My girlfriend and I were sitting in the back row of a BART train. We were goofing around: laughing, chatting and sneaking kisses. Then, a middle-aged guy turned around and began questioning us.
"Excuse me, how old are you girls?" he asked.
At first, I thought he was about to hit on us and I wanted to make sure he knew we were underage.
"We're 16," I told him.
But then the conversation took a different turn. " You're so young, how do you really know that you're gay?" he asked us. "Have you ever been with a man?" We put up with his meddling for a while, until my girlfriend finally said it was none of his business.