I guess I haven't really made any, outside of the usual safe environments of the gay bar, bath house, or hook-up sites.
When they've been made on me, I tend to be so oblivious, that I don't even realize it until it's too late. An hour, a week, sometimes even a month later.
Once I was in a bar with friends (I must be less intimidating when I'm with other people?) Three young people (two guys and a girl) came over and politely asked if they could grope my pecs. ...OK (WTF?) so they each politely had a feel while I did a little pec dance. We hung out for a bit, then all piled into cabs to go check out the lesbian bar... got lost on the way
I once gave a talk in that big lecture hall in Davos where they have the world economic forum. (Not that...) Afterwards, in the crush, this cute blonde reporter asked if I could come up to her room for an interview. I was supposed to meeting friends for a beer, so I asked her to call me the next day...
Took this cute young guy on a scuba weekend. (He turned down a beer at dinner - turned out he wasn't even 21
) I got the first shower, back at the motel, and laid on my bed, reading. He came out from his, naked, laid back on his bed, groping himself and said something like... I have a girlfriend and all, but...
He didn't continue, so I didn't think anything of it at the time...
Good thing too... when I dropped him off after, it turns out he was my bosses, bosses, bosses son.
Oh, it's horrible. The list goes on and on.
So just what does it take to penetrate my skull? I remember a couple of different guys who actually turned around, dropped to their knees and bared their asses to me. Even I got that signal. Dang... I wonder if I still have their numbers?