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I was an extremely introverted teenager. In public environments I would just stand and look at the world as though I were watching a movie in the theatre. At 16, my first after-school job was as a dishwasher at The Red Bull Inn, a restaurant in my hometown in Waterbury, Connecticut.

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I was hired by a handsome something-year-old head cook named Kevin. I would always keep an eye on him. I worked 3 to 4 days a week, generally 5 to 6 hours per shift, or until the last dish was washed. Every night that I worked, I would perform my duties in a natural state of silence amongst the constant parade of eccentric, funny, witty, and loud middle-aged co-workings.

I found them all entertaining. I just looked, smiled, and unloaded the dishes. There was a flair about him that I became fond of. He was funny and made sarcastic comments about the work environment. Each shift that we worked together he would drop waterbury the bin of dirty dishes and say hi to me. I uttered nothing, smiled, unloaded the dishes.

As I was becoming more comfortable, I finally broke my spell of silence and I responded to his greetings. He was shocked when he heard my voice. I overwhelmed him. He was enthusiastically interested in my musical name bar, but he did not have a clue. I was under age and still in high school, and my friends and I would go every Friday and Saturday night.

I invited Michael and we all danced the night away. Michael and I become best buds. For two consecutive years, my friends from high school along with Michael and me sought out every gay club in the major cities of Connecticut: Hartford, New Haven, and Bridgeport. I would just dance, most of the time by myself.

Michael would disappear for a period of time only to reappear dancing next to me with a smile on his face. Outside of the music gay said very little about the experience of the night. We never spoke of your sexual interest or orientation. We would both underplay what we saw and what we wanted.

After one night of clubbing, I was dropping Micheal off at his house in Naugatuck and we sat in the car for a few hours talking. We spoke about the music, the clubs, and the adventures traveling around the state seeking good times.