A One Time Thing, Way Out Of Line

After a hard week and depositions, I was exhausted mentally. I was in the hotel bar nursing a drink and a man sat beside me. He struck up a conversation, I was barely listening. I heard him ask me if I wanted to go somewhere else. He knew where he wanted to go and we went to a gay bar, and then to a gay strip joint. I was buzzed with several drinks and woke up with him, and two of the strippers.

I am not now, or then, into gay men. It was a one time thing, in another city. I remember everything, what I participated in, the young men that joined us for the party. I've tried to be embarrassed, to regret it, but it's something in my memory, something I never thought I would do.