Can I even call this catfished or maybe insta catfish

[DuncanHazy]

If my previous posts seem a bit lengthy, I apologize for that. I'm an aspiring horror writer, so it's hard for me to switch that side off. So when I explain an event that happened to me, I like being detailed and paint proviabal picture. Writing relaxes me, my escape from this world and its problems.

Back to the story.

Personally, I have no problem with people's sexual orientation; I just wanted to make that clear before I tell this story. I think it's awesome when you know what you want and who you are. I feel there's too much attention focused on dividing us because we're different. It's stuff we picked up from our parents or saw as kids growing up. The 1990s was a different time back then. I wish I could go back to the days when cellphones had no flashlights, back to the Java game days. But times are changing. Anyways, I'll stop here before I start talking about AI and how the human race should be careful with that technology, or we'll be looking at a real-life version of I, Robot .

So the following is something I experienced. I was taking my cousin to the library. As usual, he went to the kids' section, grabbed his book of choice—mostly books with big pictures and less words. I bet you remember those moments, mostly just taking the book to look at pictures, lol. I just chuckled at him.

As we were making our way to check the books out, it's our turn. My cousin sets the books down, and an older woman checks them out. Then she looks at me and starts a conversation. I can see where the conversation is leading in my mind, and I'm thinking, "Wow, is this finally happening to me? A milf is flirting with me!" She asked if I was single. I said yes, and the words "God is good" kept repeating in my head. She asked me for my contact details, and I gave it without hesitation.

Then, out of nowhere, this guy pops out, and she's like, "It's not for me, it's for him!" That "God is good" phrase just stopped repeating in my mind. I was like, "Uhhhhhh." He asked for my name. I told him, and he's like, "Wow, your name sounds like someone who belongs in *Days of Our Lives*." I was like, "Who even watches that anymore?"

He then said, "I'll message you." I said, "Dude, I'm not into men." He just smiled. I thought, "Here we go again, another stalker..." But surprisingly, he got the hint.

So the lady I was talking to just got up and left, and I'm left feeling like a deer in the headlights, like my brain couldn't believe this was happening. All that came out of my mouth was, "Yeah, it's getting late. I need to take my cousin home," and I left.

It was a weird experience. That was my first time getting flirted with by another dude. The guy who was talking to me was definitely gay, no second thought about it. He kept licking his lips when he was talking to me. I'd always noticed him at the library, seeing as he worked there, but I'd never really taken note of him.

Has this happened to anyone?

Edited August 16 by DuncanHazy
Correcting my spelling

[Gebidozo]

Nope, never happened to me. And that despite the fact that I’ve been working with gay men quite a lot.

I used to work in a gay establishment where literally everyone was gay except myself. I had a very nice gay boss in another workplace for several years. I have this really flamboyant, occasionally cross-dressing gay colleague I’ve known for 20 years, we still work together sometimes and we’re good friends.

No gay dude has ever hit on me or made me feel uncomfortable in his presence or anything like that.

On the other hand, my brother, who’s also straight, told me gay guys used to hit on him on the street, in the parks, etc., all the time.