Saturday, I went to meet a gentleman at Bearbears in the Castro with whom I had been flirting online. I arrived at the appointed hour and he was nowhere to be found, although he had called from there earlier, so I figured he was feeding coins to his meter. While I was waiting, I went inside and purchased a large white mocha and was cruised by this dark-haired cowboy bear wearing a black stetson. Brazen me, as I walked by him on my way out, I actually said hello and kissed him. OK, it wasn’t on the lips, but it was certainly something I would not normally do out of the blue like that.
Outside again, standing behind 
markosf giving him a tiny little shoulder rub, I spied my original coffee date walking up the sidewalk from the east. I could tell that I wasn’t interested in him from how he walked, and as he got closer, that judgment was confirmed by the hungry look in his eyes. We talked for about 20 minutes to be polite, then he excused himself to go smoke a cigarette. While he did that, I approached the cowboy bear, “Ken,” and chatted him up for a length of time it took the first guy, whom we’ll call “Mark,” to smoke his cigarette. He came up to the cowboy and I, and I introduced them to each other. The three of us had a conversation that rambled and meandered from one topic to another.
Ken mentioned that he was hungry, and I seconded that motion, so I started suggesting restaurants in the neighborhood that someone from Texas might find to be acceptable. The three of us trekked across to Sausage Factory and had supper and more conversation. I wasn’t really sure how to tell Mark that I wasn’t interested in him with Ken sitting there with us, so decided to just enjoy the conversation and not worry about it. That ended up being for the best, as we three had a wonderful time.
We did end up standing out in front of the bank on the corner, trying to decide what to do next, and after hemming and hawing for a bit, Mark must have decided that I wasn’t going to invite him home, so he would go back to the North Bay. Ken and I had been very subtly flirting during dinner, and I wanted to spend more time with him. It must have been subtle if Mark missed it, although perhaps he just wasn’t very observant. I don’t know, but whatever it was, it worked out in the end. I do have to admit that it was very gratifying to have two men vying to be my bed partner for an evening!
Ken and I first went to where he was staying, the home of three notorious ginger bears, and then set out on a lovely walk through the Castro, down to Dolores Park, where we caught the J-Church to Duboce, where we disembarked and walked to UGH.
The rest of the evening was lovely and sweet, as befitted his sweet nature, and I called him a cab for his trip back to the Castro later that evening.
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