I'm totally hetero.
I was in the FAC this afternoon working on a psychology project with my group. We were creating a powerpoint presentation, when the girl next to us interrupts asking "do you think this font is too big?" She practically picks up the monitor in an attempt for us to see it. It was. In case you might be wondering, Arial Black size 14 font is always too large for a 3 page paper double spaced. Anyhow, we couldn't convince her, so I shifted us back to getting the project done. She continues to make small talk, though, and is trying as hard as she can to come off as very Jessica Simpson if you follow me. She walked away at one point to print something, and a group member pointed out that she was hitting on someone(also making it a point to let the group know how hot he thought she was). Now, I'll grant you that this girl was by all normal standards pretty. Great Body, Cute face, blond, and carefully accessorized.
Regardless, one question remained: who was she hitting on. She came back a number of times in order to reprint because she apparently did not understand that the printers print coversheets (on colored paper). I'm still not sure why this was a problem. Anyhow, this gave her the opportunity to talk more. It was then that it happend. She asked the give away question. "So, do I know you from somewhere?" To my surprise, however, was that it was directed at me. Apparently *I* was the one being hit on. I felt ridiculous for a number of factors. First, I was obviously not interested, but secondly I haven't had to out myself to my group (why would it be important too?). I quickly realized that the way this was going was going to be awkward for someone, and that someone would probably be me.
I ended up taking an equally awkward approach (awkward mostly because how how calculated it was), and replicated her approach by playing dumb and oblivious. Eventually she finished her work and went away. My group members again decided to let everyone know they thought she was hot, and then looked to me presumably for my opinion. I didn't disagree with them, but at the same time I didn't want to just blatantly agree then have to suffer the barrage of follow up opinions (ie what specifically was hot, ect). I just said "she isn't exactly my type" which is both as true as it is ambiguous.
I was feeling as if I may have slightly betrayed the 'gay pride' notion. As luck would have it, my group and I coincidentally ran into a certain Patrick Mckelvey as were leaving. Between my wide-eye'd yelling "Patrick!" and the hug which soon followed, surely my group got the hint, and thus my gay-karma preserved.
Regardless, one question remained: who was she hitting on. She came back a number of times in order to reprint because she apparently did not understand that the printers print coversheets (on colored paper). I'm still not sure why this was a problem. Anyhow, this gave her the opportunity to talk more. It was then that it happend. She asked the give away question. "So, do I know you from somewhere?" To my surprise, however, was that it was directed at me. Apparently *I* was the one being hit on. I felt ridiculous for a number of factors. First, I was obviously not interested, but secondly I haven't had to out myself to my group (why would it be important too?). I quickly realized that the way this was going was going to be awkward for someone, and that someone would probably be me.
I ended up taking an equally awkward approach (awkward mostly because how how calculated it was), and replicated her approach by playing dumb and oblivious. Eventually she finished her work and went away. My group members again decided to let everyone know they thought she was hot, and then looked to me presumably for my opinion. I didn't disagree with them, but at the same time I didn't want to just blatantly agree then have to suffer the barrage of follow up opinions (ie what specifically was hot, ect). I just said "she isn't exactly my type" which is both as true as it is ambiguous.
I was feeling as if I may have slightly betrayed the 'gay pride' notion. As luck would have it, my group and I coincidentally ran into a certain Patrick Mckelvey as were leaving. Between my wide-eye'd yelling "Patrick!" and the hug which soon followed, surely my group got the hint, and thus my gay-karma preserved.