The Fall of Babylon

This past Friday was Valentine's Day, and my girlfriend drove up for the weekend, arriving late on Friday night.  Saturday evening, we decided to go dancing with friends at Babylon, the gay club we used to frequent a few years ago.  I hadn't been to Babylon since last spring - and when we got there, we were surprised to find how much the place had changed.  Just a couple years ago, Babylon was filled with shirtless gay boys dancing, almost all white colleges students between the ages of 18 and 22. Saturday night, the population was largely straight, Latino, and in their late 20s.  It was a weird shift - and I think we realized that both we and Babylon have moved on in life. 

Anyway, we were fairly drunk by the time we arrived, got drunker while we were there, danced like we were 18 again, and somehow picked up a rather bull dykeish 18 year old girl who Karla decided we needed to have  a threesome with, so we went back to my place, and I fucked both of them.

So yeah - spontaneous, drunken MFF threesome. I can now check that one off my bucket list.  

Decisions, decisions

Alright, first off, the party was tonight. Saturday, Feb 1.  Not Friday night. I realized that only after I finished the blog post the other day.  Second, I am the only openly gay/bi who's played on my rugby team in the past 5 years.  Now, some of you might think "geez, what are the odds of that?" Low. Very low. Assuming that 3.5% of men are openly gay/bi, and assuming some 70 guys have played on the team in the past five years (and I say both estimates are conservative at best), and assuming being gay/bi is independent from being on the rugby team, based on a binomial distribution, there's only a 30% chance that 1 or none guys on the team are openly gay or bi.

I say this because I'm convinced one of my teammates is gay. Or bi. I say this not out of wishful thinking, but because that boy was all over me at the party. He felt me up, drunkenly, openly, obviously. I've heard rumors that he was in the closet. I've suspected him to be closeted for some time.  I dismissed those rumors and intuitions as wishful thinking. I'm not so sure now.  Do I fish him out of the closet? Is it my responsibility to do so? If I do so, and if he expresses an interest, do I fuck him? I don't know.
I'm mildly drunk, my phone doesn't work (god knows why). I'll figure this out in the morning.