It was then that I feel a couple gentle pats on my ass and fat man who was around 6'4 and 280 pounds saying "good game" to me. I looked up to him to see him staring right back at me. So, I said what just about any man would say at that point: "What the fuck!?!?" He said, "It's not gay if you say 'good game.'" To which I exclaimed as I walked away, "Well, it's a little gay, isn't it?"
I think this guy was looking for a fight or something because if he kept doing that, I would say he would be likely to find someone ready to fight. I'm not homophobic, but it turns out I really don't like gentle pats on my ass from strangers. I guess I never knew that until someone did it to me. He said "good game," and that statement goes along with one slap with decent force. That I might have been put off by too, but I wouldn't have felt . . . violated.
|These guys both thought he had a good game.|
So into the beer festival, feeling a little icky, but after a few samples I had forgotten all about the man-on-man sexual harassment I had encountered moments before.
If there are any lessons here they might be as follows:
1. Don't pat the rear ends of anyone you don't know. If you have developed a bond with someone new and you just shared a victory in a sporting even or even watched one on television, then maybe, but still no. Saying good game and doing an ass pat on someone you never met and shared no experiences with is just weird and creepy, so don't do it.
2. Try the Chocolate Peanut Butter Porter by Horny Goat Brewing Company. It's absolutely delicious and helps you forget things.
Good game, readers.