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Aside from the Red Sox failing and taxes, the one constant in my brief 28 years has been gay guys hitting on me. I'm not sure exactly what "it" is about my appearance or my personality but I would guesstimate that I'm approached or flirted with at least once a month.
Now, I normally take it as a compliment and quickly defuse the situation but there have been times where the guy will get aggressive. Case in point: My sister and her new baby came into town a few weeks ago and I decided to take her to restaurant in downtown Phoenix. I work at the state capitol and one of the senators owns a restaurant near-by, so I decided to take her there. I was dressed up for work (suit, silk tie, polished shoes, etc) and met my sister down at the restaurant. Unfortunately, I was the first to arrive down there and asked to be seated while I waited for her to show up. Immediately after I sat down, the waiter comes runnning over take my drink order and then lingers there for a moment, trying to make eye contact with me and then left. Before he could get back with the drink, my sister shows up. Now, one would think that if a guy is there with a woman and she has a newborn in tow that that guy is probably not gay. Nope, for some odd reason he kept making passes at me, so obvious that my sister started poking fun at me. Finally, after eating, I get the check, pay with a credit card and get a copy of the CC receipt complete with the waiter's phone number on it. I suppose I wouldn't mind this attention if, A) I was gay, or B) some girl, any girl would be this friendly/aggressive towards me.
The one thing I can take away from this constant is that I have learned to truly sympathize with our lady friends who probably have to deal with this sort of harrassment nearly every day.
Any how, that's my story.
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