That’s the sole consolation for not being hit on by the five drunk dudes at the same table.
True. I am straight but I would be really upset if I walk into a gay bar and none of the guys there hit on me.
That’s why I don’t go to gay bars. I’m straight but I believe I couldn’t live with rejection.
I’ve been to a gay bar (with the wife), and not been hit on. Had a few drinks, remarked to the bartender about it, and he said, “they saw you walk in with her. Everyone knows you’re a breeder.”
I will say that some of the things I’ve seen in there are more interesting than what happens at straight meat-markets.
“breeder” hahaah. Never heard that.
Gay epithet for straight person, in the same vein as “fag” or “dyke”.
Had a “night out with the boys” a few weeks back. Drinking, playing pool, everyone except me, the engaged one, were trying to put the moves on anything without a penis. I must have gotten at least 5 or 6 numbers from some rather attractive ladies. When one guy asked me how my fiancee would feel, one of my closer buds states, “oh she’s perfectly okay with him going out with another women” and left the first one stunned.
Most of my husband’s friends are women, including his best friend who is the sister of one of his exes.
Half of my husband’s friends are women, most of which he’s dated. One he lived with. When she left her husband last year cause of drugs and abuse, she had nowhere to stay. So she stayed with us for 2 weeks. Most of my friends are guys, including one I dated and lived with. When I go home to visit family, him and I go to lunch and catch up. It’s really nbd to us.
You’re right; I have no idea why that would be remotely satisfying.