This so sucks, Joey thought as he glanced around the bar he sat in. All around him gorgeous men paired up and had a good time dancing, talking, even kissing. And here he sat…alone.

            Joey just didn’t understand it. He had come to this bar for nearly a year. In all of that time he had yet to be propositioned, felt up, or even asked to dance. This was a gay bar for pete’s sake…and he was gay and single. He thought he would have been at least felt up or something. Was one little indecent proposition too much to ask?

            But no, nothing. Oh, he had tried. Joey had propositioned a couple of different guys but to no avail. They always said they weren’t interested and moved on to someone else. He couldn’t even get anyone to dance with him. They always replied no and either abruptly sat down or quickly turned to someone else to dance with. It was almost like they were afraid of him.

            Joey took another sip of his drink and sat it on the bar. He glanced at the clothes he wore wondering if that was it? His faded blue jeans had a few rips and faded patches in them but other than that they seemed fine. He had seen guys in here with a lot less.

            His shirt, while being a plain white cotton shirt, looked good on him. He knew it did. It was stretched across his chest just enough to show off the tight muscles he worked so hard to achieve.

            Joey had seen plenty of guys in here wearing exactly what he wore and they got propositioned all the time. So, why not him? What was wrong with him that no one was interested?

            He shook his head and he turned back towards the bar. Joey downed the last of his drink in one swallow. He set the glass back down on the table and reached for some money in his wallet, tossing a few bills down on the bar.

            Waving to the bartender he headed for the front door. There was no sense sticking around tonight, and maybe any other night. He wasn’t going to find anyone interested in him, not here anyway. Maybe he should head over to that new club, Dante’s Dungeon, that had just opened up across town. He might have better luck there.

            “Hey, Joey, where you headed off to? Kind of early for you to be turning in, isn’t it?” Toby, the bouncer asked as Joey walked by.

            “Oh hey, Toby. No, I’m not turning in. I thought I’d go to that new place that just opened up across town.” Joey shrugged his shoulders. “I’m starting to feel like I have cooties or something every time I come in here. No one will give me the time of day. Guess maybe it’s time to head on for greener pastures, you know?”

            “Joey, you might want to reconsider that. Dante’s Dungeon is a pretty rough club, especially if you’re not into that type of lifestyle. You do know it’s a D/s club, right?”

            Joey’s eyes widen briefly. Seriously?

            “Joey, that place isn’t a good place to go. They already have a reputation and they’ve only been open a month. You could get hurt. Why don’t you just come back inside?”

            “No, thanks anyway, Toby. I’m not going to find what I’m looking for back inside this place. I’ve been coming here for nearly a year now and I have yet to be propositioned or even asked to dance. For some reason the people here don’t like me.”

            “Joey, we like you fine. It’s just—”

            Joey shook his head. “Toby, I’m tired of being alone every night. You get to go home to Scott. I go home to an empty apartment. I thought I would find someone here but I’m not. There’s no point in sticking around.”

            “Joey—”

            “You’ve been a real pal, Toby, thanks.”

            Joey could hear Toby sputtering behind him as he walked towards his car. He almost stopped and went back inside of the bar. He liked the people here. They were a friendly bunch, even if none of them were sexually attracted to him.

            He just felt like there was something that the people here didn’t like about him. As long as he remained on friendly terms, everything was great. But the moment anything sexual came into it, they ran for the hills.

            Joey knew he was no sex magnet but he wasn’t a complete goober either. His sandy blond hair was short on the sides, a little longer, and slightly frosted, on the top. He used quite a bit of gel to keep the top spiked just so.

            His beautiful arctic blue eyes were his major selling point. His mother once told him that she could see her soul reflected in his eyes. Of course, she was biased in his favor. She loved him.

            Joey admitted that he wasn’t huge by any standards, only five nine. But he wasn’t a shrimp either. After hours upon hours working out, his muscles were well defined. He was especially proud of his tight rounded ass. His friend and roommate, Danny, swore he could bounce a quarter off of Joey’s ass.

            No, going to this other bar was his best option at this point. Joey was never going to find Mr. Right at Club Refectory, or even Mr. Right Now. Hopefully, his prospects at this new club would be better.

It wasn’t like he wanted to find just a one-night stand. He was hoping to find someone that he could develop a relationship with. But at this point he was so lonely he’d take what he could get.