When I got my first "straight" job, that is a job not related to hustling or tending bar at a gay club, there was a woman in the office who was a definite crotch watcher. I've always been partial to 501 Levis. They fit me rather well, even in my old age. I wore them to work until they began to fade, then I'd buy more pairs. I had plenty of 501's in my wardrobe. This coworker did everything in her unsubtle way to get me to hit on her. She would brush up against me in elevators, talk about her sexual exploits with me (indicating that I was welcome to fuck her), and would call me at home for stupid reasons -- any reason -- just to get my attention. The fact that I was gay didn't phase her. However, her constant attentions did piss off my lover at the time who, I might add, was a much better catch. This was all happening when the Equal Rights Amendment (still a good idea) was all the rage. Other coworkers were well aware of how annoying I found this female crotch hound and a couple of them met with my boss on my behalf. My employer was made aware of this woman coming on to me all of the time, despite the fact that I was gay and had no interest. ERA or no ERA, the time was ripe for my boss to take action and get the bitch fired. I felt sorry for her. She was obviously lonely and would have been a great match for the right cunt hound who couldn't get enough. But he would have to be packin', too, to keep her satisifed.
My boss, a straight Mill Valley-type husband who drove an Oldsmobile Cutlas Station Wagon, had my back and I'm glad he did. The coworker, although fired, was given another job for equal pay in another part of city government. Oy! What a pain that person was. There are some people in this world who just cannot imagine that no really means no. I'm certain there are women who can relate.
And the last time I was at the local whore house in Wells, Nevada on July 4th (they always hold an open house for the "community" at this particular brothel -- there are only two brothels, so you'll have to guess which one). Everyone over 18 is welcome; wives as well as husbands. You can imagine how many wives ever show up (0). The owner offers up a free barbecue, but you have to pay for well drinks and beer. There was a rather soft (almost fat) voluptuous working girl in a baby-doll night gown who took a great interest in me when she saw me get into the outdoor hot tub. I told her, loud enough so everyone could hear, "Sorry, honey. I'm gay." To which she responded, "That's OK. I'm into being kinky." Well, I wasn't -- at least not that afternoon. She did everything she could think of to get me hard. The more she tried the less interest I had. Eventually, I said goodbye to my friends and neighbors, grabbed my clothes and tried to escape. She followed me down the maize of mirrored hallways trying to stop me. By the time I made it to the front bar she tried the opposite approach threatening to claim I tried to rape her if I didn't fuck her. Fortunately the owner is a good friend and knows me VERY well. Secondly, there was absolutely no evidence on the 24-hour video surveillance tapes that I had attempted anything but escape her chasing after me.
Some people's children. Sigh. :frown1: