Sometimes it feels as though I’m one of
the horny guys from ‘Night at the Roxbury’. As if the whole of my existence or
at least the goal of the night is to have a throw with someone. Anyone. It
makes me wonder, though. Do the boys make the night or do I? Is the success of
the night contingent on this attention from men? At 2am I called two boys about
after hours and was let down. But the mornings with these boys are imminent and
this is when self-reflection prevails. So perhaps it is best my night at the
Roxbury was unfulfilling.