You didn’t have high expectations for the date. Maybe you’d dance with him and get drunk and end up back at his place for sex. He was cute. That was all that mattered. You didn’t want to get married or anything. You just wanted to get wild and have some fun.
Of course, before the date, the massive shift happened. Something altered the brains of every gay man in town to make them traditional. By the time Saturday night rolled around, the idea of dancing at a club offended you.
Luckily, the gay bars had all converted as well. In their place stood gentleman’s clubs. Nice quiet places where a man could play chess, read the newspaper, and smoke his pipe. Naturally, the two of you ended up there, both dressed traditionally, for a night of chess.
It actually went really well! He was charming, traditional, and his knowledge of polka music rivaled your own. You were so smitten that the two of you briefly touched shoes together!
You made plans to have a second date: church together on Sunday! If things went well, you may even give him a peck on the cheek. You were looking forward to seeing him again. He was exactly the kind of old fashioned man you could see yourself building a traditional life with.
