j/c
wow. This thread sure has veered. Guess it was destined to not take a "straight" path, eh?
I meet lots of interesting and eccentric people all the time on my job. (I work in the local Arts Community, and am recognizable because of that job.) Many times, I'm required to spend time at this Art Show opening, or this reception or that. EVERYONE- even mega-rich old-ass farts get drunk and hit on each other at these soirees. The local GBLT community is much more open in this arena than in many other walks of life, and I run into them all the time. Sometimes, they're members of the mega-rich Old Farts community, too! Closet doors opening and slammin' shut
all the time.
It really does make for some fun gossip between me and my colleagues.
I can tell you this much: getting hit on by some drunkass 68-year-old socialite when her husband is 40 ft. away is no less uncomfortable than getting hit on by some drunkass 20-year old gay male dancer from the local ballet company. Ditto for all the men and women who fall between these two extremes. It sucks all the way around... especially when all you wanted to do was hang out with your posse and chow down on some free Christal and Beluga. (**buuurrrrrrp!**... "Thanks! uh- gotta run..."
)
The last time some gay dude hit on me at one of those parties, I was polite, told him I was straight married and happy... and suggested he try his luck elsewhere. Dude didn't want to take no... "You only say that because you haven't been with
me," -stuff like that.
Without raising my voice or getting ugly, I drew him aside, dropped my voice so noone else could hear, and stated to him (in a matter-of-fact way): "Look- I told you I don't swing in your direction, and I don't. Even if I did, I'd still have the same standards that I do now- and you simply wouldn't make the cut. Your game is weak, you try too hard, and you reek of desperation. It's a real turn-off, for anybody. Excuse me now- I've spent enough of my evening with you, and I'm going to spend the rest of it with people I know and like."
After that, I was able to enjoy the rest of the party with my friends... and I never saw him again.
It was uncomfortable, but not unmanageable. I didn't call him names, but I didn't show any encouragement, either. When I got blunt, he got the message. If he had persisted, my next move would have been to excuse myself, and then calmly find a member of security personnel to quitely deal with him.
There's almost always a non-confrontational way to deal with situations like this... if you keep your head about you in public. As for the subject of this article- whatever his involvement, Brady Quinn needs to consider adopting this approach, and avoid (at all costs) scenes that involve stuff like police intervention... I don't care (...or care to know...)
what the circumstances are. It's HIS responsibility to protect his profile, for as long as he's in the public eye.
By the way... in case you're wondering, the horny drunk Old Broads usually give up faster than the horny drunk young gay guys... they have earlier bedtimes, and leave the party first...
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