ugh. 4 days without DSL? felt like an eternity. Couldn't even do dialup cause the landline was down. oh fate of fates. But in the meantime, had an AWESOME weekend. Went sledding and wrecked myself, hung out with good friends, and then THIS gem of a story.
Went to a local bar, doin' some of that dancin' stuff. All of a sudden, I'm grabbed by a girl I've never met and we start dancing. Fun stuff. She looks at me and asks "you are either Gay or from RIT." I say, "uhh . . . well, I work at RIT, but I'm not gay." me likey boobies. So we keep dancing, and a little later, she comes back with "you must be gay, because straight guys can't dance well."
LADIES: just cause a guy can shake his thing, doesn't mean he's gay! i swear! I'm just a white guy with soul.
anyway, I try and assure her I'm straight, and my roommate matt saunters up, kinda drunk. He's yellin' "I gotta cut in, he's my roommate!!!" and the girl looks at us and utters. "I knew you two were gay."
whoa.
Nope, that's his lady friend right over there.
Finally, her one sister (as in related to her) comes up all pissed off and grabs her and drags her away. I wave, and laugh.
The best part is that a group of my friends was just watching the whole thing go down, commenting, and making my laugh my ass off.
I love life. It's pretty rad.
But it speaks of the out-of-touchness of rochester locals, because as soon as you look like you can actually dress yourself and you are a guy, you are gay. huh? And seriously, why can't a guy just really dig on dancing? It's good exercise! And seriously, all I had on were jeans, a black t-shirt, and skate shoes . . .just like a good indie rocker.
That story goes out to my stylist. hahah. Big shout out! hah! All of my friends, gay and straight, get a kick out of the story, so maybe you will too . . . I know I do!!
Went to a local bar, doin' some of that dancin' stuff. All of a sudden, I'm grabbed by a girl I've never met and we start dancing. Fun stuff. She looks at me and asks "you are either Gay or from RIT." I say, "uhh . . . well, I work at RIT, but I'm not gay." me likey boobies. So we keep dancing, and a little later, she comes back with "you must be gay, because straight guys can't dance well."
LADIES: just cause a guy can shake his thing, doesn't mean he's gay! i swear! I'm just a white guy with soul.
anyway, I try and assure her I'm straight, and my roommate matt saunters up, kinda drunk. He's yellin' "I gotta cut in, he's my roommate!!!" and the girl looks at us and utters. "I knew you two were gay."
whoa.
Nope, that's his lady friend right over there.
Finally, her one sister (as in related to her) comes up all pissed off and grabs her and drags her away. I wave, and laugh.
The best part is that a group of my friends was just watching the whole thing go down, commenting, and making my laugh my ass off.
I love life. It's pretty rad.
But it speaks of the out-of-touchness of rochester locals, because as soon as you look like you can actually dress yourself and you are a guy, you are gay. huh? And seriously, why can't a guy just really dig on dancing? It's good exercise! And seriously, all I had on were jeans, a black t-shirt, and skate shoes . . .just like a good indie rocker.
That story goes out to my stylist. hahah. Big shout out! hah! All of my friends, gay and straight, get a kick out of the story, so maybe you will too . . . I know I do!!
my 2 cents..myself being of the female persuasion, had gotten used to (aka jaded and bitter) the reality of straight and gay men. the cute boys who smell good, dress like they don't pull their clothes out of a pile on the floor, and are courteous, quite often turn out to be gay. until recently. i'm pleased to find that the trend of good hygiene, snappy dressing, and a variety of other good traits seems to have 'trickled down' to the masses. and bravo to that.
as for the shakin' of the groove thang, that's just an added bonus. you simply wow'ed this girl, because up until recently, all studies had shown that men like you didn't exist.