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by Michael Musto | email: musto@villagevoice.com

Club Etiquette: Why Getting People's Numbers is a Waste

Posted by Michael Musto at 12:00 PM, March 26, 2008

I just blogged about the insanity of gays who'll practically let you fuck them in public, but if you then try plant a kiss on them, they'll squeal, "Outrageous! How dare you do something so personal in front of people!" Well, I've noticed yet another odd bit of gay club behavor. Even if someone begs you for your number, they generally will never call! They just wanted your freakin' info to add to their grisly collection! They consider that a conquest in itself! I swear, the freaks simply wanted to use you to increase their cellular menage of people they hope to never see or talk to again. It's a total score for them--they get an immediate rise out of all that frantic number punching—and once they've gotten a druggie charge out of it, they're completely satisfied and don't want to risk any further interaction. Call them the next day and you'll be greeted with a veritable sheet of ice as if you've beamed in from outer space and crashed in on their utter serenity. Trust me. Exchanging numbers in clubs is a futile exercise that is done strictly out of late-night compulsion. There's no point to it at all—except that if the person DOES call, your Caller ID will say who it is and you'll be sure to not pick up!

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It's true! The number swapping is an empty ritual. People get afraid when you dare to follow it through. Not just gays, but straights too.

Posted by: lourdes at March 26, 2008 2:48 PM

They might not call, but they have no problem posting the cell phone pics they took of you blowing them in hallways and bathrooms. Those bitches.

Posted by: Tim at March 26, 2008 2:51 PM

They won't call for the same reason they won't kiss--gays are afraid of intimacy.

Posted by: leslie at March 26, 2008 3:02 PM

Why is that I wonder?

Posted by: Deborah Walley fan boi at March 26, 2008 4:09 PM

That explains why no one has ever called me. I've handed out my phone number to anyone that had an intact arm or hand. I've even posted cell phone photos on my MySpace page of me blowing Eliot Spitzer! And to think, I was just wishing that Every Night Could Be Gay Night.

Posted by: The Late Tallulah Bankhead at March 26, 2008 5:06 PM

It's true. After living with my (now ex) boyfriend for 10 years I found out that he had a problem with intimacy.

Posted by: Mark at March 26, 2008 6:21 PM

Intimacy is overrated. To quote the late Jacqueline Susann: "Some men don't pull well in double-harness."

Posted by: Deborah Walley fan boi at March 27, 2008 9:22 AM

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