Ru? Dat you?

Let me set the scene...

I go to the bank to deposit a check...drive thru ATM is down for whatever reason, okay...drive around to the front to go to the walk up ATM...I see two guys standing off to the side of the building, one a security guard and obviously gay with his flamboyantly gay friend whose sporting jeans tighter than my own...

I get out of Neicey (Nissan...my car) and sashay my bootay up to the walk up ATM. Soon as I get out the car they get quiet and eyeball me.

Now I was looking quite fierce, had my curls all on one side of my head just grazing my shoulder, 70's frame sunglasses, cute lil top, tight jeans, and some peep toe pumps for good measure...I felt casual but still fly...so they checking me out. I wait at the ATM for the pasty man in front of me whose pants keep falling and I keep seeing the hairy crack of his ass

Yuup...that's how it looked...and no I'm not exaggerating.

Anywho, harry and the henderson's finally leaves and I quickly conduct my business, as I'm sashaying my bootay back to Neicey I hear:

"BITCH YOU BETTA WORK!!!!"

Is Rupaul at the Bank of America? I say to myself...

I turn and see gay guy with the tight pants nodding his head as if to say "yes it twas me that called you a bitch" gay security guard is cracking up...the parking lot is packed, everyone is looking in my direction now, I chuckle a bit and make it do what it do towards my car.

"Oh em gee you so stooopid!" says gay security guard.

"What? Bitch is fierce! You look good honey!" gay guy continues. I laugh again and nod in his direction in thanks and get into the whip and peel off.

I love gay men...they have no damned filter.