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Great thread bump!
I've actually been hit on way more by guys than by girls. Apparently there is a type of gay subculture that calls big, kind of hairy guys like me "bears," and thinks they are the bomb.
I found this out many years ago, during college, when I had a summer job at a bookstore on the Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica. I used to take my dinner breaks out on the Promenade, to watch the buskers and whatnot, and almost every day without fail, I'd get hit on by some guy, usually kinda ripped and blond, surfer types. I'm sure if I were gay they'd be awesome. And I took it as a compliment, and was always polite when I told them I wasn't interested. But it did kind of get to me that there was this stream of dudes, and I couldn't seem to get a chick to look at me.
Finally, toward the end of the summer, this one dude hit on me and I actually said, "Look, man, I'm really flattered, but I'm not gay. But listen-- you see that girl over there, with the red hair and the tight jeans? Whatever it is that you see in me...could you go tell her about it?"
He laughed, and took it in good form. I wish he'd told that girl, though. She was smokin' hot.
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Dull sublunary lovers love,
Whose soul is sense, cannot admit
Absence, because it doth remove
That thing which elemented it.
(From "A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning" by John Donne)
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