AJRMAN
Diaper Boy
I just got home from work. It's actually raining tonight, which I love. I went to Ralph's on Burbank Blvd. and Van Nuys. It's 1:45 am, and I was hungry. I stood in line, it's Saturday night. All the Club Kids getting their munchies going. To be young again, and going to clubs. I miss those days.
When I was in my early twenties, I used to go to a gay club (of course, being gay and all) in San Diego called Riches. My friend David and I first ventured in on his twenty first birthday. I had to wait eight months to go, because there was no way I was going to go to a gay club for the first time by myself. The first time I ventured in, it reminded me of the scene in that movie Basic Instinct with Sharon Stone. When she's in that club dancing with the girl and being all sexy. This club was like no other club I went. All shirtless guys dancing and sweating. I felt both evil and euphoric. It was quick for us to become regulars, especially on Thursdays which was aptly named "Hedonism". We used to dance on this tiny platform that encircled the dance floor. Some nights there would be a person in some room above the dance floor that would shine a spotlight on the cute guys. Of course the lights never shined on David and I. We soon learned the rules of the game............take your shirt off. I think that same rule applies today. When the spotlight hit us, of course we pretended to be annoyed by the attention. As if we were thinking, "We just came here to dance, not to be noticed". We would step out of the light, and the guy upstairs would find us, and continue to shine the light.
David always attracted the Hotties, I in turn attracted the "Older" gentlemen. I think it's because I am eternally baby faced. Guys would come up behind me while I was dancing and try to feel me up. I would take their hands off of me, and be disgusted. I truly do miss those days.
Okay, that was a fun trip down memory lane. So, I was in line at Ralph's. I had in my basket, water, People magazine, and the most teeny, tiny, container of Pringles chips. I laughed in my head, how this just screamed "SINGLE". I was behind this guy, and I watched him empty his basket onto the checkout stand. He had, condoms, condoms, condoms, and more condoms. He then took out a cucumber, just one. One banana, and one bottle of wine. That could all be explained if you think as nasty as me. But the last thing he took out was.......Adult Diapers. This guy was maybe my age, if not younger. I started to giggle, but quickly stopped. The checkout cashier made eye contact with me, and suddenly had a big grin on his face. As though he too was keeping down the chuckles. This is Van Nuys not West Hollywood. This guy should keep his pervert shopping to the wee hours of the morning. Not on Saturday night at 1:45am. But he didn't seem to be embarrassed, which is the scary part. At least have the decency to be ashamed.
When it was my turn at the cashier, we both smiled at each other knowing why we were both giggling. I had noticed him before. His name is Javier. I knew this, not because he introduced himself to me, but because it said so on his name tag. He had nice blue eyes and looked mean and nice all at once. I always like a guy who has a rough outside, but a soft inside. I can always tell by the sparkle in their eyes. Really, I can, this is my special gift. He always works the late shift, and this is always the time I go shopping. One time, before I had the treasured "Ralph's card" ( they don't give those out to just anybody, you know?) he let me use his, so I would get the discount. But I never spoke to him, and tonight was no different. We just smiled as he rang my things through the checker. I would try to spark a conversation, but I know he's not gay. And what would be the point in conversing with a straight guy? Looking back on tonight, I'm still wondering.........what the fuck is with the diapers?