I was in a pub this past Saturday night watching Manchester United trash Fulham in the FA Cup quarter-finals.
And lo and behold I was chatted up by a straight guy.
There was no sexualness involved; but he was 23, in the pub with me and my Dad watching Manchester United, and clearly entranced by the fact I was willing to discuss Renaissance art with him.
Thank the Lord, honour kept me on the good path.
It was just nice.
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