Variation on a theme: An English friend accompanies gay pals to Beige and begins chatting with a lovely female dancer, cleverly exploiting his near-monopoly on the supply of straight guys in the bar. She mentions recently breaking up with her boyfriend and he moves in the for the kill, inviting her to Milano's with the boys. Mistaking his routine for hey-girl Will-and-Grace banter, she says "Sure! Maybe there will be some straight guys there!" The friend is so shocked he forgets to proclaim his loyalty for the ladies. The key word here is "English." As Nerve's Grant Stoddard recently wrote, "I have an outrageous British accent, which my colonial friends tend to associate with an innate lust for cock."

Nerve's Grant Stoddard (the straight guy) visits The Hole (the East Village gay bar) to "see how I fare as the object of carnal desire in a gay club." Grant explains his curiosity: "In the past, I've been accused of being a tad fey. First, I have an outrageous British accent, which my colonial friends tend to associate with an innate lust for cock. Second, because I hail from Mother Europe, I tend to wear snugger-fitting pants. I can't help dancing like Molly Ringwald, and I get pedicures (but only in the summer months). After seeing Chicago, I raved about Catherine Zeta-Jones and came across all 'jazz hands' for about a week."
I did it for science [Nerve]