Tom was looking at the two babes sitting down at the end of the bar. Both were real lookers. Heck, try hitting on both of them. Might get lucky with one. Heck, might get real lucky and get two.

“Can I buy you ladies a drink?”, he asked.

“Sure”, the blonde one replied.

They ordered their drinks . Then they looked at each other. Then they looked at Tom.

“Uh, is there something else?”, the brunette asked.

“Well, I thought maybe we could have the drinks together. Get to know each other. You know?”, Tom said, a little peeved.

“Why? Got to tell you something. No, don’t have to but I will. Don’t want you trying all night, bothering us and pissing us off. We’re lesbians and you’re out of luck”, the brunette responded.

A likely story, Tom thought. Lesbians are built like linebackers. They aren’t built like these two babes. This is just some New Age brush-off. Now that being gay is okay it’s led to this, another excuse to use. It didn’t occur to Tom that he was the one who needed the excuse.

Tom was about to use one of his better lines when the bartender gave him a drink. Told Tom it was from the redhead at the other end of the bar. Tom looked over but couldn’t spot her. He asked the bartender where she was.

“She? Wasn’t no she. It was that guy there. Said you were cute”, the bartender told him.

“Look, I’m not..”

“Yea, you are kind of cute for a guy. Not my type but, hey, you aren’t getting anywhere here. Maybe you might get lucky with him. Isn’t that what you gays call it, getting lucky?”, the blonde piped up.

“Gay?! I’m not gay!! I'm a guy!!”.

“You are in here, bub, you are in here”, the bartender told him.