I am about to be 41. Very few people ever get my age right, though. The cutie I mentioned in my OP is 30 (looks 21) and thought we were the same age. The girl cutie, that is.
Happens all the time, too. A big part of it is my family doesn’t seem to carry the male pattern baldness gene. At all.
btw, I forgot to adress the salon Qs. It’s run by a friend of mine. She gives me quite a big discount just to be able to play with my fabulous locks. Now that a tad of grey is finally showing, she wants to showcase my head as a male hair coloring example. Should I? yeah, I know. I probably will, tho…
I can’t believe Phelps is wearing those pants with that shirt! :dubious:
Meh. It happened to me once that I know of–my co-workers for several years assumed I was gay because I split an apartment with a female friend of mine and because I didn’t show any interest in my male co-workers. That was proof enough for them, because in their own minds they were gods of sex and irresistable to any heterosexual woman.
When I found out, I laughed my ass off at the guy who told me. I thought it was pretty darn funny. I mean, all that effort to determine an aspect of my personal life that didn’t affect them in the least–it was actually flattering that they cared in their self-absorbed way. I guess I don’t really see being offended by it. And I think jervoise has a very good point.
Years after high school, just before I moved over here, I was visiting my parents’ house, and my younger sister (by two years) was there with a few of her old high school chums. When she mentioned that I was about to move to Japan with my girlfriend, one of her friends hissed “GIRLfriend”? My sister, taken aback, said, “Yeah… what?”
Turns out this friend and his boyfriend had both somehow found the courage to come out because they had looked up to me as a role model.
I’m straight now and was straight in high school, but apparently everybody in my high school thought I was gay. Shit, so what if I was the drum major? I never dated the priests! Explains not getting a date for the prom, sort of. Hell, if I “helped” two guys find the courage to come out, I guess I accomplished something in high school, after all.
Several people have mistaken me for a lesbian, and my boyfriend for a gay man multiple times.
I’m your basic no-make-up-wearing, short fingernail, no jewelry, burpin’ kind of gal. My boyfriend - well, let’s just say that yesterday he was watching figure skating while he cleaned the house. I refer to him as my wife, and at home I am the breadwinner. We call our house “The Big Closet.” We just don’t adhere to traditional male/female roles. Maybe it has something to do with his being raised by a lesbian/gay older brother and, well, there’s just no excuse for me!
I can remember being at Backstreet (hello Atlantians!) and talking to some guys and I pointed out my boyfriend, who was dancing and talking to some other guys. The response I got? “Oh honey, if he is then he just is and it isn’t your fault.” I just about died laughing.
I have a million of these stories. You should see the confused looks when we discuss my son.
It’s just the times now that it’s absolutely impossible to have any sort of relationship with another person without people assuming it’s sexual. You can’t be in the company of one other person anymore just as a friend. If’s it a person of the opposite sex, you must be fucking them. Same sex, well, you must be fucking them, too. God forbid you take a teenaged relative or your friend’s kid somewhere; you must be abusing them. Nobody can do anything without being suspected of there being sexual overtones to it.
That story sound very familar Rez. Eventually both my wife and I came out of the closet and are living open, honest, homosexual lives now. And our son loves her new girlfriend.
Do you remember me e mailing you asking if you were straight?
It wasbecause on the sdmb, you posted with such candor and niceness to the male gay posters I wasn’t used to that,knowing fundies in real life.
But I know youre straight.
Stereotypes!
My former husband was gay, and you never saw such a chauvenist!
(any gay men here, I’ve seen a picture of NoClue, he’scute!)
And for #2, he HAS to make a big deal out of it. He has to whine and drag his feet and half-ass it and make it clear that this is a sacrifice for the ages. Otherwise, he’ll ruin it for all of us.
So I’m drinking in some dive of a pub in Manchester’s “gay” district. The pub is on Canal Street, though the C is usually scratched out by some wag or other.
I’m sat with a particularly cute female friend, who I was hoping to make more than just a friend, but the bloody bouncer (I said it was rough) kept coming over to chat her up.
The nerve, I thought, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was all dressed up in a tux I’d have kicked his arse into the anal, I mean canal.
Until, it dawns on me, that it is me he is hitting on.
I was nearly flattered, really, he was quite cute.
I imagine I’ve told this story here before, I wonder if it’s changed any?
Anyway, No Clue Boy, relax, if you’re being mistaken for gay it’s only because some inner cool is shining through.
Hey! Why should gay men have dibs on NoClueBoy here, when he’s already expressed a fondness for the ladies?
Same thing has happened to me, helped in part by my profession (traditionally male-oriented). I remember once as a grad student listening to someone at lunch (an older woman who worked as a lab tech) going on about how they simply couldn’t stand those “she-he” types - defined as women with very short hair that didn’t wear long dangly earrings, who dressed in jeans, sneakers and flannel shirts, whose gender was difficult to tell from the back… The speaker went on and on in that vein, apparently oblivious to the fact that just then I had very short hair, was wearing post earrings and not a lot of make-up, and that day was dressed in jeans, sneakers, and a plaid flannel shirt over a t-shirt (although I must say it was purple and black plaid). My friends sat bemused, looking at me while that woman went on at length. She only stopped once she realized that everyone else had goen quiet, waiting to for the light to dawn.
Later, she approached one of my friends and apologized to HIM for her comments. He asked why she was giving him an apology, and she said, “Well… your friend IS a lesbian, isn’t she?” He burst out laughing and assured her I wasn’t, since he knew my boyfriend, but she was never convinced. Ever after she made every effort not to be alone in the lab with me :rolleyes: … as if I would have found her attractive, anyway.
I always thought being taking for gay was more amusing than offensive. Actually, in my younger days it was pretty useful for fending off the jerky guys in clubs. So as long as the current target of your affections knows otherwise… who cares?
I have a similar problem whenever I’m out with my GF/SO when she’s wearing a jacket. Jackets tend to make her look like a guy because they hide her 42DDs. We never really had any comments, just stares and at least one salesperson call her “sir”. Funny thing is, I was alone the one time someone did make a comment.
When did liking to dance become a gay thing? In my 12th year my grandmother enrolled me in a dance class, much against my will. To my question of “Why?” she replied that it was the best way to meet girls.
She said: “You’ll thank me for this.” I had heard that before and didn’t really believe her, but this one time it turned out to be true. I was able to put it to the test less than a month after the Saturday morning dance classes were finished, and it’s worked ever since.
Y’all don’t seriously propose that “Straight Men Don’t Dance” or some stuff like that, do you?
If you say so, but my boyfriend dances well, AND likes it (and so did our former instructor, the one who got me into teaching dance, and he was a horndog).
He’s also very into women, VERY good in bed, and very interested in getting in bed with me every chance he gets.
And yes, it’s a sport, it’s physically challenging, there are competitions in all genres up the wazoo, and its influence is seen in many other sports, as well as in the entertainment field. Thank goodness there are plenty of men who don’t feel the way you two do.
I know you guys are joking, but really, it’s this kind of mentality that scares guys off who would otherwise have a blast. Have a bit of an open mind. Dancing isn’t all about mincing little ballet steps or silly “butt-shaking” freestyle rock. There are a lot of different genres that take real skill and athletic ability.
If people would drop their goofy preconcieved notions and give things a SHOT once in a while, maybe they’d find that it’s not only “not so bad” it can be fun. Every time a new guy comes into class, you can tell his foremost thought is “am I going to look like a dork”? Once he realizes that it’s a skill, requiring coordination and physical strength, like any other kind of activity, and once he realizes he can get good at it, he relaxes and starts having fun.
I rarely have any one in any of my classes who honestly “CAN’T” dance. Trouble is, buy into this "it’s dorky, only gay men do it, it’s too hard (yes, it’s challenging to become really good, but it’s not “too hard”), without ever giving it a real chance.
Sorry, off the soapbox.
Shoes, who is out to get the world to dance, one straight man at a time.
Straight men sure as hell dance if they want to score. The only better way to impress the women is to actually be in the band. So if you can’t sing or play guitar, dancing’s your next best bet.
CanvasShoes: Well, once I realize anything is “a skill, requiring coordination and physical strength,” I have to decide if learning it will be worth the extreme aggravation… to the instructors And let’s not knock freestyle rock – any style in which there is no way to gauge if I’m dancing well or not, will earn my favour.
But John Carter of Mars does indirectly raise a point that has been gnawing at me with all this recent whatfor about
“metrosexuality” and whatever – indeed when DID having refined tastes and sensibilities become a “gay” thing?
[rant] What, suddenly James Bond was a “metrosexual” all along?? (Bond dressed and groomed impeccably, was well read, could discourse about art and history, could tell the temperature of sake by taste, played chemin-de-fer instead of poker, knew only a commie would order the Chianti with the fish) If dealing with dancing, what about the Travolta character in Saturday Night Fever? – off the dance floor he was just another working class stiff, but when dancing he would become the Sex God. Jeebus, it’s like an entire culture got “whooshed” by The Man Show and Maxim and took it seriously. Or worse yet, they “got” all the wrong messages from Robert Bly.[/rant]
