On my way back into the theater, I try to muster up the enthusiasm I previously had for the show. No matter how hard I try, as I walk through the lobby, my head is on a swivel looking for Griffin. Maybe he’s one of the doormen and was taking a break on the roof? Maybe he’s into half naked men and he’s here to watch the show? Could he be gay? Oh, no. Maybe I’ve been out of the dating scene for so long my ability to tell a straight man from a gay man has failed me.

After weaving through the tables, I make it back to our table where Jess is waiting with our drinks.

“Geez, I thought you’d ditched me.” She hands me a flute of champagne, but I’m still buzzing from my interaction with Griffin.

The theater lights dim and a loud techno beat starts, drawing our attention to the stage in front of us.

“No, but I met a guy.”

“What? Where?” She glances around the theater, but it’s pointless because the audience is dark now. The only light is the spotlight pointing down on the center of the stage. “This place is filled with estrogen.”

“Welcome to Rainin’ Men. We hope you enjoy tonight’s performance.” The speaker announces overhead.

I take a sip of champagne. I feel antsy. Should I leave the show and go look for Griffin? Is it crazy that I want to?

I’m debating what to do when the curtain lifts to reveal five men onstage, fog billowing around them, their bodies shadowed by the lighting backstage. Their heads are bowed. The music stops for a beat. The audience is quiet, with the exception of a few cat calls in the back, everyone is poised on the edge of their seat, waiting for the action they know is coming.

A second later the music drops back in, the spotlight pops and the men’s heads’ lift. It takes me two seconds to recognize him. There in the middle of the pack, rolling his hips to the music is Griffin.

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