Best, or worst, say infamous, was when a guy at a gay bar in Santa Rosa, outside the door on a hot summer night, said I was going home with him and he physically picked me up and started to carry me off. I thought he was kidding and sort of giggled about it, but he was not kidding. I grabbed a post and that made him stop, but he was tugging hard. Sucker was determined to take me home no matter what.

Had I let go it might have been worth a book, but it messed with my head that men thought they could just throw me over their shoulder and take me home. I treated it as politely as I could, but did not go. Yelling like an idiot, but he was serious.

He was cute, handsome even, and muscular, blond, short, not that bright, but I have no prejudice against those that are not so bright. Now I wish I had gone with him. Damnit, had not thought about this in years. The guy that DID get me after that was an asshole that wasted years of my life.