just ask the question, come untie the knot, say you won't care

So I'm at work today, in one of the fridges, and this old(ish) waiter comes in, and jokes about how we're alone, and not to take advantage of him. Other assorted jokes along the same line follow later on, and I think nothing of it. He asks if I'm homophobic or something, I figure just because he didn't want to make me uncomfortable. Things carry on like this for most of the morning, and he mentions getting a drink together sometime, sure why not. Finally, FINALLY something he says makes it click in that he is in fact gay. Oh snaps. Apparently I'm a hot piece of fresh meat. He mentions several times how he gives good head. I feel dirty. So dirty. I need to get laid more than most could fathom, but this wasn't exactly what I had in mind. He even gave me his cell phone number, and said we could smoke a joint together. Never being in this position before, I wasn't sure what to say really, other than laugh at the circumstance, especially seeing that before it clicked in, I said he could grope me because I'd take any compliments I could get. Hah.
Anyways, I have no problem going out for drinks with him actually, just as long as he knows he ain't getting none from me. Funny dude, and he's probably at least 60 years old, which makes the whole thing even more humorous. Where are the ladies who want to be brag to me about giving good head? :(

ps. Day off tomorrow. Fuck yes. Goddamn Francois was riding my ass all day, so I'll take the break with pleasure.