There was a gay guy hanging out in the lobby after his movie ended at the theatre while I was locking up. At least I assume he was gay from the fishnet stockings and makeup, though I guess he could have just been an efeminite transvestite.
I didn't pay him much mind. I was finishing closing, switching things off and locking doors when he asked if we had a lost and found. He said he'd lost a black and silver necklace at a movie a while ago. Then he gave me a look like he was expecting some kind of reaction. Something more than, "Okay, I'll go see if anything's been turned in."
Something similar happened last week when I was picking up Dylan at his appartment, which he shares with a lesbian couple. The girls were talking in their room with the door open while I waited, saying things along the lines of, "I can't get up with your legs wrapped around me." It could have been pillow-talk, but they were talking a little loudly. Then one of them came out with the same expectant expression.
It was like they'd said, "Yes that's right, we're gay. Now the ball is in your court." I'm not sure what they were hoping for, but I got the impression they were disappointed by my lack of reaction.
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