I just posted this tidbit into a boards topic. But I stopped myself short before I went too far astray, so I thought I'd continue my thought here. 
The question being would it freak me out if a gay person hit on me:
it does freak me out. to the point that I say, "Eww! Ewww!! I think I just got gay!" I'd then run around in a circle for about 5 or 6 minutes, trying to brush off, in a delicate fashion, all the gay that I just got on me. At that point I would need to finish my cocktail in my right hand, because we all know my left hand is sitting gingerly on my left hip. Dab a napkin at the corners of my mouth to remove any excess spit. Then I would gleefully skip and jump out of the gay club I happen to have wandered into, in an attempt to further rid the gay molecules collecting on my skin. Once down the street, I'd stop and wonder:
Where the hell are my pants?
The question being would it freak me out if a gay person hit on me:
it does freak me out. to the point that I say, "Eww! Ewww!! I think I just got gay!" I'd then run around in a circle for about 5 or 6 minutes, trying to brush off, in a delicate fashion, all the gay that I just got on me. At that point I would need to finish my cocktail in my right hand, because we all know my left hand is sitting gingerly on my left hip. Dab a napkin at the corners of my mouth to remove any excess spit. Then I would gleefully skip and jump out of the gay club I happen to have wandered into, in an attempt to further rid the gay molecules collecting on my skin. Once down the street, I'd stop and wonder:
Where the hell are my pants?