The Rise of the 'Good Time Gay'.

There's a menace on the streets. It lurks in workplaces, bars and even in the home. It plays you like a piano then drops you like a hot brick. I call it the 'good time gay'.

I’m one of the lucky ones. In a relationship so immune to their charms, but being the responsible porn baron I am, I feel it only right to warn the single amongst you.

Let’s get something straight (pun intended) right from the start. These ‘good time gays’ aren’t even really gay, but it’s their wiley ways that make you believe they could be.  See the case study below:

Claire, (not her real name), (in fact not even a real person), was thrilled when a foxy new girl came to work in her office. Over the weeks that followed Claire and the other imaginary foxy girl became really close, and one night at an after work drink Claire told her new friend that she was gay. Nothing changed between the girls, except Claire noticed that things had started to get flirty. What started out as work mates was becoming much, much more intimate.

On a night out, Claire decided to just come out with it and tell the friend that she really quite fancied her. It wasn’t as if the girl hadn’t been sending signals that she might feel the same, was it?

And that, readers, if where many a sad story starts. Because it turns out that Claire’s confession was for nothing. This friend was a ‘good time gay’, happy to flirt and touch and allude to the fact that she felt the same with no actual intention of ever carrying it through. The story usually ends with a shocked exclamation of ‘but I’m not gay’ from one party and an embarrassed silence from the other.

There’s no reason to think that harmless flirting between friends, whatever their sexuality, is wrong, but this is something quite different. Could it be that these ‘good time gays’ love the attention that comes from being the object of a gay crush, or is it something more sinister than that?

Whatever the reason, as long as lesbians exist there’ll be awkward confessions of love and even more awkward realisations that the feeling isn’t mutual