Posted on 01/11/2006 9:07:09 AM PST by DBeers
Metrosexual California men are donning the latest in designer wear, exfoliating like there's no tomorrow and heading off to spas for seaweed wraps with increasing regularity. But the “playbook” for the metrosexual lifestyle is apparently still being written and this has left some men feeling a little confused about what is acceptable “metro” behavior.
Don Ragsdale, from Los Angeles, is one such confused male and last Saturday night he inadvertently ran a play straight out of the homosexual playbook. “I initially felt a little uncomfortable with some metrosexual rituals, especially the anal waxing, but I was getting a lot of support from my girlfriend and people at work were very complimentary when I wore pink shirts. Then I went to the Chateau Marmont with some guys from work — I thought that they were metros too — and the rest is history.”
Don woke up next to a guy in a West Hollywood apartment Sunday morning feeling like he had been probed by the entire Martian race. Apparently some of the things that metrosexuals do and wear are more “homo” than “hetero”; there are a lot of mixed signals being sent. Harry Peters, one of Don’s coworkers, explains, “We were sure that Don was gay. I don’t know too many straights running around in Spandex pants like Don does. We all had a lot to drink that night and Don was very chummy. I still can’t believe he's straight.”
Because of incidents like Don’s an organization, Men for Men, has formed to help metrosexuals keep things straight. According to information on their website, hotstuds.com, the following things commonly associated with metrosexuals are actually gay: pink shirts, Spandex pants, apricot scrubs, and having sex with guys.
Same here.
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Looks like some one had it in for Don
Replaced me already??? ;-)
Oh you're atill my boy toy!
atill + still. DAMN FINGERS!
I have a goatee, I fart, I burp, watch sports, have no friggin clue what a chaise is (and don't care), like rasslin', and in the words of Larry the Cable guy believe in "guns, football, the Dukes of Hazzard, and that chicken fried steak with gravy is better than a cheerleader on game day."
I am a man. Hear me roar.
He's not anymore!
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