Everything about this story from David Brooks is horrifying…

BROOKS: You know, all three of us spend a lot of time covering politicians and I don't know about you guys, but in my view, they're all emotional freaks of one sort or another. They're guaranteed to invade your personal space, touch you. I sat next to a Republican senator once at dinner and he had his hand on my inner thigh the whole time. I was like, ehh, get me out of here.

HARWOOD: What?

BROOKS: I can only imagine what happens to you guys.

O'DONNELL: Sorry, who was that?

BROOKS: I'm not telling you, I'm not telling you.

Really, anonymous closeted gay Republican senator who may or may not actually exist?! David Brooks? You're going to risk outing yourself as an FOLC (Friend of Larry Craig) for David Brooks' inner thigh?! Really?! You just couldn't keep your hand away from that polyester-wrapped pile of uncooked Wonder Bread dough?

You're just crying out to be caught, aren't you?