Heaven on week nights is a perfect kind of place. Just enough men to feed the eyes. Just enough flicker of the red lights to make you believe you're the world's best porn star. Just enough space to move your hips, shake your leg and make (often) pointless conversation with absolutely anybody.
I went there with a girl. A sister of a friend who is also now a friend in her own right. She's tall and glam and oozes sex appeal. In fact, all three sisters do. I try harder and harder each time to fight off the envy. Of course, what is one supposed to do when the gay men flock to the straight glam puss and shun the guy? I'd avoid causing any commotion for fear of being attacked with a manbag. Such is the life of those with better looking friends.
Then again, I assume, some people must assume we are a couple. For we are both brown and much of society is narrow minded.
We got there at midnight and were back home at 5.30. And it was fun. Great fun to be able to watch the men as they flew around my friend who flickered like a candle in the centre. These women, I quickly came to realise, are the first that made me believe they could turn a gay man. If they wanted to.
and let's not forget the Asian 'dude' who insisted on performing the waltz with her in the middle of the dance floor. I wouldn't have minded so much if the music they were waltzing to was anything but Cher. Sigh
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