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Leaving that particular field wide open for all the Harley-riding, hockey-playing *invisible* buggerers. What was that you were saying about 'Germans', Dubya?

I was about to admit that my position had completely collapsed before the juggernaut of your gripping tale.

But then, I remembered it was just a personal anecdote and proves nothing to anyone except you and people who share your preconceptions.

You are, however, correct about the hidden sodomites. I've avoided sodomites almost entirely for over ten years. I've still been hit on three different times by three different guys, all considered straight to the people who knew them. (I don't consider myself attractive either though I am slim.) Two of them were (now former) friends of mine from my younger days. Personally, I think some guys are just indiscriminating if they feel horny. Any port in a storm. I think some men also like a little 'strange' every now and then. It seems to be a deep-seated psychologoical need for some, that it is the very perverseness and forbidden nature of the acts which draws them. For those kind, the kinkier and more perverted, the better. I've never liked the term bisexual. Some people just want some action, any action with any willing person of either sex and most any age.

..."proves nothing to anyone except you and people who share your preconceptions."

Huh? Preconceptions? Dude, this was like one of the major, nastiest experiences I've ever had. Did you miss that? Every day, Monday through Friday, 7:30 to 4:00, one-cubicle-over, too close for comfort, after a while... YUCK!!!

But the odd thing was maybe that it was so unlike the previous, pretty much obvious experience I've had being around gay dudes in the locker room at the health club... And being able to keep a distance... It just made me keenly aware that you *can't* stereotype. I mean one-on-one.

In a mostly vague sort of way, I think I agree with you about the need for some guys to find solace from their overwhelming (hormones? desires? critical loads? dinky little egos?) in canteloupes, barnyard animals, even other men. But who knows? It's really got nothing to do with me. I have no way of knowing.