I was at the bar last night, as I normally am on Saturday nights, and the topic of my birthday came up in conversation with me, my friend, and the bartender. So I just BS'ed about how I didn't do anything, got asked when the party was (I said never LOL, I'm serious about that - at 34, I really don't think that a birthday party is necessary. Talk to me in 6 years ) So when the bartender walked away, I said "Well, I might as well be honest about what I did for my birthday. I told my parents I'm gay" Him: "Are you gay? Not that I care one way or the other" Me: "Yeah, I've known for quite awhile. Just now accepting it though" Him: "Wow, that's the last thing I expected to hear tonight!" He didn't seem to get the difference between knowing you're gay, and actually accepting that fact in yourself - probably not something that you can REALLY get unless you've experienced it, I guess. Then later in the night I casually came out to a bartender at another bar - he just looked slightly taken aback (but not surprised) and continued the conversation we were having (me being gay was somewhat relevant in context, so that's not a shocker at all). All in all, a great night last night (and I got home drunk at 4:30AM, slept til 2 today! Yippee!)
Heh, none of these people were strangers - they were friends of several years But yeah, I tip well, especially my friends
I've known since I was pretty young that I'm Bi. But it wasn't till about eight years ago when I came to terms with it and accepted my self. But good for you!
OK, this story ends with a sad note (though not in any way relating to coming out) Apparently I was too drunk at 4AM, and left my bag in the bar. I finally went back to collect it today, and found that my bag was there, and my laptop that was inside was missing Oh well - lesson of the experience - never go drinking with your laptop! I should have gone home and dropped it off first.