It was late, the close went badly. I left the office and decided to stop by a bar for a night cap, the pizza was still on breath. I sat at the bar, watching the television, minding my own business. A man sat beside me.

He talked, and eventually I responded. He was divorced, and I am divorced. He suggested we move to a table, the bar was uncomfortable. He suggested, and I followed. We were at this small bar, only men there. He told me it was a safe place, where men can meet other men.

He knew of this small hotel, a walk up, pay by the hour, and we went there and had s**. Usually when this happens I’m the passive partner, but that night I felt emboldened. He submitted quickly, I’m oral, and I want oral s**, and I find kissing and fondling rewarding, before the act itself. This time I was the actor, he was the actee.

He left on his way, and I left on my way. Back to my little apartment, pictures of my children and grandchildren. Another lonely night, another one night stand, another Russian Roulette moment.