Who doesn’t have that gay friend/relative who is so much fun to hang out with? I hope you do because let me tell you, I love my gay men.
I have always instantly bonded with gay men. For some reason they love me. I can’t explain why that is but I immediately love them back. The gay men I know are like the bffs you always wanted without the competition. Girlfriends rock too but there is nothing like a gay friend.
When I am in the presence of gay men I can let my guard down and completely relax. I know they are not “checking me out” and don’t have an ulterior motive (like wanting to get in my pants.) At least I think they don’t – although some have been questionable.
Of course, my all-time favorite gay men in the world happen to be my brother in-laws. Mr. B’s brother M, is the most loving and caring soul you will meet. Cultured, hard-working, kind and always willing to step up when needed. I always joke that I married the wrong brother because M is always watching out for me. His husband, G is quite the character. He lights up a room as soon as he enters it. I am in awe of his positivity and happy demeanor. He doesn’t have a shy bone in him and is a Jack of all trades. There is nothing G can’t and won’t do. They have both worked hard at getting our family together and love us all to the moon and back.
M & G are exactly the kind of people you want to hang out with. They are fashion-savvy, love theater, fine dining (and drinking) and will complement you all day long. I always feel fabulous when I am in their presence.
Did I tell you the time they invited all the sister-in-laws (5 of us) to their beautiful home in DC for a weekend? They greeted us all at the airport with a single rose for each one of us (the producers of the show, The Bachelor, obviously copied the idea from them.) As we settled into our bedrooms we saw that there were gift/swag bags (like at the Oscars) for us. Get the hell out, right? Inside were gift cards to spas, restaurants, shops and tickets to a show. The menus for the weekend were printed in nice paper and posted on the fridge for all to see. Can you say completely pampered and spoiled? As a bonus, some of their gay friends came over for dinner one night and I laughed so hard that my cheeks were in severe pain for several days following.
There are other gay men I have bonded with. Like the waiter in a fine restaurant that was the most beautiful man I had ever seen in my life. I asked Mr. B permission to tell this waiter exactly how beautiful he was (in the event he had not realized this fact about himself.) He thanked me for the compliment and we flirted all night. Oh, I forgot to mention that this was a special dinner and anniversary Mr. B and I were celebrating. Oops.
Then, there was the time at a gay bar in Provincetown when my new buddy, Madonna The Transvestite, introduced herself to me and told me how much he/she loved me and wanted to party with me, that is, until she looked down at my feet and saw that I was wearing Crocs. The look of horror in her face said it all. She informed me that we could not be friends after all because she did not “do” Crocs and was clearly appalled. She did have a point.
Dancing to my favorite song, Brick House inside an elevator with a hilarious gay guy I had recently met is also up there as one of my most memorable gay-men experiences.
The new memory to add to my gay-men collection happened a couple of days ago while on vacation with family, including M & G. It was the last night of vacation and there were only four of us left at the house. M & G had made reservations at a fabulous restaurant they had been to before. This was a new quaint farm to table restaurant only serving two seatings. One at 5:30 and one at 8pm. We arrived right at 8:00 and were given complimentary Prosecco as we took our seats.
Every seat was filled including a large table that seated a group of about 14 men. My ears perked up as I listened to them talk. As we ate our seven exquisite courses each paired with the right wines, I had to visit the ladies’ room. Low and behold, can you believe that I had to walk past the table of gay men to use the facilities? On my way back I stopped at the table and commented on their good looks and fun gathering. That was it. It was love at first sight (with all of them) and I instantly became their bff. They greeted me, serenaded me and took selfies with me. Mr. B came to my rescue ( though I didn’t really need rescuing) and he was also given a warm welcome followed by some…catcalling. Oh, they LOVED Mr. B and he was a great sport about it all. By the end of the night, we all were hugging, kissing and taking more pictures together. Another wonderful evening with M & G and the other gay men.
As an aside, I also love gay women and have my share of fun stories with them, but today is all about the men. In particular M & G whom I absolutely adore.
As new laws are passed and walls are torn down along the journey to a more loving and accepting society, what really matters is that we love the person for who they are, regardless of their gender or sexual orientation. I am blessed to have met wonderful people along this journey and am a better person because of it.
Do you have a gay bff?