Last night I walked up to these two girls at the bar and ran some kind of opener... I negged the girl next to me about her outfit. She said "what do you know about style?"
I said "gay men know this stuff"
HB You're gay?
ME: Yep, and if I see you wearing this rubbish again I'm gonna call the fashion police and tell them we have a 367 in progress.. code blue
(laugh)
I tell her she has decent body.. I run my hands up her legs and over her ass

She lets me.. Then she starts asking me for fashion advice.
I said, hey, I came to the bar to get a drink, but to consult fashion-challenged women. I suppose next you're going to want to go shopping with me..
I'm still kinoing her, touching her ass, tits (briefly, touch and go), as if I'm somehow "measuring" her with my hands to decide what would look best on her, lol...
At this point they no longer believe I'm gay.
She was persistant:
"WHAT WOULD LOOK GOOD ON ME"
ME: Boy, you're awfully demanding.. Is she always like this? Why should I help you?
(this continues on, I keep changing the subject but she changes it back. I TOLD her I'm not answering her fashion question)
She says "fine.. see ya" and her and her friend turn and walk away a few steps (slowly)
Here's the best part.. They're waiting for me to say "ok, come back"
They walk a few steps, stop, look back at me waiting for me to tell them to come back,
Instead I barely turn my head to see them out of the corner of my eye, say "peace!" and flash them the peace sign and then turn back away from them.. not giving a shit they're walking away