Corn Dogs and a Gay Guy

Ruther Glen, Virginia. I just had a funny encounter. There was a gay guy flirting with me in the fuel isle. Just for the record, I'm not gay, but I'm not freaked out by gay guys flirting with me. I view it largely in the same light as a woman I'm not attracted to flirting with me.

Anyway, I pulled out of the fuel isle and drove around, and wound up parking near the fuel isle because I wanted to take a good picture of the sign you see here, that says “Enter Behind Lube.” I figure that's a good rule of thumb, and is a message that we should try to get out to our more forgetful friends.

Anyway, I bought a couple of corn dogs. Just as I started to eat one, I noticed that the gay guy was in the truck next to me, watching with rapt attention. So I figured “what the hell?” I gave him a show. I've had enough women eat phallic-shaped objects around me to know how it's done. When I finished the second corn dog, I looked over there. He laughed and fanned himself with his log book. Then I waved and got the hell out of there.

Okay, ladies. I understand your power trip now. There's something oddly satisfying about knowing you can get a stranger all worked up, while never having any intention of giving them a chance to do anything about it.

I know any guys who are reading this will be weirded out by the encounter, and are probably beginning to wonder about me. I find that just about as funny. People should really relax.