he walked on

Still full from a good dinner and feeling flush from the red wine, Littlgirlcop was leaving the oval of one street lamp, walking west towards the light of another. Jenny, his ex wife, had just taken him out for a steak. She talked about her boss: mostly sane when medicated; the guy she's dating: handsome, too styish, hopefully not another confused gay boy. Murphy told her about his trip home, the night with the Joey the DA, and he and Marty's new project. It would've been a perfect evening if they had both gone home together in one car and if she were a man.

They didn't; she wasn't; and he was walking between the bear bar and the leather bar late in the evening wonder what was he really looking for? Conversation? Prince charming? A trick or hug? He walked on feeling confused and sadder wishing he wouldn't always ask himself such questions, between bars, late in the evening.