I sure had a T ->-bleeped-<- last night. With my domestic life imploding, I have taken some solace in the alternative lifestyle club scene that has become my social life. I was just doing my dancing thing by myself, when this guy jumped in and started dancing with me very enthusiastically. I accommodated him by trying to dance with him, but his pace was little frantic for my taste. He was drunk, and I could tell he liked me. He called me "beautiful" several times, and I am thinking "Oh oh, I have been down this path already with another guy a while back". We go out on the back patio and talk. He tells me he travels all over the world and he "would like to take me to Europe". I have heard that one before as well. They always want to take you to Europe.
He then makes it very clear he is there for sex. Well, I am not, but I am there for a little validation, so I gently probe what he likes. In an alternative lifestyle friendly club, where everybody stands is a perfectly legit subject of early stage discussion. And he absolutely ruins the validation for me by indicating he is a gay top into gay male bottoms. I have heard that one as well, and my thought process always goes to conclusion that he sees me exactly that way. That is anti validation in my present mental state.
Well, he offers to buy me a drink several times, which I refuse. I simply say I have had my share and have a long drive home, which I actually do. Then we are joined by his male friend, which I took to mean a real friend rather than a lover. I saw him as the gay equivalent of this T ->-bleeped-<-'s wing man. The ->-bleeped-<- gets up to dance with somebody else, and his friend probes my interest. I make it very clear I am not interested in sex with anybody. I use the excuse I have to get up for work really early the next morning and will need to leave very soon. The wing man then says. "Don't lead him on". He gets sort of pissed when that happens". Oh oh, the Twilight Zone theme song starts starts playing in my head, and I realize this is getting really creepy. I have turned down his offer of drinks and told him I need to leave soon. "Lead him on", wow, simply wow. I excuse myself to go to the lady's room, which fortunately is near the front door, and I sneak out. I watch in the my rear view mirror leaving the adjacent parking ramp. I felt totally skeezed out by that, but I felt something else. I felt what it was like to be a CIS female in that situation. When I started this, I never thought that would be something I would ever experience. It has its own reward in a strange way.
Back home at about midnight last night. This Little Red Riding Hood is just happy to have survived a big bad wolf.
