{"id":2423,"date":"2015-01-29T08:45:08","date_gmt":"2015-01-29T07:45:08","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=2423"},"modified":"2015-01-29T08:49:08","modified_gmt":"2015-01-29T07:49:08","slug":"the-10th-sign","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/damiengaleone.com\/?p=2423","title":{"rendered":"The 10th Sign"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/confused.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"  wp-image-2424 alignleft\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/confused-300x167.jpg?resize=302%2C168&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"confused\" width=\"302\" height=\"168\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/confused.jpg?resize=300%2C167&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/damiengaleone.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/confused.jpg?w=620&amp;ssl=1 620w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 302px) 100vw, 302px\" \/><\/a>I recently came across an article entitled <em>9 Signs You\u2019re in a Gay Bar.<\/em> The article pointed out that there is no women\u2019s room, but there are drunken bachelorette parties and something called <em>cruising<\/em>.<\/p>\n<p>It mentioned some chap named Nick Jonas and his rock hard abs, and loads of other clich\u00e9d, yet ubiquitous, features of a gay bar.<\/p>\n<p>But the 10th sign that you\u2019re in a gay bar is that I\u2019m there and I look confused.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s not what you think.<\/p>\n<p>Well, maybe it is what you think.<\/p>\n<p>How the hell do I know what you\u2019re thinking?<\/p>\n<p><!--more-->For some reason, I have the ability to end up in a gay bar without realizing it\u2019s a gay bar. I have a drink, marvel at the friendly people, the cut off shorts, the mesh. I might even hit on the two most masculine people in the place who happen to be players on the women\u2019s rugby team. And I haven\u2019t a clue. It\u2019s a talent.<\/p>\n<p>It\u2019s not a recent talent, either. I have been doing this for twenty years.<\/p>\n<p>My first gay bar experience was in high school. I was walking to the subway, needed change to buy a token and wandered into the first door where I saw a non-scowling face. The man behind the bar was friendly, asked what I needed. He took no end in delighting about my maroon backpack, my corduroy jacket, and my clip on tie.<\/p>\n<p>My comedic memory wants the moment of realization to come when I notice he&#8217;s dressed in a leather biker&#8217;s outfit and assless chaps, but I&#8217;m fairly certain now that he was wearing a blue shirt and brown pants. I&#8217;m also sure I left without comedic movie incident. I think I figured it out a few months later when one of my classmates made a highly mature joke on the matter.<\/p>\n<p>My second gay bar upped the ante a bit. Not only did I end up at a gay bar and not know it. I ended up working at a gay bar and didn\u2019t know it. The Frog Pond. The Frog Tree. Something frog-themed. And they had hot wing eating contests every Tuesday night.<\/p>\n<p>Perhaps I never put the obvious two and two together.<\/p>\n<p>The ability to unknowingly end up in specific strange locales is not an unknown phenomenon. I knew a woman in college who often found herself at religious structures in Pittsburgh with no prior knowledge of its existence. Another guy used to end up at a car wash anytime he drank Jagrmeister. A fellow teacher in Prague was like the Angel of Death; she always ended up in a place of employment just after someone had died in it. As in, minutes after.<\/p>\n<p>Odd.<\/p>\n<p>My exploits have not been sequestered to America. There have been gay bars stumbled upon in Prague, Nuremberg, and Rome. There was a gay bar in Geneva, where it took three beers, no ladies\u2019 room, rainbow themed wallpaper, and a Welshman translating a drunken scene reenactment of <em>The Cage Au Folles<\/em> for me to get the picture.<\/p>\n<p>So if you walk into a gay bar and see a confused man, as sure as\u00a0H\u00e9ctor Elizondo is the poor man\u2019s Edward James Olmos, it&#8217;s me, and I&#8217;m enjoying a drink and some Kylie Minogue.<\/p>\n<p>And all I ask is that you explain just who the hell Nick Jonas is.<\/p>\n<p><strong>Come clean, Reader! Do you have the propensity to end up in a specific strange locale?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I recently came across an article entitled 9 Signs You\u2019re in a Gay Bar. The article pointed out that there is no women\u2019s room, but there are drunken bachelorette parties and something called cruising. 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