
Eye Contact
As you stroll down the street, the eye of a man catches yours. You don’t pause to continue the gaze with a nod and a friendly smile; instead, you keep walking. While grocery shopping, your eyes meet another guy’s briefly before you look away. At the gym, there were so many guys with so many eyes. However, you either keep your head down or look directly past everyone, thereby avoiding eye contact. Whether intentional or not, eye contact is a natural occurrence for every gay man out there. However, eye contact often triggers a superficial thought that many gay men experience, leading them to believe they are being hit on. Why does the act of making eye contact, being friendly, and acknowledging the other guy cause him to feel as though he is being hit on?
They say the eyes are a window to a person’s soul. It is a way for two people to become intimate at a distance. Maintaining eye contact with someone is, in and of itself, a language. Most gay men use eye contact as their primary language, whether consciously or subconsciously. Gay men are prone to this behavior, as it’s deeply ingrained in our DNA. However, eye contact could lead to the irrational sensation of scrutiny by other gay men, be it on the street, in a bank, at a supermarket, in a gym, or elsewhere. These are everyday situations where eye contact can happen. It seems that many guys will avoid eye contact and adopt this “pissed-off” look on their faces most of the time. That look conveys the message to other guys: “Do not come near me,” “Do not approach me,” and “I am not interested.” But in reality, that look masks the vast insecurity that almost all gay men carry: low self-esteem.
Recently, I’ve started sitting right in front of the main bathhouse entrance. That way, I can see which new customers are arriving at the baths. 85% of the men that enter avoid all eye contact with me. There is no acknowledgment, nod, or even a ‘Hi.’ Since the baths are known for their anonymity, that’s a given. However, there are some guys I’ve seen at the baths for years. Walking in, they turn their heads and avoid looking at me altogether. Despite the fact that I am sitting directly in front of them, they still avoid looking at me.
I’m not cruising, chasing, or even threatening anyone. I’m just sitting there. What is so threatening about that? However, these guys avoid eye contact, indicating that they struggle with self-esteem, a common trait among gay men. You might be thinking, ‘Well, maybe he is shy?’ No. Shy people would need more guts to enter a place like the baths. I’m recognizable because I sit in the same spot week after week. Self-confident men wouldn’t even feel the slightest bit of threat from me. They would give me a nod, a hello, or even stop to chat. The guys who avoid eye contact or even the slightest acknowledgment of me have issues. That individual exhibits low self-esteem.
Let’s talk about eye contact in cruising locations. Whether you like it or not, eye contact is the language you use to assess a guy. There’s no better place than the baths to exercise your eye contact skills with someone you like. The eyes speak, so there is little direct communication. I’ve received many letters from men complaining that no one approaches them at the baths. But eye contact is the best way to see whether the other person is interested. If I encounter a man who is of interest to me but fails to make eye contact and appears to be looking straight ahead, I am aware that this individual has no interest in me. I do not have to waste my time chasing this person; I can move on to someone else. Additionally, I am aware that the individual is conveying a message to other men to avoid him when he appears to be angry.
I recall encountering a GORGEOUS and MUSCULAR blond man who resembled a porn star. He kept his jeans on, but he was shirtless and wore sunglasses. It was summer, and during that time, the baths felt more like a pool house. Men would enter and exit the outdoor patio. They would be completely naked or be wearing a towel, having spent their time swimming or tanning (yes, the bathhouse I go to does allow nude tanning and swimming!). The blond guy stood in the hallway for an hour without getting any action. Finally, he approached me, recognizing my approachable face, and asked me what was wrong with all these guys. Excuse me, I said. He told me he was from out of town, and he dropped in to check out the bathhouse situation in my city. He couldn’t understand what was wrong with all of the local guys. Why wasn’t anyone approaching him? I explained that because he was wearing sunglasses, no one could make eye contact to see where his interest lay. Wearing jeans, he conveys a non-approachable demeanor and is likely only seeking a blow job. Given his attractive appearance and impressive physique, many men mistakenly believe he is beyond their reach. “I am unapproachable” was the signal he was projecting. He thought briefly about what I said and then replied, “Nah, it must be the guys here.” With that, he left to go to another bathhouse. However, his demeanor conveyed the message, “I should not engage in conversation until I approach you.”
I recall a different, stunning individual in the porn room who sported a full erection at the baths. He stroked himself up and down, all ripe and ready to receive oral. It looks like he wanted anyone to give him a blow job, right? WRONG! Whenever anyone even entered the porn room, this gorgeous guy would shoot daggers with his eyes. His eyes conveyed a powerful message to all of us: “Leave immediately.” I guess he was hoping for someone more to his liking, whatever those standards may be.
But I can’t stand guys who go out of their way to avoid me. Even after I have gotten the message that they have no interest in me, I leave them alone. I must acknowledge my sensitivity and thin skin. However, I find it personally hurtful when someone avoids me. Examples include exiting a room when I enter, taking a different route in the hallways to steer clear of me, and even walking the long way around the halls so passing my room doesn’t happen. It is challenging to desensitize yourself from that type of blatant rejection. I know I should not take it personally, but it is hard. What else are they rejecting—the chair I’m sitting in? Are they rejecting the towel I’m wearing? Of course not; they’re rejecting me. But I can also understand them acting that way. Many Asian men have developed a habit of repeatedly making advances toward white men. I regularly witness this behavior at gay baths. After being approached by numerous Asian men, many gay men tend to label all gay Asians as desperate and pursue them relentlessly.
I hate it when guys act arrogantly and presume they are the center of attention, thinking, “All these stares are exhausting.” In reality, they are average in appearance and often go unnoticed by others. It is especially true for overweight and out-of-shape men who run into Asians in the hallways. As I previously stated, the stereotype of Asians pursuing gay white men leads these guys to believe we are pursuing them! Thus, they turn their heads, look away, and emit an attitude when any Asian male enters a room, as if we would be interested in them. Forget about just having a conversation with someone cute. Men perceive eye contact in the lounge as a form of harassment, as previously mentioned. Therefore, they avoid conversations to stop the other person from ‘cruising’ them.
Conversely, I have encountered situations where older men in their sixties have pursued me to the extent of stalking. Although it pains me to do so, I must resort to the behavior I’ve discussed in order to distance myself from these older men. These older men seem to lack the ability to accept rejection. Sometimes, an older man stands outside my room, trying to make eye contact with me while massaging his cock. To demonstrate my disinterest, I look away, turn my head, and stare at the ceiling, all in the hopes of showing that I have no interest. Usually, that works. On several occasions, I’ve looked away for over five minutes, but the older guy hasn’t given up. At this point, I will usually say, ‘I am just resting.’ The older guy leaves, but he continues to cruise and watch me for the remainder of my stay.
One time I was in the whirlpool, and this 70-year-old man got in and sat near me. I was not interested, and I tried to make that transparent. I sat away from him, positioned myself to face a wall, and curled up in a fetal position. You would think that he would understand the message. But what did he do? Under the water, he tried to play footsie with me. I did not expect him to touch me, and when he did, I was so surprised that I yelled and sprang up! Then he took offense to my outburst. Excuse me, but who was cruising whom? Is it not obvious from my actions that I am not interested? But of course, you all know my theory of why older guys chase after Asians.
It upsets me that I have to treat these older gentlemen this way because of my job at the Gay Elder Center. Unfortunately, there are times when it’s necessary to be direct and express disinterest. However, many older men approach me for conversation because I am very approachable. I always tell the older men this is just conversation.
While I’ve seen regulars at the baths who don’t talk to me, I always attempt to acknowledge the person with some eye contact and a nod. Some guys appreciate the acknowledgment and return with a nod. Others look right past me without even a second glance. I always say hello when I encounter someone I’ve hooked up with. But only some guys do that. Usually, they act as if they have never seen you before. Guys who do this are dealing with their own insecurities and problems. However, not all men behave in this manner. When I’ve crossed paths with some men, our nods transform into hellos and then into conversations.
For four years, I’ve seen one guy my age at the baths every Saturday afternoon. If there were Saturday afternoon regulars, it would be the two of us. It took years for us to nod and greet each other. Now, we engage in brief conversations about things like the weather. That is because we have seen each other so many times. Friendships at the baths are tenuous and superficial. I sometimes wonder about him, what makes him tick, and why he comes to the baths. We may go for coffee outside the bathhouse and learn more about each other. I will have to keep you posted.
Bathhouses are a great place to party. I used to go to two different ones to smoke crack and snort powder. I loved it and would love to go back and do it all over again and again.
While I’ve not been to a gay bathhouse as such I do reguarly visit what is marketed as a Korean Style Bathhouse, seperate male and female facilities so completely nude. Not a sex or gay venue but the vast majority of male customers are definately not straight and well you get the idea. I’ve unfortunately had the avoidance experience on numerous occasions by guys who will always leave the sauna or tub as soon as I enter, it does hurt but I’ve decided not to let it stop me going there or they win, it’s just a form of bullying as far as I’m concerned. Besides I don’t go there to get off, I enjoy the facilities and the scenery and occasional hanky panky is a nice bonus.
I just found your bathhouse stories and find them interesting. I live in New Orleans and visited the bath houses her for some time. I do miss going to them though. I have not read all your stores yet, but did I miss the location where the majority of your stories are from? PS: I’m attracted to Asians, but find very little here in New Orleans.
Thank you for the articles and your perspectives, as well as others responses. While many responded to the racism issue (which I find to be inherent to human nature), I was intrigued by the “eye contact” essay. I have concluded not to make eye contact with men anymore. It just is not worth the aggravation/response I receive from men. Perhaps you can write more about the subject.
I think I will come back here and read more of your stories, even though those I’ve read so far have seemed rather shallow and unimpressive. Still, it’s an interesting attempt to write about something I, too, have experienced and marveled at. I’ve found a few very dear friends at the Baths and had great pleasure there as well. I’ve also caught STD’s (in pre-AIDS days) a few times and come away as lonely as when I went in, despite my sexual gratification.
I was glad to read that you volunteer at a gay elder center. I hope you, in all your youthful beauty (which does not last forever, by the way) might learn some wisdom from these men as well as compassion. I am an old, but still handsome and in shape “rice queen,” I guess. As far as you’re concerned, completely off the gaydar and probably not even a possible friend. Well, dear, there is a reason you frequent the baths so much and endure so much rejection while searching for your ideal partner. It is because you have put up barriers to true friendship and love. Sometimes life surprises us and presents a friendship that blossoms into love. What a lovely thing that is! Often it is with a type that we never even thought of before.
When we are young we usually search for ourselves or an idealized version of ourselves. But as we mature we realize there are other quite satisfying choices if we only look. In my case, I gradually became aware that men who were quite different from me – a red-haired, blue-eyed Caucasian – were as thrilling to me as gay white youth. In fact, they were often more exciting lovers. Gradually, I became quite entranced with the Asian male, but not because of the cliche reasons. There is something special there that contrasts so nicely with the Western man and his concepts. There is also an almost Greek acceptance of older-younger relationships that benefit the younger while rewarding the older as well. This pairing may be viewed by cynical outsiders as exploitation, but the participants know it is not. It is warm and friendly and caring, but not boring. It is not for everyone, but don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it.
I hope you can get out of the bathhouse soon and find a nice cuddler who appreciates your physical beauty and personality. In order to be cherished you might try looking in some new directions and letting yourself fall in love with kindness and consideration rather than sexual athleticism. Find someone who enriches your life as well as thrilling you in bed from time to time. Just cuddling the one you love can be better that all night sex with a stranger.
As far as America is concerned, you just have to realize that the ideal is the Brad Pitt blue-eyed blond. He’s equivalent to the gorgeous blonde babe with the big tits- e.g., Marilyn Monroe – for straight men. But wiser, more international men will recognize your excellence. EM Forester, the famous author, was gay and chided the British in Colonial India for not being able to see the beauty of the natives who were all around them. Because they weren’t white (and socially equal), they were invisible to the Brits. It was their loss, wasn’t it?
Please, forgive me for going on so long. I wish you happiness and would welcome your reply, if you choose to make one. Please remember that I haven’t read all your stories. Perhaps I will change my mind about you when I have read more.
PS: Not satisfying your partner fully is the mark of a lousy lover, gay or straight. But in the baths, many are selfish.
Wow! It´s very touchy what you say here, at least for me. It´s a wise lesson beyond the superficial hornyness that drive us to have a sexual encounter which we dispose just seconds after the last shot of cum.
I enjoyed reading your stories. I’ve only been to a bath-house (we call them saunas down here) once ever and it was such a disaster I’ve never gone back! Although I’m quite often complimented about my looks, I had no ideas what the rules were. Because I’m shy, every time someone looked at me, I’d look away – sheer force of habit – and blush, even if I was interested. Consequently, after a while no one was even pretending to notice I was there anymore. I was devastated! I thought I must either be extremely ugly after all or have committed some cardinal sin only sauna-patrons know about. I holed up in a corner in the porn room for a while (not the best solution!), gave up, had a wank, raced home and had a cry. I’ve never gone back – I think clubs are more my thing. Looking back on it now, I guess it was just my naiveté and shyness that must have made me seem hyper-aloof to everyone else there, and when I think back on it now I have a good laugh! I still haven’t plucked up the courage to go back though, even with my partner, who goes quite regularly. Anyway, that’s my (very limited) experience of bath-houses.