You remember Barman, right? Last night I was in that club (again) and saw him; pointed him out to some friends who knew the story and one who didn’t, who laughed and said “He’s straight. He’s seeing my friend M”. So that explains the lack of contact but God, it pissed me off. Don’t get me wrong – I don’t particularly care what the sexuality of the person giving me vodka is, and I don’t believe that gay bars should only employ gays etc. That’s a load of bullshit. What I do care about is that he didn’t just say that in the first place. “Can I have your phone number?” – “Sorry, I’m straight,” or “No, I’m not single” are both good responses. Playing the game and pretending to flirt just because I’m a customer is crap. Sonic’s flatmate suggested that maybe he didn’t want to offend; saying “no” is a lot less offensive than fake-flirting with someone and then blanking them the next day. Why oh why do people feel the need to play these stupid games?!
Anyway. I’ve been reading over your entries for the wee competition I wrote about in my previous post, and have yet to pick the winners. Some are really frank, some are funny, and they’re all very different. Because I’ve not picked yet I’m pushing the deadline to this Saturday, so if you want to enter before then send me your story to firstname.lastname@example.org before then. See you tomorrow for Flashback Friday!!