One time, by now probably more than ten years ago--though it was after the shop had moved to Sansom Street--I went in on a Saturday afternoon looking for a black lycra unitard. The shop was empty, and I was waited on by this incredibly hunky guy with dark curly hair whom I have since been told is the owner's son. I have also been told, on reliable authority, that he is a former dancer who always wore white tights for performances, which drove the straight girls and the gay boys crazy . At the time of my little shopping trip I knew none of this, only that on this Saturday afternoon this hot hunk was selling dancewear while dressed fit for a biker bar--flannel shirt (with sleeves rolled up to reveal hairy forearms), leather vest, jeans, keys hanging on his belt, heavy boots. I told him what I was looking for, and he replied that they had no black lycra unitards for men, but he suggested that I try a woman's, and just wear it backwards. He found one in an appropriate size and offered to let me try it on, which I hadn't been expecting but immediately proceeded to do.By this point I was a nervous wreck with a blue-steel hard-on. I had not been expecting an offer to try on the unitard, yet I just couldn't tell whether this stud was coming on to me. I wasn't getting clear signals, or I was too flustered by having a really hot guy offer to let me try on a black lycra unitard in a deserted dancewear shop to pick up any signals that he may have been sending. And yet--we were alone in the shop. It crossed my mind to ask him to come back to the dressing room to have a look at how the unitard fit, but in the end I took the coward's way out, merely changed back into my street clothes, paid for the unitard, and left the shop. As I have since been told that he's straight, I probably made the correct decision--do nothing. Regardless, I certainly had an unforgettable Saturday afternoon shopping for dancewear at the Rosin Box![/i]