Straight Eye For The Straight Guy
So I'm standing in line in our cafeteria this afternoon, waiting my turn to order up some food. Standing two people in front of me in line is one of my buddies. In the next line over is a lady I played softball with on our company team a couple of weeks ago. The three of us are joking around and she says to Jason (my buddy), "So did you tell him?"
"No," he replies, with a smirk, "I thought you were going to."
They go back and forth. I'm thinking it's this one story he had told me, but maybe didn't want her to think that I knew, but I was curious enough that I had to inquire.
"Is this about me," I ask?
They smile. Great... it is.
"Should I be embarrassed?"
Jason smiles again.
Outstanding. They argue for a minute or two about whose going to tell me before Susan pulls me aside.
"Do you remember how everyone calls you 'Metro' around here [aside: more on this later]? Well, this girl asked me if you 'played for the other team,' if you know what I mean. Fortunately for her, I straightened her out."
So that's wonderful. A girl was asking Susan if I am gay, which I so clearly am NOT. I love females, not men. I don't act all effeminate. WTF?
She wouldn't tell me who it was, though I have my suspicions -- it was likely one of two girls that I met during softball. It has to be... I haven't met any new girls within the company lately that would've been asking about me to her.
Anyways, that's a bit unnerving to think that my sexual persuasion is ambiguous to a female.
FUCK!!!
Metro -- So, the guys on my softball team (most of which work here) have taken to calling me "Metro" or "JT", in addition to the usual "#2" or "Deuce." Apparently, they think I'm some sort of pretty-boy, based on the fact that I take pride in my appearance and I dress nice. What's wrong with dressing nice? Hmmm? Nothing, I tell you!!
The "JT" nickname spouts from my curly hair. Of course, I kinda take that as *somewhat* of a compliment, because most girls think he's pretty hot, so it can't be all bad... can it? :/
I'm going to go pout now.
"No," he replies, with a smirk, "I thought you were going to."
They go back and forth. I'm thinking it's this one story he had told me, but maybe didn't want her to think that I knew, but I was curious enough that I had to inquire.
"Is this about me," I ask?
They smile. Great... it is.
"Should I be embarrassed?"
Jason smiles again.
Outstanding. They argue for a minute or two about whose going to tell me before Susan pulls me aside.
"Do you remember how everyone calls you 'Metro' around here [aside: more on this later]? Well, this girl asked me if you 'played for the other team,' if you know what I mean. Fortunately for her, I straightened her out."
So that's wonderful. A girl was asking Susan if I am gay, which I so clearly am NOT. I love females, not men. I don't act all effeminate. WTF?
She wouldn't tell me who it was, though I have my suspicions -- it was likely one of two girls that I met during softball. It has to be... I haven't met any new girls within the company lately that would've been asking about me to her.
Anyways, that's a bit unnerving to think that my sexual persuasion is ambiguous to a female.
FUCK!!!
Metro -- So, the guys on my softball team (most of which work here) have taken to calling me "Metro" or "JT", in addition to the usual "#2" or "Deuce." Apparently, they think I'm some sort of pretty-boy, based on the fact that I take pride in my appearance and I dress nice. What's wrong with dressing nice? Hmmm? Nothing, I tell you!!
The "JT" nickname spouts from my curly hair. Of course, I kinda take that as *somewhat* of a compliment, because most girls think he's pretty hot, so it can't be all bad... can it? :/
I'm going to go pout now.