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Jian Ghomeshi?

Will Ghomeshi get convicted on Thursday?

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alexd

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IT HAPPENED TO ME: I ACCIDENTALLY WENT ON DATE WITH A PRESUMED-GAY CANADIAN C-LIST CELEBRITY WHO CREEPILY PROVED HE ISN'T GAY

Carla Ciccone
Jun 10, 2013

I met a man I'll call Keith at an outdoor concert in Toronto last year. I was sitting with a group of people, Jake Gyllenhaal among them (sorry for the name drop, but he factors into the story later), and Keith walked up to introduce himself to us.

I knew of Keith because he has a successful radio show in Canada. A lot of Canadians love him for his views, interviews, and radio voice.

As Keith schmoozed with the people around me, I enjoyed the concert and also tried to make Jake fall for me using telepathic love vibes. Just kidding. There were no love vibes, and the only feeling Jake had was annoyance after Keith arrived. He kept trying to talk to Jake, who wasn’t feeling his “I really want to get you on my show and maybe into your pants” vibe, so Keith soon turned his attention to me.

“Sorry, how do you pronounce your name again?” he said.

“Um, Carla,” I replied.

“Oh, I thought it was more complicated, like Carafalooota,” he said. I laughed.

A few minutes later, the concert was over, and my party and I left.

The next day, I sent Keith a public Twitter message saying it was nice to meet him. It was. I, like many Canadians, was a fan of his show.

Actually, truth be told, I’ve never listened to his show, but still, I appreciated him as a talented radio personality.

Keith wrote me a private message soon after saying he read some of my work online and really liked my writing. He also asked me if I’d like to join him to see Metric play the next night at the Opera House.

I’d always wanted to see Metric live, and I thought I might be able to make Keith my best gay friend in Toronto. I was still a newbie and needed friends. I also figured that the friendship might lead to exciting Toronto career opportunities down the line. He did say he liked my writing.


I don't have any pictures from the night of the concert, but this was taken around that time. So innocent. So naïve. So badly in need of new highlights.
The next night, I met him at a wine bar for a quick drink before the show. When I walked in, I was greeted by both the overwhelming stench of his cologne and the sinking feeling that Keith was not, as I had assumed, gay. This wasn’t a friend date; it was a date, date –- at least to him.

He looked at me the way a creepy older man looks at a young, silly girl he’s going to buy a drink he’s planning to slip a roofie into. I didn’t know what to do. He was 15 years older than me, but what’s more, I found him totally unattractive and didn’t want to be on a date with him.

But I couldn’t just leave.

“So, you’re friends with Jake Gyllenhaal?” he asked.

“No. I met him yesterday and we talked about baseball for five minutes,” I said.

“Oh. He seems like a jerk, eh?” he said.

“I thought he was nice,” I said.

Nervous and trying to avoid eye contact with him, I proceeded to talk about nothing in particular for the next 20 minutes with such speed, he might have thought I had just done an eight ball in the bathroom.

He checked his phone approximately 35 times and mentioned the memoir he was writing about 10 times. Apparently, he was in a band when he was younger, or something. I wasn’t really paying attention.

Before my drink was finished, Keith rushed me out of the bar to get to the concert down the street.

In front of the small venue, he introduced me to a bunch of people he thought I would know.

“You’re meeting the who’s who of Canadian indie rock!” he whispered into my ear enthusiastically. I had no idea who they were, but most of them had cool beards. The way he introduced me, however, was disconcerting. I was being “presented,” in the same way Tom Cruise used to present Katie Holmes on red carpets. I did not like it.

I wanted to let him know I wasn’t into him, but he seemed like a harmless dork, and I didn’t want to embarrass him in front of his bearded friends.

As I talked to one of them, I’d look up every now and then to catch a glimpse of Keith staring at me intently with a strange smile on his face. He was giving me the heebie jeebies and, again, I wanted to leave.

But Metric. It’ll be fine once we’re inside, I thought, we’re just watching a concert.

There was no assigned seating, and we were standing on the balcony. As soon as the lights went down, and the first notes started playing, I felt a sweaty hand travel across the back of my dress and grab my ass.

That hand was Keith’s.

Shocked, I looked up at him like “WHAT?!” He looked back at me with sex eyes and smiled. Disgusted, I asked him to stop, and stepped away from him and his hand.

This is Metric playing the Opera House. Emily Haines, can you hear my heart beating like a hammer? HELP ME!
I figured he’d get the point since I moved, but instead, he followed me. I watched the concert intently, but he soon grabbed my hand to hold it.

His friends were right behind us, and they all smiled when I looked back. Despite my extreme discomfort, I felt I couldn’t tell Keith off, so I discreetly pulled my hand away, crossed my arms over my stomach and stared straight ahead.

When he started rubbing my back, I again told him to stop, and when he put his hand over my shoulders, I said I was hot and lifted it off.

“Oh yeah, you’re hot,” he replied.

Dying inside, I felt sad that not only had I lost interest in watching Metric, but they were also starting to sound like tainted torture music.

I was planning my exit strategy when Keith grabbed the strap my large purse and took it off my shoulder.

“What are you doing?” I said.

“Shhh,” he replied, placing my purse on the ground and slipping his arm around my waist to pull me closer.

“What the fuck?!” I said. “You don’t put a woman’s purse on the dirty ground.” Apparently, I have more respect for a leather purse from my mom than for my own body. Not really -- but this was my breaking point.

“But it’s in the way,” he said. He seemed intrigued, and challenged, by my passionate reaction.

“I’ll be back.” I couldn’t take it anymore. Keith had gone from harmless dork to repulsive sexual predator.

I ran down the stairs and called my sister from the bathroom. “What do I do?” I was concerned that he would somehow ruin my fledgling career in Canadian media forever if I bailed on him, as stupid as that sounds.

“Get outta there,” my sister said. I wanted to. Desperately. Running down the stairs had given me a taste of the freedom that could so easily be mine if I just ran outside and never looked back. But I didn’t want to be rude, and I thought it best to leave on good terms.

(This is the part where I really want to go back in time and shake myself.)

I did what any good, failed Catholic girl plagued by a crippling sense of guilt would do: I lied.

“I have to go, I have a terrible headache -- a migraine. I also have to work very early. Sorry,” I said, looking towards the EXIT sign with a renewed hopefulness that I hadn't felt in hours.

“Oh no. I’ll drive you,” he said.

“NO! I mean, no. I don’t want to ruin the show for you. I’ll get a cab.”

“I can’t let you take a cab if you have a migraine,” he said, leading me down the stairs with a “concerned” creepy hand on the small of my back.

I insisted on taking a cab until I realized that he was walking me to his car, which was right outside.

All but defeated, I got into his car, pissed off that I was doing so, and stared out the window listlessly.

Even though I had a terrible fake migraine, he insisted on talking to me.

“Do you recognize the colors of my car?” he said.

“They are black and red. Like Spider-Man?” I said.

“Ha! No. That’s silly. They’re the colors of my show,” he laughed.

“But your show is on the radio, and I don't listen to it,” I confessed. I was DONE.

“Did I tell you I’m writing a book?” he asked.

“Multiple times,” I said. “You can stop here.”

We were a block from my apartment and there was no way he was going to know my address.

“I’ll walk you to the door,” he said, unbuckling his seatbelt.

“No, you won’t,” I said. “Thank you for the concert and the ride. Have a good night.”

He leaned in and I avoided his lips by giving him a half-hearted hug, but he still managed to peck the side of my pursed mouth as I was turning to get out of the car. I urgently yanked on the door handle until the door sprang open, and scurried out.

Once I reached my front door, I started crying in shame. A thick layer of self-loathing had settled over my once-optimistic heart. Why had I handled the night that way? Why didn’t I tell him he was acting like as asshole and I only agreed to meet him because I, like the rest of Canada, thought he was gay? Why am I so passive in awkward situations? WHY? WHY? WHYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

I had a hot shower to remove his gross cologne stench, which had stuck to me like an airborne virus.

The next morning, I awoke to a text from him.

“If you’re late for work, blame it on me ;)

I didn't reply to Keith’s text, thinking that he would take the hint; but based on past experience I should have known Keith does not a hint take.

As his messages became more and more pathetic, (e.g., “Did we break up already?”), I eventually confessed the truth and told him that I was sorry but I thought it was a friend date, not a real date, and I wasn’t interested.

To this, he replied: “Eeep! Totes diff. vibe from yest.” (He actually texted those words. Like that. To a girl he was interested in.)

Over the next two weeks, his texts begged me to give him another chance. He even went so far as to promise that he looks better with TV makeup on, like that would make a difference.

I felt sorry for him. Clearly being a C-list Canadian celebrity hadn’t afforded him any “game.”

He finally stopped texting, but every time his name came up in conversation, or I saw his face in an ad, I cringed.

In talking to my friends Crystal and Melissa, I found out that Keith has tried his same creepy-ass moves out on many other girls. He once lured a friend of theirs into a hotel room to “watch a movie,” and tried to sleep with her once she sat on the bed. She, too, had thought him harmless and gay beforehand.

Two months later, I was walking down the street and passed a man who was wearing an offensive amount of Keith’s pungent cologne. Overcome by scent-memory nausea, I vomited into a nearby trashcan. A concerned older lady came up to me. “Are you pregnant, dear?” she asked.

“Only with disgust, thank God,” I said, smiling. She smiled back, perplexed.

And that was how I expelled the gross feelings left over from the worst “date” I’ve ever gone on.

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It Happened To Me: I Accidentally Went On Date With A Presumed-Gay Canadian C-List Celebrity Who Creepily Proved He Isn't Gay | xoJane
 

JamesM

TRIBE Member
I really don't like this guy, like I don't like fucking George douchebaggery.

Simply trying based on an abdicated guess of how awesome is. And privileged must be a son of an executive. Go back and try again.
 

JamesM

TRIBE Member
Most of the talent. On CBC now are sons and Daugters of execs running a cooking show. And bob Suzuki taking some pure political crap now. No more wildlife.
 
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rentboy

TRIBE Member
By tools.. Sure.
Q is a pretty good show for the most part. To his credit, Ghomeshi is an affable host who emits knowledge and enthusiasm for his guests. I'm never really big on the music selection, but the variety of discussion makes for an entertaining listen. That's what an arts and culture show is about.

It's unfortunate to hear that side of his character come out.
 

acheron

TRIBE Member
He's a caricature of the winking, finger-pistol shootin' smoothy. that's what gets me. the pure smarm of it all.

George Strombolopolamadingdong used to serve me coffee at Just Desserts back in the day. He was alright then, he's alright now. I just don't get how he's a national celebrity, equal billing with Peter Mansbridge. Like what? CBC is so mixed up these days.
 
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octo

TRIBE Member
so this girl runs to bathroom to call her sister. her sister says leave. and she goes back. then gets into his car to go home? because she wants to protect her career in the media? and then she rights a piece basically pointing the finger at Jian? i'm not buying it.

who ever though Ghomeshi was gay?

i really like Q. he's a great interviewer. guests regularly make a point of telling him how much they enjoyed the interview and how much better it is than other interviews they do.

lame thread. alex d is trying to turn tribe into a supermarket gossip magazine
 

MoFo

TRIBE Member
He is known to get girls. Girls have always been into him so he's probably got this gross womanizer thing going now. I've also heard stories from people I know and who have worked with him but that's all hearsay I guess. But I 100% doubt any of these women were lying. Very credible members of the media.

But I've seen him on plenty of dates with different women so... Why would anyone think he was gay? Is that a thing? Has he ever acknowledged that he was gay? Is he effeminate? Is she saying that she thought he was gay because he acts gay? Don't really get that part but I'm willing to bet he is a creep who doesn't get the hint.

I feel bad for women for having to go through shit like this on a regular basis. Must be tough to always feel like prey in an unsexy way.

To be honest, I wanna hear more about Jake. Swoonerama.
 

rave jedi

TRIBE Member
Before Jian became the "semi-famous" person that he is today, I never once thought for a second he was gay. Why??? Many, many years ago, I saw this fella with one of the hottest girls I'd ever seen walking down my street holding hands. Needless to say, I was jealous and always wished I could land a superbabe as beautiful as his girlfriend that particular day in the 90's. ch33se Not trying to be steretypical, but over the years I would learn Persian guys are studs and very smooth with the ladies (in an asshole kind of way).

Also, a couple years ago I ran into him in the waiting room at a medical centre in the east-end of the city. No it was not the Hassle-Free Clinic for an STD to which I'm sure he's had a few. LOL Again, in the waiting room he was accompanied by another pretty girl he was dating. In fact, I've never not seen him without a pretty girl in my two chance encounters over the years.

Bottomline, somebody should forward this Tribe thread to this Carla chick and tell her just how off her "gaydar" was.

BTW, mofo it was only here on Tribe in one of your many posts that I discovered Vin Diesel was gay. I first read about it here and you also exposed Chris Brown here on Tribe as well. New things you learn on Tribe every day! :p
 
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I_bRAD

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I always thought Gomeshi was his own biggest fan. The way he kisses his guests asses so hard puts me off. Apparently he tries to make up for it with the ladies.
 
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alexd

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Many years ago, a girl who later became my girlfriend for a number of years, took me to a Moxy Fruvous show at what is now called C'est What and introduced me to him. I recall him being full of himself, even then, and hated the band. That is my brush with C-Level celebrity greatness story.
 

stryker

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Many years ago, a girl who later became my girlfriend for a number of years, took me to a Moxy Fruvous show at what is now called C'est What and introduced me to him. I recall him being full of himself, even then, and hated the band. That is my brush with C-Level celebrity greatness story.
going to a Moxy Fruvous concert was your first mistake...lol

I've got no problem with Gomeshi. Who's to say that she's not distorting the whole thing to get blog traffic. I don't see what the big deal is. He hit on a girl that whored herself out for Metric tickets. They both sound like douchebags.

Stew
 
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praktik

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Ya i dunno, at first I thought "wait, is this a piece outing him for being gay"?

No, its a piece outing him for being a loser... and I just wonder what the value in the story is at all really, people are awkward losers, ok cool... next??
 

sianspherica

TRIBE Member
who ever though Ghomeshi was gay?

i really like Q. he's a great interviewer. guests regularly make a point of telling him how much they enjoyed the interview and how much better it is than other interviews they do.

lame thread. alex d is trying to turn tribe into a supermarket gossip magazine
Agree on all three of those points.

I've listened to Q for years, Jian is a great interviewer. Really glad he's on CBC.

I've never thought he was gay either.

AND wtf is with the recent "headline grabbing" shit on here that Alex is posting, is he trying to draw google searches with this stuff?
 
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