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WITL Day Five
Oct. 6th, 2011 10:51 amRules are here. ( Today's photos are here )
Oct. 6th, 2011
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My favorite part of the whole thing? The delighted cheers from his friends when he succeeds at his task.
Okay, so I have a minute to type up the thing that happened to me on Monday.
There's this guy I interact with fairly frequently at my job. I really liked him from the first time I met him, and we always made noises about grabbing a drink after work (although with our schedules that has never happened, alas). He's funny and sarcastic and clever and really just all around cool. On Monday, he surprised me by outing himself with a very subtle and casual mention of his "partner" and then referenced said partner with a unquestioningly male name. Now I am rarely surprised by news of a guy's orientation because my gaydar is usually spot on. This guy I never twigged in the slightest.
But then I thought about it and realized that my interactions with him incorporated nearly my entire repertoire of how I interact with gay men--a (horribly annoying but continued) tendency to flirt in superficial and coquettish ways: leaning forward when addressing them, touching them frequently on the arm or shoulder, complimenting them on articles of clothing, etc. Basically, all that high-school shit that I grew out of decades ago when aiming at a guy I can actually, you know, score with. But my inevitable and lifetime attraction to Impossible Gay Men encourages the continuation of what can sometimes be an embarrassing tendency to overdo it with the faghag behavior*. Which I exhibited. Outrageously. With this guy.
So...yeah. Subliminal gaydar. Who knew?
*I know this makes me a horrible and petty person. Oh well. I really really really like gay men. Sue me.
My favorite part of the whole thing? The delighted cheers from his friends when he succeeds at his task.
Okay, so I have a minute to type up the thing that happened to me on Monday.
There's this guy I interact with fairly frequently at my job. I really liked him from the first time I met him, and we always made noises about grabbing a drink after work (although with our schedules that has never happened, alas). He's funny and sarcastic and clever and really just all around cool. On Monday, he surprised me by outing himself with a very subtle and casual mention of his "partner" and then referenced said partner with a unquestioningly male name. Now I am rarely surprised by news of a guy's orientation because my gaydar is usually spot on. This guy I never twigged in the slightest.
But then I thought about it and realized that my interactions with him incorporated nearly my entire repertoire of how I interact with gay men--a (horribly annoying but continued) tendency to flirt in superficial and coquettish ways: leaning forward when addressing them, touching them frequently on the arm or shoulder, complimenting them on articles of clothing, etc. Basically, all that high-school shit that I grew out of decades ago when aiming at a guy I can actually, you know, score with. But my inevitable and lifetime attraction to Impossible Gay Men encourages the continuation of what can sometimes be an embarrassing tendency to overdo it with the faghag behavior*. Which I exhibited. Outrageously. With this guy.
So...yeah. Subliminal gaydar. Who knew?
*I know this makes me a horrible and petty person. Oh well. I really really really like gay men. Sue me.