Years ago I was interested in motorsport photography and this guy from the camera club I belonged to arranged to take about half a dozen club members up to Manfeild with him to cover one of the race meetings. I went along and afterwards he invited me to his place to go through my photos and offer constructive criticism. He was a bit pissed off that my photos were good and there was not much he could offer that would improve them, so from then on I arranged my own entry into the race meetings and didn't ask for his advice. I also started selling my photos and that didn't thrill him either!
The club meetings were in Oriental Bay and afterwards several of us would head to the cafe across the road for a coffee. One night he walked back to my car with me as he was parked nearby, and when I said goodnight he leaned over and kissed me. I was horrified because not only did I not particularly like him as a person, I was definitely not attracted to him! He is one of those quite old-fashioned looking pale guys with bad dress sense, a thick beard and scruffy hair - ugh! I can't remember what I said to him but I made it pretty obvious he had gone too far and I was not interested.
A few months later I was talking to some people and he was there too, and I mentioned a really cute Finnish rally driver (Toni Gardemeister - yum!) I'd met at the Rally of NZ and this creep said "but I didn't think you liked men". He obviously thought that because I didn't fancy HIM, I must be a lesbian! I just looked at him and said "of course I like men, it's just that I am fussy!"
Last I heard he was still living at home with mummy - he's in his 40s - but after that incident he started hitting on other young women in the club and I think he was either asked to leave or given an official warning. Creep!
Yes, I am pedantic about spelling and grammar so get used to it!
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