The Girlfriend and I went to Palm Springs recently. I had no idea that the desert city was such a Mecca for homosexuals. At first I thought it seemed odd for so many men to be hanging out one-and-one with their buddies. Dinner together. Shopping together. Walking together. I thought it was kinda cool--male bonding at its finest. But then I started to realize the majority of them were gay (not that there's anything wrong with it). Palm Springs is a very gay-friendly community, I guess. Gays and old people--that's it. Makes you wonder how they repopulate.

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Palm Springs has a Thursday night street festival--which was kinda cool. There were tons of booths with people offer all sorts of services (I kid you not: there was even a booth called "Ask the Rabbi"). Along street were numerous restaurants and eateries.

There was one restaurant in particular that stood out to me. It had outdoor dinning with candles and created a very pleasant atmosphere. The Girlfriend and I were looking for a place to eat and I thought it'd be nice. We agreed to come back to it after we looked around a while.

When we came back to it, I noticed something. For an establishment that created a peaceful and semi-romantic atmosphere, it seemed awful odd not to see any couples out on dates. Sure, many tables had pairs of men--but I didn't see a single woman in the restaurant.

"It's a gay restaurant," The Girlfriend shrieked.

She was right. I don't know how we missed it before. Every table had two guys sitting across from each other. There's no way a restaurant has that many guys in it without a single TV turned to sports.

I felt a little silly for wanting to eat at a gay restaurant, so The Girlfriend and I moved on. That's the good thing about al fresco dining: you can see the clientele without going in. If we noticed the name of the restaurant before we even considered it, The Girlfriend and I would've known better: straight men would never be caught dead in a place called "The Look."

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