I’ve noticed that a lot of straight couples when walking through the village will do this thing where they hold each other’s hands as if for dear life… clinging desperately to one another, as if they’re afraid if they let go for one second they’ll get fairy dust on them.
I’m always tempted to sneak up behind the girlfriend and ask her, “How much for the boy?”
That should keep them safe for the rest of their short stay
yeah, that would be real funny if you choose to say that and the guy turned out to be a real phobe and pomptly kicked the shit out of you, wouldn’t it? :rolleyes: Being with their woman seems to bring out “manly-ness” in some guys.
I think this definetly falls into the catagory of something you want to do, but best not actually done.
The few times I have been noticably “checked out” by gay men it really made my day.
I figure that if I am desirable to gay men or straight women, that is nothing but a complement. Shallow as it is, I like to be thought of as physically attractive. One girlfriend at the time could not for the life of her figure out why I was not mad/weirded out that a GAY guy lusted after me. That was one of the many things that, in hindsight, signalled the end of us.
Mrs. Babe even called me at work the other day to proudly proclaim that the FedEx guy was looking at her chest.
Oh, yeah, nothing like surreptitiously (key word there, Matt) checking some of that hot straight boy butt. I like to give a particularly hot guy a quick corner-of-the-eye glance and maybe even turn to check out his ass as he walks away.
And I’ve even had so-called straight boys giving me an especially friendly look even when they’re with their girlfriends. There are a lot more bi guys stepping out on their women than anyone knows about.
It kind of reminds me of a little interaction my wife and I experienced last year.
At the time we were living right of The Castro in San Francisco. We were walking down Castro Street on the way to dinner or a movie or something, and we happen past a young. As we approached he said, “Hello, there beautiful.”
My wife half-heartedly acknowledged the compliment with a smile. To which he responded, “Yeah, you ain’t bad either, girl.”
Actually, Mr. Seawitch is a cub, and quite a yummy one. I take any check-out glances by any sex as flattering to both of us.
May I interest you in our lease-to-own program? Warranty extra.
[sub]While the price for Mr. S is quite high, I have a few former SO’s I would have paid to get rid of. And thrown in a toaster as a bonus for taking them.[/sub]
A few years ago, a gay friend admitted having a crush on my then-boyfriend. I said, “Yeah, he does have cute butt, doesn’t he?” I told my BF and he was flattered. I could never date a homophobe–first, because I find homophobia utterly repellent, but also because I think folks who are homophobic are somewhat uncomfortable with sexuality in general, and that will never do.
I was greeted by a (drunk)man who shook my hand and leaned over and licked my neck the other day. I looked him right in the eye and said “you’re gonna have to go a lot farther than the to shock me”, winked, and walked away with the girl I was with at the time. I have to wonder, tho, how he could do that and not get beaten senseless on a regular basis.
Then there was the time when I was in the metro holding hands with my boyfriend, when some big macho ass just coincidentally starts telling his little fake girlfriend in a loud voice how much he hates faggots and how they should all die…
so Eric and I get out of the train at my stop… the doors close, and just as the train pulls out of the station, I blow him a kiss.