“Grampa?!”
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We met Jay and Derrick at an upscale restaurant on the beach. One look around and I knew the place was a mecca for men of our persuasion. As a handsome waiter led us to our table, which looked out over the water, Patti Page popped into my head. If I would’ve been in a better mood I would’ve burst out with a rendition of “Old Cape Cod.” Heck, they didn’t call me Show Tune Larry for nothing. But, due to the depression settling on me, I repressed the urge.
Men of every description were all around us. Normally being in a gay establishment where you could relax, be yourself and not feel guarded exhilarated me. Not tonight, though. Tonight I felt old and outdated. I looked around. May-December couples, sugar daddies and their sons, sat at several tables. Was that what we looked like, Andy and I? I rubbed my gold horseshoe nail ring furtively.
“David.”
“What?” I snapped.
Andy looked surprised. “The waiter, your drink order?”