"What are they doing here?" I asked my transvestite impersonator friend from the macho dancing gay bar, Home Base*. I was pointing to the couple at the front of the stage.
They were different from the usual gay bar customers I see. They weren't gay men, either in their 20s or 40s, who'd like to see some live man-flesh. They weren't matronas with their alalays who who were scouting for their next boy toys. They weren't even those noisy first-timer women who went to the gay bar just for a fun night out.
It was like a mismatched couple, who seemed out of place in this bar -- a very mature Caucasian foreigner, who looked like the stereotypical overweight D.O.M. (Dirty Old Man), and his young Filipina companion, who looked like the stereotypical skinny bar girl, working for a seedy girlie bar.
For them being in the gay bar, I doubt that the old foreigner wanted to see half-naked guys, with the girl as his mere on-the-side companion, like a translator. How can a guy who was kissing his lady the whole night be interested in seeing another man's body?
If they wanted to watch a strip show, why didn't they just stay in the girlie strip bar? I bet the old guy would've enjoyed ladies stripping for him, than watching muscular guys gyrate on the stage. But they decided to spend that late night in a macho dancing bar that catered to women and gays.
So that means...
"It's for the girl," the tranny impersonator replied. "Pampa-init."
The guy wants to make her in heat?
"So now you know what they're gonna do after," my friend remarked nonchalantly, as if this was nothing new.