Lifestyles of the poor and nameless

I apologize if the dates seem disorganized. Now on with the show:

Monday 1/03/05

Straight or not?
Yay! (or "yeah!" depending on how anal you are about spelling. This is the first substantive post of 2005. Long live procrastination!

Today I was hit on by an apparently gay male. I know what you're thinking "why would he hit on you if he was gay?" Friends, I wondered the same thing. Here's how it happened:

I went to the local bank to open an account. *Side note- Commerce Bank is open 24/7. Pretty cool. Too bad their interest rates suck.* There were three female tellers, all Black women. The security guard was a black male. I told one of the tellers that I wanted to open an account and she told me to have a seat. As I was waiting, the security guard (we'll call him "Michael") walks over to me and asks if anyone knew that I was waiting. He goes over to one of the account managers and tells them that I'm waiting. I thanked him and resumed my reading of "Commerce Accounts". He proceeded to strike up a conversation. I noticed that he wasn't "ghetto" like so many of the Black men I'd seen in Trenton. Although I wasn't particularly attracted to him (he gave off a gay vibe and was a little too thin for me), he seemed like a decent person and I really didn't expect to have a long wait, so I obliged. Why did he seem gay? I don't know too many heterosexual men who wear colored contacts. His natural eye color was some shade of brown, but he was wearing these contacts that made his eyes look gray. Strike One. Then, there were his mannerisms.....lots of gesticulation in the stereotypical gay manner. Strike Two. Lastly, there was the way he spoke. I would love to do an impersonation for you, but alas, it's not possible. Take my word for it: he had the speech pattern of a stereotypical gay male. Now, this is not to say that I have a problem with homosexual men. The problem is when they seem like they are trying to flirt with me.

That's the problem with being new to the area. You don't know who's who and it gets boring/lonely not having anyone to talk to or anything to do. Had this occurred in NYC, I might have just ignored him....but since I thought he was gay, I entertained the convo.
FINALLY, the account manager called me. As I'm on my way over, Michael says "make sure you stop by on your way out." Of course, when I'm on my way out, he's standing right in front the door, so I couldn't avoid him. He gives me a slip of paper with his #s and the words "call me anytime", and he says "are you going to call? I like your aura. Have a blessed day!" (I like your 'aura'?! What straight man says that?!) That removed any doubts I may have had about his sexuality. But at least he wasn't scared to say "have a blessed day". I agreed to call--- "hey, he's gay. He must just be friendly" I thought.

*Whew this is long. I'll finish tomorrow.