The delivery makes all the difference when saying something. Below is an example, normally I would take great offence at being called what I was but the delivery, it made me laugh.
A few years ago I was at a club in London having a great night with a good friend and making new friends. While outside I was called a whore. We had gone outside to smoke (I know bad, bad, bad but I do miss it) and a flamboyant Gentleman came up and the conversation went like this:
Flamboyant to my friend – Are you a lesbian?
Friend – WHAT???? NO! Why do I always get asked if I’m a lesbian?
Me (laughing) – I don’t know? (turn to look at Flamboyant) Did you think we were a couple?
Flamboyant (pointing his cigarette at me) – Oh no, you’re a whore, I can tell. You’re definitely a whore!
Me (shaking my cigarette back at him) – Takes one to know one….
Flamboyant – You got that Sista!
Me – How many makes a whore?
Flamboyant: I can’t remember but I had think I had a damn good time. (then he walked away shaking his hips, singing to himself)
Friend – Do I REALLY look like a lesbian?
It was funny and he was funny, we ran into him again later. He was singing his little heart out to a Bonnie Tyler song. He was making eyes and singing it to another gentleman who couldn’t stop smiling at him. Well on his way to chalking up another one is what it looked like.
So anyway now I am wondering…… how many makes a whore?
While you’re thinking about it, enjoy Bonnie….. it’ll be stuck in your head for the rest of the day. Bonnie Tyler Total Eclipse