Chapter 35

How could I have notnoticed him working the room?

Now that he was busy taking orders, I stared at his every move with my mouth gaped open.

He was…very effeminate. I heard his high-pitched laugh through the music and my face cooled. Disappointed, I turned away to order another beer.

That guy was one of those

I wasn’t into gay men who felt the need to put it in everyone’s faces. That little waiter was the type of guy who always attracted too much attention everywhere he went, playing with fire by flaunting his lifestyle, and then complaining when he was victimized.

No, I thought, guzzling down more of my new beer, not for me. Not for me at all. Like my father said: everyone was allowed to love who they loved, but you didn’t have to brag about it. What happened behind closed doors was nobody else’s business.

So why draw attention to yourself?

Guys like that waiter made everyone uneasy with their mannerisms and girlish voices.