Straight Guy Loses Bet At Gay Bar

It was a Friday night, early and nice out; just nice enough for a trip down South Street by’ myself. I loved coming down here in general but it was almost’ always so much better when I was alone. Sometimes, I would walk around for a bit, and then take a trip down to the river and sit there for a while.
Instead, tonight I was thinking of stopping in a bar to have a few drinks before getting on the Frankford-Market line to make my way home.
I stopped in a few places; most of them were’ packed though. After three different bars all of which were so full of people I couldn’t’ find a seat, I made my way down towards 15th street and wandered into a place called Petes.
By this point, I just wanted a seat and a drink, so I ignored the crowd and made my way to the bar. I sat down and a female bartender approached me with a nice smile on her face. “How can I help you?”
“I’ll take a Coors Light please,”
“No problem,”
She returned a few moments later and handed me the beer. I paid her for it, then took a swig and savored the taste sitting it down on the counter and looking back up at her.
“So; is this your first time in a place like this?”
I wasn’t’ so sure what she meant by “a place like this,” and chuckled taking another swig of my beer.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“A gay bar,” she replied in a very nonchalant manner. “You did realize this was a gay bar…didn’t you?”
I thought she was joking at first. She had to be joking, right; why the’ hell would I have knowingly walked into a gay club. But’ when I looked around at my surrounding’s I suddenly...