Guys Night Out

Finally, a proper guys night out.

With Adam now fully recovered from the flu and Bailey having pushed through the last bit of work at his job, both had the time to socialize with me. I'm aware of how needy that sounds, but I really was disappointed that our last attempt to get together was thwarted by life's unfortunate events.

The restaurant wasn't too crowded, at least not at first. Soon, however, diners began to arrive, and the noise level rose to the point where we could talk about whatever we wanted.

"Did you get a facial?" Adam asked.

"Excuse me?"

"A facial," he repeated. "You know, spa treatment?"

I laughed. "Sorry -- I guess I've been in the business too long. When you said 'facial' I thought you meant something else."

Bailey groaned. "I'm surrounded by perverts."

"You try doing what Julian and I do for a living without developing a dirty mind," Adam said. "I'm just asking because his skin looks so smooth..."

Adam reached out and mockingly stroked my cheek. I slapped it away, then took a sip of beer. It wasn't that I objected to him touching me. But seeing how he'd just enjoyed a round of buffalo wings and still had greasy BBQ sauce on his fingers, I wasn't eager to have him touch me at that specific moment.

"So, excited about the big move coming up?" Bailey asked.

"I guess you could say that," I answered. "Excited, nervous, wondering if I'm doing the right thing. All of the above."

"You know," Adam said, which is how he begins one of his long-winded lectures. "I think the only reason you're taking that job up  north is because it was something you couldn't get."

"Come again?" I said. "I think you had one too many, my friend."

"Please, I'm not drunk. What I mean is, you're used to getting everything you want. Money, women -- the works. The only thing you couldn't get was a full-time position in [my field of study from university] and that irritated you."

Adam leaned back, pleased with his impromptu psychoanalysis. Me, on the other hand, I was less than convinced. I downed the rest of my beer and planned my rebuttal, though Bailey actually beat me to the punch.

"Really, Adam?" he said. "That's it? He's taking a pay cut and leaving Miami over something that trivial?"

"Absolutely," Adam said. "Come on, can't you see it? And don't give me that bullshit that you're done escorting. Once a sex worker, always a sex worker."

"Thanks," I said. "Maybe you're just mad that Matthew is taking all my clients and you're not."

"Vagina isn't for me," Adam said.

"For the right price it is," I reminded him.

"Point well taken."

Again, Bailey shook his head and laughed. Surrounded by perverts, he repeated. Still, he wouldn't have it either way, really. And considering the fact that he had quite a few questions about fisting, I'd say there's a bit of perversion inside of him, too.

We parted ways later in the night. The weather is heating up here in Miami, though from the weather reports it's still blissfully cool up in New York City. I'll experience it for myself soon enough. Until then, stay tuned.