My First bisexual encounter happened just like this...
I was working late at my job and some of my co workers decided that they were going to go out afterwards and invited me to go along with them. I knew that they were gay and they all knew I was straight. However we all had worked with each other many years and respected each others preferences.
So after work me all met up at this bar called "The Other Bar." We walked in and the place wasn't very crowded, maybe eight people there and the three of us. My friends knew everyone there and said there hello's and introduced me to there friends they knew at the bar. I approached the bar to order me a drink when I noticed the bar tender. He was my height, 5'10.
Weighed around 170 pounds, blonde hair, sensual blue-green eyes. Very attractive, he reminded me of a California volleyball player...Well Built!!! I admit, I wondered at times what it would be like with another man, yet I knew I would only be attracted to one who was as attractive as me and was manly. My friends were definitely not manly, in fact they were drama queens. I loved them as friends because of this fact. They were a blast to hang around and amusing to watch together. But this guy scared me I found myself whispering to myself maybe he's the one.
I went and ordered my drink and he smiled in that flirtation, seductive way, I thought to myself he's looking for a tip. I was nervous the whole time I was up there, my heart pounding. I caught myself eyeing him up and down, and him doing the same to me. He said to me "I have never seen you in here before." I told him I had never been in there before, I was with my friends and pointed them out at the pool table. He then stated "Well I hope you come around more often," and smiled. I asked how much for the drink and he said "It's on the house," and then winked at me.
I was then summoned by my friends to shoot a game of pool. While I was playing I found myself drawn to this cute bar tender, I would look up to see him smiling back at me. My friend went up to the bar, while my other friend and I finished our game. When our friend came back he handed us drinks and said they were from Bob, the bar tender. We all smiled at him. My friend from work told me Bob had liked what he saw, meaning me and told me that Bob was hot for me but he told Bob he was barking up the wrong tree, that I was straight. I felt a little disappointed but thanked my gay friend for helping me out. We played pool until the bar closed. I didn't pay for a drink all night, they all were compliments of Bob.