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One of my first jobs was at a department store, when I was young and naive. It took me months to figure out that this older guy who liked to hang out with me actually had the hots for me. The dude was creepy, too... his eyes didn't quite point the right way, and he wasn't all there mentally. He looked like a big, fat, bald poster boy for sweaty perverts everywhere.
Once I realized that his "friendliness" was in fact some bizarre form of NAMBLA-sponsored flirting, my skin crawled a few laps around my body, and I made sure to minimize contact with him from then on. He got even stranger then, and started following me places. It was a hoot. I disentangled myself from the inopportune employment, and he quickly became but an unpleasant memory.
There have been a few other times where men have seemed suspiciously over-fascinated with me, but nothing worth mentioning. I guess that's just the price to pay when you're as gooooood looking as I am. *cough*
I have no problem with gay men, but I can't grasp their motivations. Lesbians? Sure! If I were a woman, I'd be a lesbian. But what kind of guy picks dudes over chicks? Observe as my mind boggles.
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