The mystery of the not-straight but not-gay guy

Last weekend I enjoyed a typical night on the town with my best friend Joe. We started by taking forever to get ready (he takes almost as long as I do, standard gay), spending entirely too long deciding on a place to go, beginning at a rather lame bar with quasi-decent drinks, heading to another bar which we anticipate will be tons of fun but have built up the expectations so high there's no way we will enjoy it, and finally ending at our favorite gay dance club in Sacramento (which is where we simply should have headed from the start), FACES.

Joe's ex-boyfriend drama aside, we proceeded to the dance floor where we seriously got our groove on. I absolutely love going to gay dance clubs because you don't have to worry about some nasty guy trying to get up on you and get your phone number and ask you what you do, yuck city. You can shake yo' groove thang with anyone and you are pretty much guaranteed to never see them again and have the time of your life.

As I dance up a storm, approaching is a 6'3" GORGEOUS man, wearing nice slacks, a fashionable striped button-up and beautiful smile. I don't even flinch because... I KNOW HE'S GAY. He says, 'you wanna dance?' and I reply, 'heck yeah!' We shake our hips in synchrony, laugh, I throw my hands in the air and he places his hands ON MY THIGHS.

W.T.F.

This is NOT familiar territory for me in gay-world. Gay boys have no desire to touch a girls thighs, what is this guy DOING??

I continue dancing simply because I do not know what else to do. I can't run away in fear, I feel... intrigued to figure this guy out. However, I'm trying to stay clear of his face because I'm worried he might try to stick his tongue down my throat and gawd knows I did not come to a gay club for that.

So I turn around and give him a taste of the booty, a little 'test' if you will... and he RUBS HIS HANDS UP AND DOWN AGAINST MY THIGHS. Okay. Now we have entered straight-man territory, right?

BUT THEN, he checks out a guy, and another, and now I am totally confused once again. What is the mystery behind this man?? Does he like men or women? Both? Joe and I contemplated this the next day:

J: So what was up with that gay guy that was all over you last night?

S: I have no idea!! Was he gay?

J: I don't know, you couldn't tell!?

S: No!! I am so confused! I have never had a gay guy get all feely like that with me before! I don't think he was gay.

J: But he was at FACES, straight guys that look like that do NOT go to FACES.

S: So if he was gay, why wasn't he dancing with YOU like that??

J: I have no idea.

Needless to say, I am still not satisfied with our lack of conclusion.