I won’t lie, initially I thought it was kind of hot when he took us to a resturaunt that had a sexual innuedo drink menu. House Specials: “F-Me Dirty”, “I’m F’ing You Tonight”, etc. filth, etc., filth, good times. Anyways I don’t recall what I ordered (conveniently, bwaha!) but I do remember issuing a muscular straight face when Mr. Date ordered the “Please Bend Me Over”. No pause, this happened. It threw me off a bit: Huh? Is this a request? Maybe it’s just a verbal fumble? To this day I still don’t know what to make of that moment but the uncertainty caused my gaydar to join us for dinner that night. Strong.
Yes, I admit it my female gaydar can be overly sensitive at times, as for a lot of other women. We can easily have a gaydar-activation-now moment for lesser causes, like for ordering a “girly” drink such as an Apple Martini! Two co-hosts of mine (*cough, cough* Front Street) actually gave a close male friend of ours a mean side eye as he tried to rationalize his way out of that one. Ha!
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