bathhouse

So it's 2001. I'm in CA, in the military, just divorced, and still trying to pretend that at some point in my life I won't be obsessed with beautiful men. But post-divorce and feeling angry for all my unfocused and deluded years; I decide it's time to explore what really makes me tick. So on leave, one Saturday night, I hit a bathhouse. I even use my military ID for a discount. I am drunk going in and feel bold; however being safe is my main concern. I just want to see everything I've heard about. I am not a drug user at all.