My eyes swept the street corners swiftly, as my heart pounded in my chest. The occupants that usually stood lording over the dimly lit street corners were absent from their thrown. My heart sank in my chest. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Usually the streets were filled with the presence of would be intimacy suitors, pacing the streets impatiently as they waited for potential buyers of their professional services. Yet tonight the streets were bare. A part of me felt that I was out of luck. Perhaps the usually inefficient Atlanta Police Department had actually gotten busy and ran off the male prostitutes that normally worked the back streets of the upscale midtown neighborhood. The panic ran through me like a flood of hot water, from an un-tempered enema.
I looked down at my watch. The time was only a quarter to four. The clubs had let our only forty-five minutes ago. Perhaps I had decided to find a date too late? All the drunken horny club goers had speed to the alley’s and scooped up the selection of dirty dick trade and taken them home to have a drunken row, leaving me alone in the darkness with no chance of satisfying my own sexual frustrations. I pondered going to the book star around the corner. Or perhaps trying to find the bathhouse that I had mentioned in passing on those rare occasions when My ears had picked up on the random conversations of other more sexually informed men of the same understanding as mine. But then how bold really was I going to be tonight?
Clearly this act had been a snap decision based completely on my own sexual hunger. Was I really will to venture into more conspicuous acts of sexual degeneration? More insightful, was I actually willing to spend more than the ten dollars that I had in my pockets? Clearly those other ideas would lead me to spend more money than I was prepared to. The better notion would be for me to turn around right now and go home clearly it wasn’t meant to be that I find a date tonight. At least not the kind of date that I had to rent by the hour, or by the act. I could always get on line and see if I could find someone just as eager as myself. I made up my mind to head back to the house, nut I would loop around the block before conceding defeat.
I slide between the shadows of two buildings. My eyes and ears alert. Not simply for the presence of the men that I sough, but for any dangers that might lay in the still of the night; a random attacker, gay basher, or lurking police cruiser that might have some intention on spoiling my evening. The stillness around me was almost piercing to my ears. I would have preferred some noise; the faint sound of moving cars, or even the blaring of sirens in the background, but nothing came to interrupt the solitude of the street. I turned the corner where the now empty parking lot sat parallel to the shadows of the stand alone warehouse style lofts stood in contrast to the vastness of the broken concrete. Still no sign of there ever having been a warm body for some time, not even the stale aroma of urine was present. I hiked up the street about a block filling very unhappy with the cleanliness of my new surroundings, and I longed for the danger of a real live neighborhood degeneration.
I turned another corner and finally in the distance I could see the faint possibility of ___. My spirits was lifted, and my feet plugged forward with a newly found purpose. The obscured figures far ahead of me slunk secretively in and out of the darkness. They’re bodies dancing with the urgency of of elusiveness. My heart danced along with them in my chest as my excitement climbed. It looked like I may get to purchase a gift to the dance after all…
To Be Continued.
