arse or arm?
It’s not just a guy thing, it works both ways. The other day I looked at myself in the mirror before leaving for work and thought: “Damn. I look like a brunette Miss Piggy.” But, on the way there, I got so many appretiative glances (note: the quick, appretiative glance is good - the slack-jawed gawking at my breasts I sometimes get is not), that by the time I got to work I felt more like Marilyn Monroe.
It’s easy for gay guys to flirt with women, since you can be totally relax and be charming because you know it will lead nowhere. At the same time, there’s a certain comedy value derived from the fact that you know, but she doesn’t.
For example. I was at a straight bar last Friday evening with a bunch of gay guys. Most of us were in suits so we looked like a bunch of straight workmates out for Friday drinks. (To complete the illusion, we’re not talking about dick, for a change.) A pretty young thing (short-skirt-tits-half-out) wiggles over and tries to sell us shooters of tequila from her shot-glass bandolier (this is clearly a classy bar). She’s flirting outrageously – even sitting on my boyfriend’s knee at one stage (bitch!) --and challenges us to prove our manhood by buying a few rounds of shots.
So we’re all butching it up and playing along, but Bandolier Girl eventually realises she’s not getting anywhere. She can’t work out why her boobs-and-booze gambit isn’t working. Off she wiggles, all confused like, and one of our number – a big guy, but he can camp it up – stands up and yells:
“HONEY, YOUR POWERTH ARE USELETH AGAINTH UTH!”
Gold. 
It’s fun to play with men. I know it kind of makes their day. I’m always nice unless they’re just being a total creep. Then I think seriously about getting one of those stun guns.
Nice
checks golden arrows
Yeah… I still got it. 
That was my question too. C’mon man, I need closure here. (For your sake, I’m hoping it was arse.)
It’s always an ego boost when someone sends some positive reinforcement your way. I was at a party in Dallas last year sans wife and I met a nice young lady. We spent a good 20-30 minutes talking and having a good time when she asked me why I moved to Arkansas. When I told her it was because my wife got tired of her job in Dallas and found something she liked in Arkansas I tagged along. I had never before in my life met someone who was so disappointed to find out that I was married. But yeah, I felt about 15 feet tall as well.
Marc
It’s been a very long time since anything remotely similar happened to me, but I imagine my reaction now would be to wonder (to myself) about the lady’s eyesight. Or her taste.
I disagree. I am thoroughly captivated by * all * of the fairer sex.
My wife calls me a mutt.