LOL... in Palm Springs, you need to learn to develop str8-dar. You have to assume that every guy you see there rides with the Rump Rangers.
LOL... in Palm Springs, you need to learn to develop str8-dar.
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NO JOKE. My (now husband) used to work at a fabric store (his first job and he took the job so his mom could have the discount) and my first day of work after transferred into that store from Utah when I moved back home, the manager (I transferred as Asst Mgr) told me one of the gay guys who worked there was coming in for his paycheck because he had a ‘hot date’.
So, here walks in MrR, and he gives me a big hug and a kiss (we grew up together and he didn’t know that I worked there even though we had talked on the phone and he had asked me out on a date for that night) and the manager looked shocked and said “you know her???”. I giggled and replied, “yeah, I’m his ‘hot date’”.
Even other jobs, people just assumed he was gay and/or I was a lesbian in PS.