When in Rome

Jon and I were shopping at Diesel the other day for some sweet designer jeans. Upon finding the perfect pair of skinnys, the gay gentleman who was helping us, Michael, led us to the dressing rooms. Naturally, Jon and I went into the same dressing room in order to critique the pieces we were trying on. After I closed the door to the dressing room, Michael said, "No funny business in there, guys! But if you do, please leave the door open!" This comment was followed by uproarious laughter from the other gay workers as well as various patrons waiting for a dressing room.

This is not the first time I've been confused as being a gay fellow. This stems from the fact that I'm so good at interacting with other gay fellows (or because of my twink-like appearance). The reason I'm so good at interacting with gays is because I spend the large majority of my time with my sweet girlfriend, Jenn. And if she were a guy, she'd be the gayest man who's ever lived.

I'm also a big believer of "when in Rome, do as the Romans do." On Saturday nights, Jenn and I frequent Pandas, our favorite Chinese restaurant, which is located in the heart of the gay district. It's an ideal location for people watching. Last Saturday, as we were walking to Pandas, a gay fellow said, "Oh, I love those Toms", referring to my liberal and stylish loafers. Then his partner glanced at them and shreiked, "ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" to echo his partner's sentiments. "Thanks guuuuuys," I responded. It occurred to me immediately afterwards that the tone I used was incredibly gay.

Stay tuned for more pointless posts as WJW dives deeper and deeper into irrelevancy.