I don't think I'm some sort of bigshot who gets people fired because they look at me wrong. Really, I tend to make friends with most people. But there have been two incidents.
I was on a cruise ship for two weeks, heading around the Caribbean with three friends. The worst part about cruise ships are the weird little markets they have where they sell crap like "gold chains by the foot". These little stands are always in the main hallways that you cross all the time.
On our way to dinner we said hello to the two people manning a stand, an attractive Australian girl and a chubby guy.
We chatted for a few minutes and introduced ourselves. The girl's name was Sarah, and the guy's name was Dane.
"I'm terrible with names, but I try to make pictures to remember names. So for you, Dane..."
In a split second I realized what I was going to say next, and regretted it before it even came out of my mouth. The giddy smile that was growing on his face screamed at me that he was going to take it the wrong way.
But it ways too late.
"I'll think of a great dane. Like the dog."
He hesitated for a second.
"If I was a great dane, I would like your face."
He then, using his tongue and finger, gestured on his own face how he would lick me. That split second of my life will haunt me forever.
Still, no big deal. A gay guy, who was an employee, hit on me. Pretty creepy, but not the end of the world. I stared at him blankly with slight disapproval to semi-politely indicate that I would in no way be pleased to be licked.
We went to dinner and laughed about it.
But things only escalated. The next time we passed, we had another conversation:
"Hey, Tynan, what are you doing in Belize?"
"Oh, I don't know yet."
"Do you want to come to the beach with me?"
"I'll see what we're all going to do..."
"No, I mean just you and me."
"Umm, no thanks."
"I'll show you the best beach."
It was getting really awkward. I left. Later I rejoined my friends and they told me that Dane had been trying to find me.
His aggressiveness was getting really uncomfortable. I started taking alternate routes to avoid his stand in the hallway. Seven days later the cruise was over. All in all, I didn't think much about it. It was awkward, but it was over.
A month later a friend of mine called. He had won a cruise and wanted to know if I wanted to come. Of course I did.
And then, with two weeks before boarding, I finally took a look at the tickets. It was the same exact ship. There was just no way I was going to spend another week with The Great Dane.
One e-mail later, I was assured he wouldn't be working for the cruise company anymore.
Why not just say, "I'm not gay. If I sent mixed signals I apologize. Stop hitting on me. I'm not interested and it's not funny. Quite frankly, you're making me uncomfortable. Thanks." That's potentially the end of it. If he continues then you have all rights to have him fired. You're on a cruise ship. What kind of atmosphere did you expect? You obviously have some issues and you should be embarrassed that you got someone fired. The conversation when he was fired probably went something like this, "You've been harassing a passenger and have been completely inappropriate. You're fired." The guy was probably completely confused by the whole matter.
I think that these kind of posts are a good addition to any "personal development" blog as they remind us that the writer in question is still only human and can be wrong at times.
not cool man.. you should have been straight with him and just said 'im not gay, give me some space man.'
not a good post ty.
I definitely agree with Seth on this one - if this had been my first read of your blog I would have closed it out and probably not come back again.
I don't think you described how creepy and obnoxious he was. Like Seth said it came off as homophobic to me as well.
Didnt really enjoy that read. poor little gay guy...
how would it have been if it was a hot girl?
also, you mentioned you have shortened your story... unfortunatly, it seems thats the way your blog is going. Gone are the awesome storys of Ty's past, with lengthy posts and pics. So glad i started reading your blog a couple years ago.
Long live the penguin story!!
It's all good, sounds like he's a creepy gay guy who deserves to get fired. I'm sure you know the story better than I do from your brief description. But your article as it stands isn't funny at all and could be really offensive to people who are lame enough to get offended. Just lookin out for ya.
Man... I will never be able to guess which posts people will jump on.
1. It was VERY obvious I was either not gay or not interested. This is also pre hat, by the way.
2. He's an employee making someone very uncomfortable. If I was his employer, I would definitely want to know about the behaviour.
3. You can talk about controlling the frame all day, but the bottom line is that if I'm PAYING to be on a cruise, I shouldn't have to deal with an employee who is obnoxiously persistent.
I left parts of the story out to make it shorter. There were probably 4-5 of these incidents where he'd act very inappropriately. Sarah at one point apologized for him and told me that he always did this.
Anyway, I'm glad he got fired. I thought people would find the story funny.
I had never gambled before and knew nothing about it, but I'd gotten too many e-mails like it. I was at my parents house for winter break during my first year at UT, and I was bored.
"Free $50 just for downloading our casino!"
Hmm. That doesn't seem very risky. I might as well download to see what it's all about.
My whole life I dreamed of the glamour of high school. I recall flipping through my older sister’s yearbook, pointing to the homecoming queen, and saying, “I am going to be just like her.” I can assure you that prophesy never came to pass. For the first few years of high school, I kept to myself, intimidated by others’ friendships that had existed before they could say each other’s names. I was a new girl in ninth grade, and even going on into my junior year, I still hadn’t found my niche. My dreams of being crowned homecoming royalty were completely shot down when I realized I would never get asked to a dance or go on any sort of date that I, myself, wasn’t paying for.
Here’s the kicker: I never thought I was unattractive or weird. Of course, I had my quirks like everyone else, but for the most part, I believed my ugliness remained in the past and, as the entirety of junior high seemed to be, just a bad dream.
I had just gone over the hump of my senior year in high school when I met him. He was in my clothing class, and his face wasn’t a new one to me. I had seen him since I moved there in ninth grade. He hung around the people I was never friends with, and he went to parties I was never invited to. Still, he never caught my eye, and he continued to never catch my eye as we gabbed while he made ridiculously hideous pajama pants. Although he was of an average height, he seemed lurpy. His blonde hair fell like a short curtain over his forehead, and he flipped it out of his eyes about every two minutes. Beady, blue eyes peeked from underneath his blonde drapery, and even though they were small, they were somewhat pretty.
We became friends.
Somehow we got entangled in a dare. Driving down the frontage road in our friend’s car, we stood up so we were out of the sunroof from the chest up, and we kissed. It was just a joke, and I never thought it was anything more. The next time, the encouragement for a kiss came from a stranger. Beady Blue Eyes and I sat on the top of a picnic pavilion in the middle of the night. Someone drove by and chanted for us to lock lips. I never thought Beady Blue Eyes had the guts, but before I knew it, his hand was on the back of my neck, and we kissed a kiss that lasted no more than two seconds. This was a joke too, I thought. We were no more than awkward friends that had been tricked into kissing two times now, and that’s that.