  This is an old story. It sounds a bit shallow now, but I was young then. After years of consecutive longterm monogamous relationships I found myself alone, broken, dejected and bitter. Then, one night while out dancing at Tis Was (this was years ago, when it was still fun) I spied this cute pixie girl dancing alone. I made my way towards her. Threw a few gestures her way.
Got the feeling it was ok to dance near her, and proceeded. The dancing started off innocently enough, but with every passing song the intimacy grew. Hands found their way to the other person's waist. Fingertips explored the skin hiding underneath waistbands, then travelled up under the bottom of shirts. Bodies pulled closer together, knees and thighs interlocking, hands moving up around each other's heads, fingers running through hair, faces pulled so close together you start breathing each other's breaths. Eyes only inches apart staring intently as noses start to graze.
Lips parting, one final little pull, bringing the mouths together and finally, a "what the FUCK are you doing? " The pixie wanted nothing to do with my kiss and pushed me away. Shooting dirty glances at me she quickly distanced herself from me. Sad and bitter I made my way back to the bar and watched and she started up again with a different boy. Same sexual dancing. Same teasing sway.
It was unbearable. Eventually he made his way over to where I was at the bar to freshen up his drink. Quite embittered I get his intention and tell him not to waste his time, that she's a fucking tease. He shrugged it off and laughed, insisting that it was going pretty good for him. I rolled my eyes and walked out the door. A couple weeks later I see the girl at Lit.
She approaches me and says I look familiar and asks how I know her. Embarassed by the failed kiss, I deny knowing how and we chat about where we hang out and speculate how we recognize each other. Then, the boy I saw her dancing with comes up and laughs and tells her I am the one who called her a tease. Instantly, she is FURIOUS and starts berating me about how I have no right to label someone I don't know. At first I take it, knowing that she is right, but the venomous words don't stop and my blood starts to boil and I start firing back retorts about how girls like her can't lead men on like that and it starts to get really ugly. Right as tensions are at their highest, when the next word will lead to a drink being thrown in someone's face, my then-roommate interupts us to inform me he's going home and wants to know if I will be leaving with him.
This roommate, he's quite cute and quite the popular local gay boy and when I tell him that I am not leaving, we exchange the usual hug and kisses on each other's cheeks. When I turn back, the look on the pixie's face is that of an epiphany. "Oh my God, I should have seen it! " she says, "You're gay! I mean, you said you worked in fashion. Its so obvious.
" "what? " I reply back. "Here I thought you were just some straight asshole, but if you're gay and you think I am a tease, then I should really listen. " she says. Just relieved that the tension has subsided I nod in agreement and she quickly pulls me over to sit with her. She asks me all about her behavior and what I observed.
She still has not placed me as the boy she had once scorned on the dancefloor. Before long we are laughing and chatting away and I am just BLOWN away by how drastically her attitude towards me has changed since learning I was gay. "Listen," she says. "I need your opinion on something. " "Sure. " "OK, come with me.
" And with that, she takes my arm and whisks me off to the girl's bathroom, pulling me inside and locking the door behind us. "I just bought these new panties, but I'm not sure if I look cute in them. Will you tell me? " "Sure," I reply. She unbuttoms her pants and pulls her jeans down to her knees and spins infront of me, letting stare blatantly at her little pixie body in teeny undies. "Well, what do you think?
" She asks. "They're OK, I guess," I say with an air of disinterest. But what I am thinking as I'm locked in a bathroom with a half-naked pixie is, "this is pure genius Greg, evil genius, but genius. " -To be continued- 
