Oh yeah, I forgot that intolerance still exists...
K, so I'm still navigating the choppy seas o' dating in my intrepid, half of a whiskey barrel vessel of LUV, and I occasionally (ok, a LOT) run aground.
The other day, I met this guy online and we traded phone numbers so we could talk before setting a date.
No, actually, as I recall, we had already set up an initial meeting. He said he didn't dance, but would if someone would show him how. I stupidly? replied to this, "Well, if I go dancing, it's usually to a gay bar, with my gay friends." I really thought nothing of saying this, as none of my friends have a problem with gay people. (My mom, however, said, "Don't be telling people that!! No wonder he dumped you!! -- Rabidly fundamentalist or off kilter much, Mom??)
But later, I could sense that he'd cooled off about meeting me, and he stated that we were "just different." "Was it the gay bar thing?" I asked him. "Yeah," he said. So it was goodbye and good riddance from that moment on.
Sometimes I forget that I am surrounded by tolerant, non-superficial type people, and that there are still plenty of intolerant folk in the world.