Shay's

So, the other day I decided to eat lunch at a Pub called "Shay's" (which reminds me of something I need to post about soon) I sat at the bar next to these three women who were chatting up about one of their boyfriends who is in med school and wants the woman to see his cadaver. Charming restaurant talk.

Anyway, five minutes later this man sits next to me, his name is Alan. He starts talking to me about teh Earthquake in Indonesia. We start discussing Plate Techtonics! He says "you aren't from Maine are you?"

I inquired why he asked and he said it was because I could actually carry on a conversation about plate techtonics with him. Then he said something to me in a foreign language. "You speak yiddish" I asked him.

"Yes," he said "and you confirmed my suspicion." Apparently I reacted like a kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar when he spoke yiddish to me.

So I met another Jew, who seems to be intelligent too in Maine...but then...

He touches my arm and asks me if people give me a hard time about being so thin and if I was insecure about it. I said "If it bothered me, I wouldn't be wearing short sleeves."

Now I have a suspicion...

"You're gay aren't you..."

"Well, gay implies a lifestyle, I just enjoy having sex with men."

OH BOY...the first person to make a pass at me at a bar in Maine and its a guy. Ugh.

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