I would occasionally go to a very attractive in a way that I can't explain bar with my girfriend. I found it to be a fairly comforting environment even beyond the fact that no one was chatting her up. When a particularly homophobic fella was kicked out for loudly complaining about being touched by men, there was a certain solidarity between everyone there. Not because we were all homosexuals (we weren't), but because none of us were bigoted.