event or other and informs me that I’m cute. We danced for maybe 10 seconds before he continued on handing out flyers to other people. I could tell right away that he was some kind of A-list gay in this town/club. He seemed to know the bar staff and lots of other patrons there. Later in the night after getting yet another cup of water (it was hot in there even with the A/C), I bumped into him again and I talked with him and his friends. There was definitely some clickage between the two of us and we soon headed to the dance floor. There I did some of the standard gay boy dirty dancing with him and his friends, which was fun. No stupid games, no bullshit, just having a good time. It probably helped that he was 34. There’s something to be said for the amount of drama being inversely proportional to age (in general, not always).

As people who have asked me about it might know, I don’t have one type–but a set of types. This guy was definitely one of my types but one that I don’t find as often for whatever reason. He was about my height (probably a little shorter), blond, not skinny (not fat but with some meat on his bones), a bit hairy and had a cute face. He got bonus points for being into piercings (had his nipples done but used to have 12 others which he took out a while ago) and having a southern accent. I didn’t go home with him for a variety of reasons, but we did have a nice time I’d say. One of his best friends recently moved to Seattle, so perhaps some day I’ll see him again. Or perhaps I’ll find myself back in Wilmington another day.