They told him at the door that they didn't think it was going to work out.
"I mean, realistically, you're not going to fit in here. People come here to relax, and honestly, none of the women are even going to approach you. That, and I can say for sure that I'm a bit uncomfortable and I think the rest of the guys are going to back me up."
"Dude, it's probably best if you just leave."
He was walking towards the bus stop when a vagrant stopped him.
"Kicked you out too, huh? Don't take it too hard, they don't let many in off the street. Swingers, they like it easy and quiet, most don't want anything too strange, and the ones who do? You probably want to avoid them."
The vagrant sat down, handing him a bottle as he did.
"Why wouldn't they let you in?"
And that would be the spot where I'd normally go for a twist. The angel. The serial killer. The vampire. And it would be pointless and stupid and go nowhere. So I'm ending that story there. I don't know where it goes. Maybe he is Bill O'Reilly. Maybe he's a cat wearing human clothes.
I'm in a rut.
I need to just write more.