The other day, I entered my building and turned to get my mail. Someone followed me into the building. The following interaction took place.
Me: *getting mail*
Guy behind me: *clears throat*, excuse me *speaks out of side of mouth* Are you gay?
Me: Huh? Whaaaat?
(sound of Doug's brain trying to figure out what exactly is going on here because it certainly seems like I am being hit on, but that can't be right.)
Guy: *quickly and mumbly* Oh, I'm sorry, you probably have a wife or something like that, right?
Me: Yes. (Collects mail, starts downstairs to apartment)
Guy: Oh. Well, you're attractive.
Me: Uh..., thanks? (goes inside)
After Christina stopped laughing (something like 10 minutes later), she rightly pointed out that it took major guts on the part of this fellow to just come right up and ask.
2 comments:
Oh my crap I'm laughing so hard it turned into one of those hacking snort/horrible unattractive sounds that lasted a good five minutes. You one DANG fine piece of meat, Doogs!
I've never heard of this sort of thing happening before. I thought that they usually go to gay clubs to meet people or to the internet. Instead of asking others about their orientation, they usually let the world know about their own. This may have been a particularly strange fellow.
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