In a way it is strange: Yesterday I went with a (female) friend to G-A-Y, and it was full of …. women. Actually, I was as “guilty” as everyone there in turning a gay club into a hang out for women (and a few men, I should add). After all, just like many gay men,… I have a fag hag.
Although the term “fag hag” still conjures up images of a middle aged woman who hang out with gay men, nothing could be further from the truth. Many “fag hags” (including mine) are really drop dead gorgeous and, if I ever would consider turning straight, she would be everything I ever wanted. Also, she has a boyfriend, and has been together with him for a considerable time, although I still find that somewhat strange. Not that she has one, but rather that the boyfriend has no objections to her hanging out in a room with a lot of sweaty men dancing.
While dancing yesterday I was getting intrigued at the role fag hags can play when matchmaking. Because of my ex, I rarely have been out with her (or other women) alone for a long time. So yesterday, in a way, was a first – and it was, what can I say, an eye opener. We both met at a bar before and had drinks together. Then we moved on to the club, where, without hesitation she could easily speak to any guy around. Of course this made it perfectly easy to start chatting to the guys at the same time, but it did overcome the initial shyness (of which I have plenty!). This resulted in me having met two very nice guys in one night, which given my recent success rate is really pretty good. And yes, before you ask, I did leave with her and no-one else. But I do have two more telephone numbers…
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