The other day at the gym, the same guy that asked me to coffee to hang out with his fiance and her friends worked out beside me again. We were on the treadmill and I had worked up a pretty good sweat, so I definitely was not in the mood to go out afterward. I just wanted a shower and to come home and relax.
As he stepped off his treadmill he asked me if I would like to join him and his buddies for happy hour. I was thinking to myself, does this guy not have any friends that he can hang out with? Why does he keep asking a stranger to tag along? But I also remembered one of our first conversations when I told him that I was new in town and that I didn’t have a social life. So then my thoughts turned from wonder, back to thoughts that most people are just friendly given the chance.
I told him that I wasn’t in the mood to go out and that I didn’t drink. He smiled and joked that this was a good thing because on some nights he and his friends could use a sober buddy to censor their behavior and to also taxi them home. I thanked him again for the invite but told him that I wasn’t in the mood to go out. I then pointed out two guys in a corner and said that I had seen them in here before, maybe he could get them to go out.
He then said and I quote “Oh, those guys are fags”. The “f” word made a gonging sound that reverberated through my head. It actually echoed and pushed against my brain matter. Making the conversation even more unbearable he said “I don’t mind faggidity (is that even a word), but you know it was going to be a guys night out”.
I then told him that what he said wasn’t very nice and he apologized saying something like “oh yeah, that wasn’t very politically correct of me, was it”.
I told him that it was indeed brutal, rude, and uneducated. I then said, “you know, only a spade could call himself a spade and even then it can be insulting”.
Again he said something about not having anything against the gay lifestyle, but he used the word “homosexness”. He even said he just leaves most gay people alone.
So I said “well then I’m a spade”.
This comment flew right over his head. After I had said this, he said something like “hey you are actually up to a light jog on this thing, good for you”. And he looked over the bar/protector and checked to see how far I had gone.
“Almost up to five miles, awesome” he said in a congratulatory tone. “Alright, if you change your mind, my buddies and I will be at ———- across from the mall”.
He gave me a high five and then walked out of the gym. As he did, I saw him glance at the two guys working out together. I am not sure if many of you remember, but one of the guys was a guy from one of my posts (in the old blog). He was the guy that kept trying to start a conversation with me (the one with the beautiful eyes), but I was trying to stay under the radar and didn’t reciprocate.
As I walked out, Mr. Beautiful Eyes smiled and told me to have a good evening. His buddy whispered (but audibly) “Eeew he’s so short and a bit chunky”. I stopped, kept myself from walking over and knocking him out, and then went out the door. As I passed by the window, I smiled again at Mr. Beautiful Eyes and waved. He smiled again and waved back.