100happywords: 94. The Best Ones




A few weeks earlier I’d gone out dancing with friends and I couldn’t get over how incredibly friendly the guys were. Eventually it dawned on me – they thought I was a guy and were hitting on me.

In my 30 years of visiting gay bars, this was new.

So on this night, in a bar full of lesbians, when I saw the eyes of a group of men look me up and down, I knew I’d again been mistaken for a young twink.

Their error realised as I passed with one sighing, “Ohh, all the best ones are lesbians”.


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