Who knew?

So apparently large, burly, gay men are called "Bears." Who knew? I didn't, not until I was working as a bouncer in a night club in Denver, where I apparently gave off the "gay" vibe because during my 10-month tenure there I was hit on my no less than three gay men and just one woman. My first experience being hit on by a gay man was startling to say the least. I'd never have suspected this 6-foot tall man in dirty blue jeans, heavy work boots, a dirty plaid shirt and a tobaggan with a tangle of dirty blond hair and beard (picture a lumberjack. That's just what he looked like), was gay until he winked at me. It only got weirder from there. Later he caught me walking past his  table, stood up and grabbed me by the shoulders and did the whole Jack Nicholson scene in Batman (you know the whole "You are my number one guy" scene). "You are one big, sexy, good-looking, bear of a man and I dig it," he said while rubbing my shoulders in the process. "Um, thanks," said I, before booking it to another part of the bar. Second gay man was CLEARLY gay and wanted me to dance with him on the dance floor and the third was no so clearly gay, but certainly made a show of it when he offered to tip me $20 to walk him to the restroom (he wasn't so drunk he couldn't make the 10-foot walk by himself). Apparently being outrageously oversized is a major turn off for most ladies, but for decent looking gay men (I'm no judge but they weren't ugly or overweight) I'm "doable." Who knew!?