For all the many years I tended bar while pursuing an acting career, I was constantly hit on by my male patrons. Think about it. I was a female behind the bar forced to speak to all the male customers ordering drinks.

Needless to say, this got old.

Not that I minded talking to male patrons. Difference was from my perspective I was basically slinging drinks, not looking to strike up relationships. I had enough of a losing streak in that department without extending it to my workplace.

So I was delighted when a new bar opened up in West Hollywood on Santa Monica Boulevard in what is the neighborhood known as “Boys Town.”

It was predominantly a gay clientele so I figured my days of being hit on were going to be greatly diminished.

What I was not counting on was something I had never experienced – gay women hitting on me.

Not being at a loss for words very often, I didn’t know how to respond when this happened.

I remember the woman in question in response to my announcing that I was in fact straight, saying, “What the heck are you doing in a gay bar?”

It was one of those quagmire questions for which I didn’t have a “trippingly off the tongue” response.

When I was living in New York City and Los Angeles, I would usually have gay, male roommates, in particular my dear friend Jacques, who is sadly no longer with us. But I found that, and I don’t want to sound like a cliché here, they were always fastidious, held up their end of rent and chores and always kept the refrigerator clean.

In comparison, boyfriends I had had to be cleaned up after and I never had female roommates – not sure why.

In spite of the rare awkward situation with gay women, in general I found the gay bar a good place to work and stayed there until the MS got bad enough I had to come back east.

I just had Herman do a quick search on Google for me and although I remember it was on the corner of Santa Monica Boulevard and La Cienega none of the present establishments rings a bell with me – it must be long gone.

Anyway, although I often describe my career as an aspiring actor as much more a professional waitress and bartender as a means to an end job, instead it wound up being my bread and butter.

And looking back, it wasn’t so bad.