So, there's a certain nice-on-the-eyes personality at my local gym that constantly makes it a point to comment on my physique, make comments about the frequency with which he masturbates, sex, and ironically enough about women ad nauseum.
It is both flattering and yet annoying to see someone so completely out of touch with his sexuality which I am rather convinced is gay, due his at times somewhat effeminate and not too conventional gender expression.
Despite the fact that I am learned enough to know that these constructs and social expectations have little to do with sexual identity and so should know better than to take these fluid cues as a recipe or excuse to stereotype anyone.
Then again, he just might be a full fledge transvestite at night who's testing the waters.
No way of really knowing as of yet.
Today, after the ritual glorification of my body, which if I may add is nothing in comparison to his 5'10" 180lbs own and the weaving here and there of the objectification of the feminine sex, he made a comment that left him completely open to pun and one that I just could not pass.
As I am putting on my jacket to leave home, he beings the following conversation:
He: "Is that it? You're going home already?"
Me: "Yeah man that's enough for me."
He: " Wow! That was like a doctor's visit. In & out." (Not at my practitioners office I'm thinking.)
Me: "Really? Do you go to the Proctologist a lot."
He: "What!? No. Why?"
Me: " Oh, because apparently your experience at the doctor's seems to be a very quick one which only consist of an in and out."
He: "lol..No. I hate the proctologist."
Me: " Really? Maybe he's just using the wrong type of lube."
He: (turns red & giggles) "Don't go. Stay and work out [back] with me"
???????
Me: "No, I am going home, that's it for me."
He: "AWWW"...(bottom lip pouts)
End.
WTF? I am perturbed...He's got stealth anti gaydar powers or something.
ARGH!!!
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