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"I mean, I don't blame them, but it's not like I had a choice," I continued thinking to myself while mindlessly nodding along to what my fifth date was saying. Once everyone had registered, our organizer separated us into our respective groups. Whereas I tried to look as though I had just gotten off my fancy job as a writer, a majority of the men looked as though they had just left their shift at Aeropostale. Why were they dressed like that dude from high school who always tries to sell you knives when you run into him every trip back home?
The “community” is extremely fractured and it took years to get them rallied together in support of this.
There are so many groups within the “community” — twinks, bears, leather guys, gym queens, etc. Seriously, if you walk into a bar that isn’t dominated by your “group” and/or body type, you’ll be damn lucky if anyone other than the bartender talks to you.
What usually worked well was to compliment the guy on his clothes: “Hey, nice sneakers” or “Cool T-shirt.” I suppose before the pick-up line there might have been some exchange of eye contact, but more often I would just go right up to a guy before he even saw me and tell him I liked his shoes.
A friend of mine told me the other day the shoe line wasn’t so great—but me, a cute, skinny 20-year old walking up to big muscle guys in their 30s and telling them I liked their shoes, that was probably hard to say no to.