Enough to make the seminary temping.
let me preface with: i knew saturdays at the cuff were crazy, but this was by far the nuttiest experience i've had. also, i go to these bars and clubs alone, i dance alone and i leave alone. all are very intentional. i've met guys here and there, but i don't leave with them. if i really like them i'll get their number and call them at a later date.
i've known gay men were a fucked up group for a while now. however, i've apparently yet to plumb it's deepest depths. i, for instances, haven't been punched in the face by my date while waiting in line. tonight was a gem though. i'll skip most of the positives of the night for now and go straight to brian. brian is a hot, very fit 30 something gay man who i ran into at the cuff. i'll never approach anyone with twitchy, crazy eyes again. not after brian. i'll set up the scene: i'm dancing and he's dancing. i notice he's staring so i say hi. he opens with, "hey, i'm sure i'm not fat and rich enough or young enough for you, but i think you're hot." i give him a really weird look. the kind of look you'd expect after someone says something of that nature to you. he then proceeds to talk about twinks only going after money and that he's got plenty he just doesn't want to be someones daddy. i reply with, "i don't know what money has to do with this." he doesn't really respond. he kind of starts talking about something else entirely shouting, "god i hate gay people and being gay! always fucking! why can't people just be friends!?" at this point i'm out. i tell him i need water and i put some space between us. through out the rest of the night brian would come up and say something equally retarded or just stand next to me and stare. at one point he had another guy with him and they proceeded to talk about me and my values with in ear shot. anyone who's been to the cuff or a gay club knows that ear shot means either they're yelling or they're standing uncomfortably close. these two were doing both. so that's a brief retelling of the brian saga.
the rest of the night was a frustrating mixture of being pawed by people i couldn't or didn't see and shifting places on the dance floor to prevent the guy in front of me from intentionally backing into me. i'm as much an attention whore as the rest, but this was ridiculous. i couldn't get any breathing room or more than a couple of minutes between being interrupted by someone. it probably wouldn't have been so bad if i found any of them attractive, but i didn't. i guess i understand now why people go in groups so often.
there were a lot of good points to the night as well, but this post isn't about happy.
end rant.
i've known gay men were a fucked up group for a while now. however, i've apparently yet to plumb it's deepest depths. i, for instances, haven't been punched in the face by my date while waiting in line. tonight was a gem though. i'll skip most of the positives of the night for now and go straight to brian. brian is a hot, very fit 30 something gay man who i ran into at the cuff. i'll never approach anyone with twitchy, crazy eyes again. not after brian. i'll set up the scene: i'm dancing and he's dancing. i notice he's staring so i say hi. he opens with, "hey, i'm sure i'm not fat and rich enough or young enough for you, but i think you're hot." i give him a really weird look. the kind of look you'd expect after someone says something of that nature to you. he then proceeds to talk about twinks only going after money and that he's got plenty he just doesn't want to be someones daddy. i reply with, "i don't know what money has to do with this." he doesn't really respond. he kind of starts talking about something else entirely shouting, "god i hate gay people and being gay! always fucking! why can't people just be friends!?" at this point i'm out. i tell him i need water and i put some space between us. through out the rest of the night brian would come up and say something equally retarded or just stand next to me and stare. at one point he had another guy with him and they proceeded to talk about me and my values with in ear shot. anyone who's been to the cuff or a gay club knows that ear shot means either they're yelling or they're standing uncomfortably close. these two were doing both. so that's a brief retelling of the brian saga.
the rest of the night was a frustrating mixture of being pawed by people i couldn't or didn't see and shifting places on the dance floor to prevent the guy in front of me from intentionally backing into me. i'm as much an attention whore as the rest, but this was ridiculous. i couldn't get any breathing room or more than a couple of minutes between being interrupted by someone. it probably wouldn't have been so bad if i found any of them attractive, but i didn't. i guess i understand now why people go in groups so often.
there were a lot of good points to the night as well, but this post isn't about happy.
end rant.