Bruh!
I laughed because back when I worked in DC / Union Station I was leaving work one evening.
Walked down the stairs onto the street when this dude rolled up on me with:
"Mmmmmm Hmmmmmm You shole is fine Mr. Chocolate"
"I wouldn't mind a piece of that!"
I looked around to see who he was talking to...
"Yeah You Mr. Chocolate!"
Messed my whole head up for a week.
Literally felt like I imagine women feel when cat called on the street by bums.
Wanted to fight right then and there - right in front of my job but I have this irrational fear of HIV /AIDS and always imagine punching a gay dude in the mouth, cutting my fist on his teeth, and showing up looking like Tom Hanks in Philadelphia. (I know - I know).
I was under the assumption that somehow I was giving "gay vibes" so the rest of the week I was EXTRA
hard tough for no reason at all
Just when I was about to have a "When keeping it real goes wrong" moment because a coworker asked me if I wanted a half smoke from the hot dog cart - I realized that I have ZERO control over what someone else sees when they look at me.
Like zero.
All I can do is be me - and let the world be the world.
The next time it happened was at a bar.
Him: "Hey - you sure are a handsome Brother"
Me: "Word? My girl thinks so too! Appreciate you Fam!"
I know its a stereotype and all but when a gay man compliments me I feel more like I'm doing it than if a woman does.
Maybe its a myth but I hear they have really high standards