Ever since my conversion to metrosexuality, which happened sometime after puberty but before adulthood, and is still very much in the awkward, early stages, there has been a perceived misconception from strangers about my true sexuality. Maybe it’s the brown leather jacket, or the international women’s rights class, the smattering of French and Italian phrases, or the Sex and the City Season Five DVD. Maybe it’s the colorful cast of entirely female and gay friends (minus Sam).

The Metrosexual Guide
to Style: On my bookshelf.

But I am getting a glimpse into the women’s world of aggressive male hitting-on. I thought this shameless, loud style of attracting a person’s attention was reserved for the straight community. But I am seeing it more and more in gay men (and frankly, I’m disappointed). It happened again tonight, downtown at Cafe Bassam, and most recently in Hillcrest, at the Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf.
Gay men choose one of two qualities to comment on: my slimness (which heterosexuals call “lankiness”) or my dark, curly hair. Whatever it is, I occasionally face that same, uncomfortable moment of engagement that even mildly attractive women must face everyday.
What is wrong with the world? Why are straight men acting gay and gay men acting straight?