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Five hundred miles south of the capital is the ancient town of Hoi An: a gem, a little hidden gem as an old French guy described it to me. And he was club right. A gem it really was, lined with historic buildings coated in sunflower yellow with lanterns dangling in-between and a river that cuts through the entirety of the town, always filled with little boats carrying tourists who joyfully light candles and set them down the river.

But it was anything but hidden. After a little while in Hoi An, I was fortunate enough to meet a Vietnamese girl who grew up in America and returned to reconnect with her roots, and she offered to show me around. After spending a few hours together, we were both comfortable enough to tell each other that we were both bisexual.

In our accepting atmosphere, which was a complete novelty to me as I never disclosed my sexuality back home, she mentioned that a new gay bar had just opened in town and she asked if I wanted to go there. Very gladly, I said yes. My friend suggested we all move to a couch, so we followed her. Once we sat down, the old Australian man turned to me and asked me if I wanted a cigarette.

He then pulled out a pack of Marlboro Gold with two cigarettes left. We smoked our cigarettes in quiet afterward. He thought he made a move too quickly and I could see he was trying to fix it, but I gay just amused.

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I had no interest in meeting anyone, Hoi was only there to observe and listen. The one we know would be perfect for us but for some reason it never works out. He wanted to tell me about his. They met in college and club to drop out and join the military together. He spoke of him as Baldwin speaks of Giovanni.

Abruptly, his story cut to twenty years later and his unnamed lover is married with a kid. It had been twenty years since they last spoke, and they randomly stumbled upon each other online and decided to catch up. He spoke to me about how much progress he had made in those twenty years and how he learned to let go of the man he thought was perfect for him, and how much damage that single sentence inflicted.

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