I'm straight, but I've got a funny gay guy story...
When I was in the military, before I met my wife, I was on an 8 man team that traveled all over the world doing "cool guy" stuff... We were all best friends and we partied together, everywhere we went. We hooked up with girls all over Central and South America, Europe, wherever our deployments took us... If we weren't in uniform, we were in a bar or a dance club, 7 days a week...
Anyway, one day in 2007, we found ourselves on a civilian flight from Los Angeles to Frankfurt, Germany. We were on our way to a three month long deployment in Iraq... We landed in Frankfurt on Sunday afternoon and checked into a hotel. We dropped off our duffel bags and walked outside looking for the bars... We knew we only had one night in Frankfurt and we had to wake up the next morning at 6am to get to the airport and catch our next flight to Kuwait City, I think...
Anyway, it's Sunday afternoon. The bars are open, but EMPTY! The 8 of us are the only ones inside everywhere we go... But, we keep drinking and hopping from bar to bar.
Finally, at about 9pm, we are all half drunk, at a dance club that's playing techno and a few girls trickle in... Like 2 girls... Slim pickens... But, they are girls, right? Haha. That's all that mattered to us...
I walk out to the dance floor and try to dance with them. We are kind of in a group, me and the two girls, smiling at each other, dancing awkwardly, you know...
Anyway, I'm dancing, and I feel someone come right up behind me and start dancing on me. I'm assuming it's another girl. They start whispering in my ear, in German... AND, IT'S A DUDE.... But, I didn't care. I wasnt upset in the least... I just kept dancing with him. I was like F it, at least I danced with someone in Germany. Hahaha
When the song ended, I walked away from the dude and went to get another beer at the bar. My 7 best friends are standing there drinking, looking at me kind of weird, but not giving me a hard time. No big deal...
Then, one of the guys, his call sign was Smokey, gets really angry... Like drunk angry... And goes, "Dirty (that was my call sign), WTF... Do you know that you were dancing with a guy?"
I said, "Yeah, he was cool. Nice guy. He even said 'thank you' in English when the song was over. And besides, if the girls see me goofing off maybe they'll come over and talk to us. You guys should go dance too!"
Smokey got so mad... Irrationally mad... I heard him talking to the other guys, yelling over the techno music, complaining that I danced with a guy...
I chugged my beer, looked at Smokey, and I walked right back down to the dance floor, and I started dancing with the same German dude, again! That guy was so happy. Hahaha.
Anyway, when that song ended we all left and went to another bar and then another and then another. We partied all night until the sun came up. We staggered back to the hotel and got our duffel bags, and we got in a taxi to the airport.
In the taxi van, drunk Smokey was still complaining that I had danced with a dude, not once but twice... Everybody laughed at him and told him to shut up. We all thought it was funny that it bothered him so much. None of the rest of us cared...
I'm still friends with Smokey. He's a sheriff's deputy in Montana. I talk to him on the phone about twice a year, just to catch up and talk about our kids, etc... And, to this day, it never fails... Every single call he'll say, "WTF Dirty? You remember that time you danced with a guy in Germany?"
Hahaha!