A Hooters waitress convinced me I wasn’t straight.

When I was younger, my dad used to take me to Hooters. This was around middle school at some point, where I hadn’t officially come out of the closet because it was somewhat frowned upon by the people close to me and I didn’t know better.

On one occasion, we had a waitress named Jenny. Jenny was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life – just the sight of her got my heart racing in my chest, I thought she was so perfect.

Well, over the course of this dinner, I’m becoming more and more upset because Jenny is the most beautiful lady in existence, but ‘girls can’t like other girls’ according to many of my middle school teachers and acquaintances…

But apparently this pain showed on my face, because when my dad got up to use the restroom, Jenny came up to me and said, “Hey, honey. Why the long face, trouble with your dad?”

And that’s when I broke down and told her, “No, it’s just that you’re SO PRETTY, and I don’t know what to do, because I want to like you, but girls can’t like other girls…”

And Jenny just stops where she is, looks me dead in the eyes, and says, “Who told you THAT? You can like anyone you want to, sweetie! Girls, boys, whatever. Don’t let anyone tell you what to do.” And she winked at me, said ‘thank you for the compliment’, and walked off to keep doing her job. But those words hit me like a train.

One complementary dessert later, I was officially bisexual.

Tl;dr – Dad took me to Hooters when I was small, hot waitress convinced me that Gay is the Way.


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