I told him that I’d pick out the place, somewhere between long Beach and Los Angeles. I never go to South Bay, so I asked around to see if any of my friends had a recommendation. I prefer personal references. The only place people had been to was Sharky’s, a cantina-style bar/restaurant on the boardwalk that requires wrist brands. Fun for 21, eww for 32. So I got on Yelp and typed in “gay friendly.” I skimmed a few reviews and finally settled on a lounge-type bar that was “accepting of everyone” and “had a hipster vibe.”
I arrived first. As I walked up to the entrance I noticed a line of motorcycles parked out front. Three large men stood in a circle smoking cigs. They were wearing leather vests, had ZZ Top-like beards, and tattoos. That’s when the name of the place registered with me: Gassers. It was a biker bar! Of course I’d pick a biker bar called Gassers.
At one point “Tequila” came on the jukebox. I smacked his arm and yelled, “This is exactly like that scene from Pee Wee’s Big Adventure!” He laughed, or smiled, I couldn’t really hear if a sound came out his mouth. The place was cool, but unless you don’t care about conversation, it wasn’t exactly ideal for a first date.