...I was in a band called the Red Raspy Rubber Company. We were one of two punk bands in South Lake Tahoe. One day I picked up the singer of the band & drove him to band practice. While we were driving down High Way 50 he said to me, “I have to tell you something, I am bisexual!”
I assured him that I was fine with it.
He then told me, “you have nothing to worry about, I’d never hit on you, I find you repulsive.”
I have to admit I was a bit annoyed by this.