The Notorious G.A.Y.

So last Friday my best friend Danny and I see Slumdog Millionaire (loved it) and decide to grab a bite at the delicious pizza place located in the same plaza as the theatre. There was only one table available and it was right by the door where crowds form, so we opt to sit at the bar. Just so happens that the waitress serving those of us at the bar is extremely attractive. Some might even say she's hot. Would I say this? Yes. Yes I would. As a surprise to me, her and I exchange unusually large smiles with one another upon initial eye contact. I don't think too much into it, but as the night continues, the occurrence of eye contact between us increases, and each instance is shared with what appear to be flirtatious smiles. Now I'm starting to get a little caught off guard because women never do this kind of thing to me. Then we start engaging one another in conversation. Every time she comes back to us, we exchange more than the typical, "How is everything? – It's great, thank you" conversation. We talk about movies we've seen, what schools we went to, where we're from, etc. etc. Nothing too out there, but these conversations coupled with the smiles that seem to show some sort of interest on her part are enough to make me think this girl might actually be flirting with me. So whereas I normally continue to be the nice, quiet guy as opposed to an aggressor in these situations, I choose to act different this time. I knew if I didn't try to get something going with this girl that I would leave the restaurant disappointed because I didn't do more. So near the end of the meal we're talking about movies and I ask her what movie she wants to see next. She says Notorious. I was quite literally just telling Danny that I'd like to see that movie, so I tell her this. Now, I'm not an expert on reading openings, but I was pretty sure she was giving me one when she said, "Yeah, I really want to see that…." in a tone that seemed to very much be expectant of a reply. So I decide to take it as an opening and I ask her if she wants to see it with me. (As a side note, Danny is in the restroom during this particular conversation, so he didn't witness the game that is me to its full extent.) She sounds interested, but says she's not able to go that night because she works. I ask if I should give her a call so we can find a time and she asks me to leave my number instead. So that may have been a sign right there of a lack of interest.

Long story short, it's been about a week now and she hasn't called, and I no longer expect her to call. This obviously leads me to believe that there was no real interest on her part to begin with. So now a few thoughts are running through my head. Was this girl just extremely nice and enjoyed striking up conversation with customers of a similar age? Perhaps she was just after a good tip. (She was gonna get more than just the tip from me! (Ok, I never make innuendos like that, but how could I pass that one up?!)) Maybe these were the case, but after reliving the dinner in my head, I've come to the only logical conclusion: She definitely thought I was gay. Now I'm not trying to flatter myself by coming to this conclusion thinking that it couldn't possibly be because she didn't think I was attractive or fun. Believe you me, I know how goofy and unappealing I look to women, and I do believe this contributed to her decision not to call me. But I'm realizing in hindsight that she was VERY comfortable with the two of us from the moment we walked in. Why? Because she thought we were a gay couple, and as two gay men, she had no reason to feel threatened or concerned that one of us would hit on her. In case you don't know, Danny is openly gay, and while he's not the most flamboyant homosexual on the planet, I think most people can determine his sexuality after only spending a brief amount of time with him. (Though I'll be the first to admit that I often act more gay (gayer? homosexualer?) than Danny. I just don't have sex with men.) So the fact that I was there with a gay man might have led her to believe that I too was gay and we were there as a couple, on a date. (For the record, it WAS a man-date, but not a gay date. Gay date's with Danny are for Saturday night's only, this was a Friday). Also, as I look back to the exact moment when I told her that I'd be down to go see Notorious with her if she was interested I realize that her response was, "Really??" followed by a slight hesitation before she said, "Ok…but not tonight, I have to work." Now this "Really?" while at the time I thought was out of surprise and joy that I took the opening and asked her out, I now realize was her complete shock that either a.) she was being asked out by a gay man or b.) I was in fact, not gay after all, as she had originally thought. It also probably didn't help that I told her I cried at the end of Slumdog Millionare. I didn't even cry though, so I don't know why I told her this. But regardless, I guarantee she thought I was gay and I am beyond hopeful that she will still call me out of pure curiosity. And if she does, you better believe I'm gonna ask her if she thought I was gay. And oh how I hope she says yes. And if she doesn't call, looks like it's another night in Danny's bed for me.