Many times I found myself trapped in situations where a 'friend' would suddenly think that since you and B, a random friend of hers, are both gay, she should totally be a good Samaritan and hook you two up.
I know we gay guys make fantastic wingmen, but the other way around is a completely different story. We know you are a girl, and in the most common situation, we know that is a guy who like pussies (and if he turns out gay, we can always go eco-friendly and recycle the unused resources). In the gay world, things are far more complex. There are Tops, Bottoms, Vers, More Top, More Bottoms...Chances are you would have hooked up two man-girls who are definitely not man-lesbians.
Or it could be about some minor things. I, for instance, cannot stand guys wearing floral shirts (Unless we are both in Hawaii and I am drunk-dancing with coconut-bras on). A friend of mine recently introduced me to a young, talented lawyer who studied in Australia and has just come back to Hong Kong. We had some fancy dinner but all I can remember about the dinner was his bright green floral shirt.
Now I know the meaning of clothing is for stripping off anyway but, I guess I am just a weird gay full of turd. Since it's a friend of a friend I have to maintain friendly banter and worse, give him my contacts. I just hope he feels the same way about my worn jeans and old sneakers.
I might be a desolated, dreary desert, but I have my ways to feed the camel, donkey, cactus plants and bunnies.
