The only gay guy here I know...
...is this random old faggy customer who comes in with limp wrists swinging, tossing around S's like confetti. And he always gets handsy with me. And apparently my other male coworkers. They call him "The Groper."
I suppose I should be more upset about the sexual harrassment I get from him... today he put a finger behind my belt and tugged it. @_@ I folded my arms and stepped back after that.
However, I get the feeling that if I tell him to stop, he'd be the kind of person that would thereafter want to become my friend so I would know how sincerely sorry he was. Frankly, I'd rather forget he exists. So I just try and keep the register counter between me and him (though he's crafty about that and always asks me to show him something out in the department), and tacitly smile and nod while hoping he doesn't touch me.
Yeah. I really wish I knew some normal gay people here. I suspect, however, that they don't exist.
I suppose I should be more upset about the sexual harrassment I get from him... today he put a finger behind my belt and tugged it. @_@ I folded my arms and stepped back after that.
However, I get the feeling that if I tell him to stop, he'd be the kind of person that would thereafter want to become my friend so I would know how sincerely sorry he was. Frankly, I'd rather forget he exists. So I just try and keep the register counter between me and him (though he's crafty about that and always asks me to show him something out in the department), and tacitly smile and nod while hoping he doesn't touch me.
Yeah. I really wish I knew some normal gay people here. I suspect, however, that they don't exist.