When I turned 18, I lived in L.A. and had a job as a parking attendant. The parking company made money by taking the tips we got from customers and paying us minimum wages. They would transfer us around to any parking lot that needed us sometimes moving us in the same day or night. On a particular evening I was assigned to the King's Table Restaurant and found out that my supervisor was a 21-year-old, nice looking Venezuelan named Julio. We were the only two persons working the parking lot. Although everyone seems to come out to eat at the same time, there were long lapses between customers leaving the restaurant claiming their cars, so for most of the night the work was slow, but still the parking company, to their credit, insisted on at least two people working the parking lots for security reasons.
Julio and I had long talks and eventually the conversation turned to sex. I had figured out that Julio was gay and he didn't waste much time asking me if I was gay, to which I replied with an emphatic "NO." I added that my first sexual relationship was with a fellow by the name of John and it had been phenomenal. I reiterated that I loved girls and I had learned that liking both sexes made me bisexual. In the course of my life I have been asked many times if I was gay, I guess what gives my bisexuality away is that I like to flirt with either sex and doing it with Julio was no exception and realized I had been doing it all night long, primarily by invading his private space. Touching his arm and even putting my hand on his waist and speaking with more of a sultry voice.
He confessed that he was strictly gay. I knew where this conversation was headed and I made sure I kept it going, so when we were released at about 11PM, Julio said it was early and asked me if I wanted to go for a drink which I assumed would be at a local bar, I told him that I was not old enough to drink, so he quickly came up with an alternative which was going to his apartment, of course this is the way this conversation had been going, I agreed. Having established that he was gay and I bisexual, I thought I would have to tell him "NO" very sternly and maybe we would have a drink and watch something on TV. I was naΓ―ve and although I wanted this night to end up in bed with Julio, I thought I had to play the game and become hard to get in order to slow the process down to my liking.
At the time, the people that engaged in same sex activities were either homosexual and normally called derogatory terms by ignorant intolerant people, or just jumped into it like I had. I remembered that I had to drive home and said that I would rather take a rain check than drive home having been drinking, but he insisted offering his second bedroom with me spending the night. Since I had no commitments until work the next evening we went to his place located in the Hollywood hills that I couldn't understand how he could afford working as a parking lot attendant. I asked him about it and he said his family owned oil wells in Venezuela and had tons of money.