The First Gay Guy I Kissed Had Blond Spiky Hair

From the Audio Vault of Summer 2008

It was springtime. I had only lived in NYC for two-and-a-half months. I was three month's out of the closet and still hadn't kissed a guy. That was all about to change one day after work. My coworker decided to be the best wing woman ever and take me to my very first New York gay bar. 

It was called View Bar, pretty much on the corner of 22nd Street and Eighth Avenue. I'm pretty sure it had just opened up. We weren't there very long until a cute blond guy with spiky hair caught my attention at the end of the bar. 

My friend, Marghiee, had a front-row seat for my very first kiss. My recollection is quite different, but she says I was a sloppy kisser. Whatever, I had my first kiss and it remains a cherished memory.

Since then, my dear friend Marghiee passed away from cancer. A tear fell onto my hand as I typed these last few words.

I love you Marghiee. I hope you're enjoying a glass of cranberry juice on ice. I'll always remember dancing with you in Alphabet City on chilly Friday nights.