Given the rapturous joy I felt being with my ex-TGirlfriend,  I decided to sharpen my social skills and earnestly search for a not-for-profit TGirlfriend.  Tonight I went to AXIS in Boston.  My eyes were drawn to a sensuous negress clad in orange.  Man can this chick cut a rug.  She reminds me of that song, "Long tall Sally, she's built to please, she gots everything this boy could ever need!  Whoa baby!  Yeahha, Whoa baby!".  Nearing the evenings end, I worked up the courage to bust my best move while her attention was focused on me.  I nearly tripped over myself midspin.  No steerike one, two, nor three.  I'm outta there.

For some reason I seem to be a magnet for 20 something year old gay drunkards.  Given my strikeouts with the ladies, I struck up a conversation with one of the cuter ones.  He enjoyed the back massage I gave him and he couldn't keep his paws off my nipples.  With last call rapidly approaching, I'm reminded of the old maritime proverb, "Any port in a storm.".  I think come last call at one time or another we've all been there.  

Go for broke Horizononfire.  

I told him I like skinny boys like him, flexed my bicep, and suggested he imagine me pinning him face down by the neck as I pound his tiny ass.  He takes the bait, rubs my crotch, and asks me where I'm going after the club closes.  I tell him, "Wherever you are taking me."  Then the moodcrush:  He tells me he lives with his parents.

At least I had my brief flicker of hope with the stunning black tranny.  Looks like I'm in for a managa trois tonight:  Me, a bottle of lube, and Shemaleyum.