I have been working on this off and on for a couple of weeks:
Warsaw, spring 2009. I am returning to Tucson tomorrow morning and dinner ends early; I have some time. Prior to my trip, I had researched places where gay men meet and discovered the FanTom Klub; it was within walking distance of my hotel.
The street numbers along ulica Bracka do not progress in order; I eventually find the doorway to the club and walk down the stairway; it is dimly lit, but when I enter, the men are friendly. After I take a brief tour, I decide to go to the hot tub; it is currently occupied by one guy, a young blond, handsome. I descend into the tub and after a few minutes, I feel the blond’s foot touching mine; fine, I can play footsie with him. When I respond in kind, he moves closer, and now our calves are rubbing up against one another; he then moves to my side, and the exploration of each other’s bodies begins. Eventually our lips meet and we start kissing.
He can speak some English, but my Polish is minimal; his name is Marcin; he tells me he has roommates but does not seem eager to return; he says he’d like to join me at my hotel. Do I want to do this? Should I do this? And what time do I meet the car to the airport tomorrow morning? Yet what did Tom Cruise say to the Princeton recruiter in “Risky Business”? “Sometimes you just gotta say, ‘What the fuck, make your move.’"
OK, Marcin, let’s get out of the hot tub and get dressed; we walk to my hotel and when we arrive, uninhibited joyful sex follows. After a shower together, we sleep intertwined, but my alarm interrupts after a few hours; I awaken him, ask him to get dressed and then take him to the hotel lobby where we say goodbye. When my flight ascends over Warsaw, I relax, close my eyes and grin; thanks for your guidance, Tom Cruise.