I’ve always been completely oblivious to
when women have flirted or shown any interest in me. Gay men (particularly ones
who would hit on the clerk of a porn store) tend to be a little more, shall we
say, direct.
This particular incident took place during one of my last official overnight shifts. I didn’t pay much attention to the regulars who used the jerk-off booths in the back and as a result, they didn’t pay much attention to me. This night, there was a new face, a chubby, older guy in his 50s who kept coming up to get ones for the machines. I knew there was no way he was using all of his ones and he smiled at me, rather creepily every time he came up with another five to break. I ignored him, hoping he would just go away.
On the third visit to the counter, he asked me if there was a place in town, “Where guys go to meet other guys.” (I assume he meant, “Where guys go to MEAT other guys.”) I told him about a park across the way where I had heard was the local hook-up spot (see recent entry Sex vs. Sick). He thanked me for this info, his change and went back to the booths.
Within 10 minutes he was back for more ones. (I should point out that the video booths give you 4 minutes per dollar. The 50 ones that I have given to him in the course of an hour were not used up.) He put another $5 bill on the counter and mumbled something that sounded vaguely like, “You’re very attractive.” I gave a confused grunt and he stepped back from the counter getting redder and redder. His five ones were sitting on the counter, but he just stood in place, staring at his feet. The uncomfortable feeling that rose through my feet and up my spine was like a river of snot making me feel like I was being sucked-on by a chain-smoker. It wasn’t that he was hitting on me, it was that he wouldn’t go away.
After what seemed like 15 minutes, he finally got his strength up and spoke a little louder, “Do you ever go to the park?”
I had a number of options at this point. I could have gotten angry, threatened to beat him up and kicked him out of the store. I could have ignored the statement, walked into the back room and waited for him to leave. I could have yelled back a diatribe about how I wasn’t gay and even if I was, I certainly wouldn’t screw a creepy old fuck that hits on strangers in porn stores.
In the end (pun intended), I chose to laugh and respond with an exaggerated, “Nooooooooooo….”
He replied, “That’s too bad. You’re very attractive.” I completely lost it at that point and burst out laughing, trying to say, “Thank you,” and amusing myself with a pipe catalog until he walked away.
The saddest thing is that I felt bad for him. If he comes on to a stranger like this, he’s probably gotten his ass kicked a number of times. He’s looking for companionship in an all-night porn store and evidentially very determined. He seemed like a lonely, little man looking for “love” in “all the wrong places.”
On the other hand, he could have been a family man with 5 kids and a wife, visiting Mankato on business and just looking for a young trick to suck him off.
You just never know.
This particular incident took place during one of my last official overnight shifts. I didn’t pay much attention to the regulars who used the jerk-off booths in the back and as a result, they didn’t pay much attention to me. This night, there was a new face, a chubby, older guy in his 50s who kept coming up to get ones for the machines. I knew there was no way he was using all of his ones and he smiled at me, rather creepily every time he came up with another five to break. I ignored him, hoping he would just go away.
On the third visit to the counter, he asked me if there was a place in town, “Where guys go to meet other guys.” (I assume he meant, “Where guys go to MEAT other guys.”) I told him about a park across the way where I had heard was the local hook-up spot (see recent entry Sex vs. Sick). He thanked me for this info, his change and went back to the booths.
Within 10 minutes he was back for more ones. (I should point out that the video booths give you 4 minutes per dollar. The 50 ones that I have given to him in the course of an hour were not used up.) He put another $5 bill on the counter and mumbled something that sounded vaguely like, “You’re very attractive.” I gave a confused grunt and he stepped back from the counter getting redder and redder. His five ones were sitting on the counter, but he just stood in place, staring at his feet. The uncomfortable feeling that rose through my feet and up my spine was like a river of snot making me feel like I was being sucked-on by a chain-smoker. It wasn’t that he was hitting on me, it was that he wouldn’t go away.
After what seemed like 15 minutes, he finally got his strength up and spoke a little louder, “Do you ever go to the park?”
I had a number of options at this point. I could have gotten angry, threatened to beat him up and kicked him out of the store. I could have ignored the statement, walked into the back room and waited for him to leave. I could have yelled back a diatribe about how I wasn’t gay and even if I was, I certainly wouldn’t screw a creepy old fuck that hits on strangers in porn stores.
In the end (pun intended), I chose to laugh and respond with an exaggerated, “Nooooooooooo….”
He replied, “That’s too bad. You’re very attractive.” I completely lost it at that point and burst out laughing, trying to say, “Thank you,” and amusing myself with a pipe catalog until he walked away.
The saddest thing is that I felt bad for him. If he comes on to a stranger like this, he’s probably gotten his ass kicked a number of times. He’s looking for companionship in an all-night porn store and evidentially very determined. He seemed like a lonely, little man looking for “love” in “all the wrong places.”
On the other hand, he could have been a family man with 5 kids and a wife, visiting Mankato on business and just looking for a young trick to suck him off.
You just never know.
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