Women Need to Be More Like Gay Guys

As I was leaving downtown San Francisco, I hit a red light. The bass from a House Music song pulled up next to me and hopped in my rolled down window, seconds latter, the SUV it belonged to pulled up next to me.

The passengers laughed and spoke in Spanish, and then their banter came to halt, the man in the passenger seat turned around from his silenced friends and said,

"You're beautiful."

I smiled and said thanks.

Green light.

As I drove away I could only imagine that they were laughing like school girls because they were daring their friend to be so bold and compliment the stranger that drove in the lane next to them. I saw from the rear view mirror that they were slightly behind me, in the lane next to me.

Red light.

They pull up next to me. I turned to the man again. This time his words were a little less tactful, a little less charming, he was a little more drunk from five seconds ago, he says

"I want some dick."

In my head I searched for a clever straight guy response, to his comment and found nothing.

I drove off as the light changed, his request for an acquisition of dick would go unanswered, dissipating, further and further, into the air as inaudible sound waves, scattering across street signs, concrete buildings, and urban planned trees, becoming nothingness in the universe.

Red light.

They pull up again . He apologizes

"No offense."

Then another car, a convertible, pulled up next to me, the woman in the passenger seat leaned out and said, "I want cock." It was car filled with five women, one Asian, one African, one Indian, one Latina, one European, they said it in unison,

"I want cock."

ear fucking me with the accents of their native tongues, with poor pronunciation, a cocktail of seductive sounds.

Um yeah, that last part never happened.