After falling ill recently, I have tried to slow myself right down – the operative word being ‘tried’. Life seems to have its own speed and for me it’s a million miles an hour. I have resigned myself to the fact that there are some times in life that will always be full steam.
So I have been making extra time to spend alone, with my pets, chilling; letting the stresses of life melt away. There really is something de-stressing about watching the cat sneak up on the dog, or the dog chase its own tail.
I was doing that last week when I received a call from a friend I’ve known for many years: “How you going, are you better, how about lunch, are we having lunch tomorrow, please come its been ages, right its done see you then, oh you get to meet some new friends”. It seemed to just pour out of her, and by the time I had a chance to say hello, she was gone.
I headed off to Newtown the next day to meet the group. I was told it would be a small gathering: four boy/girl couples, four boys, my friend and myself on the end; exactly what I had dreaded.
We found a fabulous café and one of the biggest tables I have ever seen in my life and the introductions started. I sat and watched for a while and was amazed at how, gay or straight, boys really are just boys. Granted, I was perving at the waiter (who was absolutely to die for), but the straight boys across from my friend seemed to be transfixed on her plunging neck line and ample boobie displayed for all to see. As those at the table ordered more wine, the conversation started to loosen, with a couple of boys making a play for either my friend or girls on the table across from us. All I could think about was how alike these boys are to many gay boys I know. Sure, they were chasing a different type of tail, but they were similarly sex-crazed. The charm was turned up too high, chests were puffed out and all jokes were set to loud and hilarious. They were after one goal and no one was going to get in their way.
By the end of the afternoon, I had to say my goodbyes and the party headed off to a bar to drink some more. I was left wondering, are we programmed a lot more similarly to straight boys than we’s like to admit? Could boys really just be boys, gay or straight? It was too confusing for me – I had to have a lay down. And by the way, did I mention that the gorgeous waiter had a fabulous arse?