Weird night at the karaoke bar. I had my choice of a quarter of post-wall 5.5s, and I'm like nah, did one of them already this week. Another chick, generous 7, young, slim, sings like an angel but in need of a makeover, is on scene. She's with friends, a dude, 5'10" 300 pounds, and another one, 5'7", 220.

Gal sings. Like an angel. Really cool, and funny, with stage presence. 300-pound sings. Poorly. This cycle repeats.

I do three songs in four hours (it's Friday.) Lawyers, Guns and Money, Leave Your Hat On, and Crazy Bitch, the latter two inspired by this bach. party I'm going to tonight. She sings... I forgot, but it was good.

Anyway, around 1:30, I approach. It's become clear by then that the two dudes are orbiters, from body language. 300-pound dude greets me, "this man is clearly a homosexual." 220-pounder says, "yes, obviously." The two keep it up for a time.

I nod at 7, say, "this is a pic of my ex-wife; I'm straight" hand her image. Then I tell her to put her number in my phone. She does. Orbiters howl. I will certainly call, since it's unlikely many others have lasted gauntlet.

How do others deal with imposing betas?