Does fantasizing count? I’ve never felt an attraction to an actual woman, but the thoughts of bi sex invade my fantasies (both female and male). It’s an incredible turn-on in my head, but in reality, ummm, yuk.
Unless it’s Angelina…
I dunno.
I am not ready to categorically turn down an experience I haven’t had yet.
Then again, this lovely principle does not hold up when it comes to anal sex, so I am at best inconsistent, I suppose.
Let’s say it would take some doing–and I cannot envisage a scenario where it would take place. The idea of answering an ad for a date, much less sex is completely alien to me, so I will never know, I guess.
Jeebus-am I the Charlie Brown of bi-curious or what?
Nope. I don’t care one bit if other people folks do, but I’m just not attacted to men at all, and have absolutely no desire to do anything sexual with them.
Frankly, I’m a bit shocked.
I was kind of expecting dopers to be more … is **adventurous ** the right word?
Not to imply that there is anything wrong with being straight, of course, but I would have thought that bi-curiousness (is that even a word?) would have been more common in this diverse crowd given its frequency in the media, porn, etc. C’est la vie.
Once in a while there’s a girl who will make me go “Damn.” And there’s even some sexual tension there. But I don’t think I’d even know what to do with her.
Heh, and you’re a dude, right?
Well played sir. 
No, but I was once beer curious.
Ahh, excellent link. Thanks good soul.
Never tempted, and had some opportunity.
When I worked in dinner theater, there were a number of good-natured are-you-interested overtures that came my way. These included generous kissing opportunities during New Year’s Eve. But it was clear I was straight, and so the smooch attempts were just friendly fun; I never had the idea that I could somehow be drawn into a writhing mass of man-flesh on the restaurant floor as a result.
When I was much younger, I worked at Waldenbooks. My assistant manager was gay; he and I were good friends. He and I and a bunch of folks from the store all went out one night clubbing, and as the evening went on people went home til it was just us two left. We weren’t at a gay club - Carmichael’s, if any DC-ers from the mid-1980s remember it. But it was a very progressive new wave type place and we danced together to our favorite fast songs without raising eyebrows. So we’re sitting and talking when a slow song came on, and I remember him saying, “So, you want to dance?” I looked at him and grinned and said, “No, you’d probably want to lead,” and he said, jokingly, “Are you sure? There could be a promotion in it!”
That was perhaps the closest I’d say I’ve ever been to “tempted.” Not tempted by the prospect of some retail job wage raise or benefit, but because with that line, it was clear to me that under the joking line he was really making a serious play, and that if I wanted, I could nod and something real would happen… and I actually thought about the prospect and what it would mean.
But there was just nothing there. I mean, I liked the guy - he was funny and smart and warm-hearted. But the idea of doing anything physical with him just … just didn’t spark any interest at all.
So I just said, “Yeah, I’m sure,” and that ended it.
Latent!
sorry, was merlot talking =D
Nope. I didn’t even like that gum that squirts in your mouth.
I nominate Revtim for best response in a thread for 2005.
Women are supposed to be about everything but looks when it comes to sex. That’s why so many respond so positively to gristly, lumpy, veiny guys who smell good, or have nice breathy voices, or give off alpha vibes.
Nope. Never.
Only once.
I was dancing with a girl in a bar and she kissed me. I guess I kissed back, but I was so drunk I can’t really remember. I never saw that girl again but I thought about her for many years; she was the subject of quite a few fantasies.
I’m approaching my fourth decade of existance, and I’ve only recently been able to start noticing when a guy is above-average handsome. I still don’t see it for a lot of guys that are supposed to be really attractive, like Brad Pitt. I see he’s in shape, but his face just looks like an average face to me.
See him in Troy?
That is what I am talking about too. Brad Pitt is a good example. I would have no idea that he is supposed to be really good looking if no one told me. I can see that he is in good shape and healthy but that is about it. The only real way that I have to judge men is the same way you judge livestock (i.e. look at the teeth. see if they are healthy etc.) It bothered me that I couldn’t tell what guys were supposed to be good looking so I started to try to learn how. It is like trying to build a computer program that can judge looks based on rules and comparing to known values. It only works a little. I figured out that Pierce Brosnan is good looking on my own and I was happy until a female said that was an easy and obvious example. I used that to figure out that some newscasters are good looking. That is only classically handsome though. I will never be able to figure out “cute” or “unconventionally good-looking”. My mind simply doesn’t work that way.
I didn’t even like having males for roommates. I switched to female roommates as soon as I could and never went back. Plus, the mechanics of male on male sex repulse me.
Our brains don’t work right when we dream. Just a few days ago I dreamed I was having an affair with my high school science teacher. I haven’t seen him in ten years, and if my dream was going to be about a science teacher why not my Physics teacher, who is less than a decade older than me, not wholy unattractive, and unmarried (last I know) rather than the very married science teacher who’s older than my dad and looked like Dean Koontz? 
Silly dreaming brains.