soooo... i'm riding up southwest freeway, exit shepard, left on rice street (or something like that), do a round about onto montrose street... and get to a bar with my radio blarring the new "learn chinese" song (which is the shiznit by the way) and the windows rolled down. i get out the car with my diesel jacket, ben sherman shirt, 2-xist pants, old school boks, and... mixmatched socks. anyway... i'm lookin' sharper than a muth. I get in, immediately buy a beer (would have gotten my fav... a gibson... but it would have been a rough ride home), make a stroll around the place to get noticed, find a spot to stand, light a cigarette and enjoy some unusually good karaoke singers. passer-bys look and stare and i'm like... "oh yeah... that's right m'fer. i still got it". some attractive people glance towards me and keep glancing and glancing and glancing, but got damnit... they don’t say anything (i never have the nerve to). but someone finally does... and who is it?... someone that i don’t find physically attractive. "man, you are soooo attractive", "what’s yo name", "can I get dem digits", "your smile is lightin' up da room", "sorry i'm starring, but you are just soooo fine."... that’s what I had to listen too all night. WTF?!? the guy's personality was pret-ty schity. i'm standing there smiling the whole time because i’m thinking how lame this person is (i'm being mean... sorry). this person looked like a cross between carl winslow and sloth from the goonies, but looks aren't the defining characteristic that makes me think that someone is attractive, so I wanted to give this person the benefit of the doubt. to be nice i gave the same compliments. i ended up giving out my cellphone number... that I got disconnected when i moved from atlanta. that way when he calls he will get the "sorry, but this person is not receiving calls right now" message and hopefully the person will think that i just have the phone turned off. i know... i'm a b*stard, but hell i don't want to talk to this person. unfortunately this person is probably going to keep calling and calling and eventually get the point that i gave out a bum number. with my luck i'll probably run into the guy again when i go out (which is usually once a month... at the most). screw that... the guy said that he was a rocket fan (which was the only positive), so with my luck he'd probably be a member of this site and read this thread. sorry if this is "too gay" for you, but what are some of the methods that you guys/gals use to turn someone down or what are some of your come-off lines. the "i have a girlfriend" or "i'm gay" lines would probably make the girls want you more. what else?... blatantly burp or scratch your ass in their presence? what do you say?
for a girl I'd say use Baqui's "Pooper" line, but for you I'm not sure.... If that doesn't turn her off, then you gotta marry her.
This reminds me of a funny, ongoing story... There's this gay dude who is moving into my 'hood once he finishes remodeling his house. Well, he came up to me, drunk, at a neighborhood 'party'. I had no idea who he was and wasn't exactly sure he was gay. I could tell he was from California off the bat because of his FAB-O-LUSCIOUS style. Anyway, he wanted me to go with him and a few of his 'friends' to see how his house was doing. I would have gone just for the house because, and I'm not gay or anything, that house is just thuper!!! To his dismay, I was let off the hook and took a raincheck. Then I bumped into him yesterday at the grand opening of (the FAB-O-LOUS) Publix. I was as nice as could be; he was obviously flirting with me. I find it really funny. I ended up being super-nice to him and made him keep a lead on me. I want to see how far this will go. The only problem is he's at least 15 years older than me. HAHAHA When I told my mother of this her quote was, "Why would he want a teenager when he has plenty of other men his age?" I 'can't wait' to see him again. Any advice? (I DON'T want any from you Baqui)
oops was that you? sorry if i came on too strong, baby, but you were just looking sooo hot tonight. so what's your real number?
I've learned that gay people.... for the most part, are very reasonable, and know when to let a sleeping dog lie. That said, when I was 18-20, I had SEVERAL disturbing phone calls from gay men who had been "viewing me from afar." type of crap at my apt. complex. Nothing is worse than coming in at 2:00 and having a guy leave a message about how good-looking you are. Either way, I'm ugly now, so it doesn't matter.
I think it is much worse to get strung along than just to get a polite rejection. You don't have to laugh in the guy's face, and it is nice that you talked to him for a while, but once you were sure it wasn't going anyplace, it would have been nice to just say you don't feel any chemistry between you and it was nice meeting him, but you are not interested.
I usually just say "Sorry I have a boyfriend/girlfriend/whatever" or "I'm a dyke." What drives me crazy though are the ones who just won't take no for an answer. I'm sorry, but random 50 year old guys at used auto part places hitting on me is just not ok.
I used to hang out at this coffee house on Montrose (Crossroads) with a few gay friends who would meet their boyfriends up there. Because of the company I kept, people would often think I was gay and come on to me. At first, I wasn't able to pick up the subtleties of non-feminine flirting, so I ended up leading a few folks on. So for me, "Oh man, sorry. I'm not gay. I didn't...I mean you...well, I'm not gay" usually worked. But you should just be honest.
Not to be rude, but I've never met a gay man who was interested in sports at all. This was the oddest thing about this thread to me. Oh, and the Jin song is OK. But the chorus is wack.
well then....you have just seen two gay sports fans post in this thread..and my favorite cousin is also a huge sports fan...and he is gay.. thowing out sweeping generalizations = bad OS... just a simple, "No thanks..Im not interested" would have been sufficient. To actually give out them digits(even if fake) is a sign of interest to the pursuer.
When I lived in austin and didn't have my mini-michelin man gut, I used to get hit on by gay guys on the drag all the time, even when I was holding hands with my then girlfriend, now wife. Most didn't care, they just wanted to say something. One said "What are you doing with her honey?" Whenever I get hit on at work, (I work with co-eds, he he) I just point to my weddign ring, that usually stops them.
Well, if you quit tying your shirt over your stomach they wouldnt do that. OS, Just like your thread title 'sorry...not interested', would have let him no that you werent interested.
Omega, What you should have done was order drinks and sat down at a table with him. Once the drinks were served, you should gulp and make as many noises as possible while drinking. And if that wasn't good enough, pick your nose or something.
Then, after all that you stand up, pose threateningly and continuously deadpan Matrix-esque quotes: "I am Morpheus. What is.... the Matrix? I must find... the One. It is... my mission." Do this for ten to fifteen minutes so that it goes beyond the "what the heck is this guy doing?" phase into the uncomfortable "holy crap, maybe we should call the police" phase. Then, turn around, flap your trenchcoat (I assume you were wearing one even though your post explicitly states you were wearing something else) and stride out with a purpose. That would rule and I guarantee he won't be calling you.
