As I'm surrounded by men in the Big Cup. It's quite fun the beginning
of spring, I like to call it cute boy season. Spring has sprung with a vengeance.
This little pink and bright orange coffee shop with its bay doors flung open
always attracts an eclectic variety. Mostly men wearing different degrees of
attitude. Every once in while I can have
a nice conversation but mostly I come here to people watch and write.
I can't help notice the eyes that follow each man as they enter the shop and walk about. Also the numerous people reading HX and NEXT. People - it does not take 45 minutes to read a gay rag. They seem quite focused on the articles, as they look up every two seconds.
I sometimes see wandering Midwestern tourists looking in to
ponder why this brightly painted, effervescent cafe is full of men, only men in
tight shirts. I think they chalk it up to a NYC experience.
Inside one must master the smiling, eye catching and strategic sitting. I've never been good at this game, so I don't really get asked out. Yet the successful ones, well versed in gay non-communication, are can be quite successful.
Such beginnings spring.