Metrosexual **

We went to a Shoreditch pub (very, very Shoreditch) and a gay pub, with two lesbians & one gay man. * The lesbians had just started dating two women they met on Myspace, they showed us their photos, these women looked unbelievably beautiful, like a couple of models. They assured us they were even more gorgeous in real life. G was convinced she should try being gay for a while, but the lesbians weren't having any of it. "It's no fun, G. It's hard." Why, we wanted to know. "There's a lot of scary dykes out there, who look like blokes."

In the pub, my innocent question of "Where's the ladies?" was met with "Get a hair cut" by the gay men. When a gay man tells you to get a haircut, you know it's time to go for the chop. The toilets turn out to be unisex, not such a good thing in my book. You could hear people chatting in the cubicles, I don't know what they were doing, possibly drugs (or each other?) but all I wanted was a wee. Oh, and we were molested by a bare-chested man. I think this is quite a cunning ruse for straight men - hang out at gay pubs and there's no competition, you'll have carte blanche there amongst any ladies present.

* I'm not, like, just defining them by their sexuality but the conversation did revolve quite a lot around this.
** thanks to G for the title (and for inviting me)