Here follows the tale of how a close-minded co-worker ruined my happy hour and almost frustrated me to the point of coming out as trans:
Yesterday we got out of work early for the holiday weekend and a bunch of us went to a bar for happy hour.
We were all having a lot of fun. I was talking most of the time to one of my co-workers who is openly gay. We were having a good talk about work and whatever. He bought a round of shots. I bought him a beer as a thank you and then a round of shots for whoever was left.
Out of nowhere, he started asking me what I had against him. Why I always treat him so crappy? Am I really as open minded as I was saying I was? This totally caught me off guard of course since I never treated him poorly or even cared enough to.
The odd thing was that he kept trying to make me out to be a homophobe against him. Obviously not the case.
He knows my roommate. She used to work with us. He also knows she's gay. And yet...
(When I told her this story, her first reaction was, "Does he know we live together?")
He then started asking me if I wanted to ever get married and have kids. I told him that wasn't really any of his business but admitted that I was discussing it with my therapist. He then wanted to know what I was seeing a therapist about (again, none of his f'n business) and told me that I should feel that I could come to him with any problems. Huh? Was he trying to get me to come out to him? I don't know.
After the bar we all went for coffee and he continued his preaching. This time he was talking to me and one of our former co-workers. He kept blaming the 2 of us for his hardships and claiming that we judge him because he's "so ->-bleeped-<-gy." (sorry if that offended anyone, I'm just quoting him.) I mean, he was talking way too loud, the baristas were enjoying the show and I was feeling embarrassed.
Before we split for the night I tried to diffuse things and just told him that I can't imagine what he's gone through, but at the same time, he has no idea what I'm going through.
It did occur to me that I could tell him about my GID and figure he'd understand but then I thought that he didn't deserve to know, especially when no one else did, yet. I owe it to more important people in my life to be told long before I tell him.