I shook my head furiously. “No! It’s cool. I mean, I have nothing against gay people at all. I’m not saying gay people as an offensive term either. That sounded wrong. Just, well I sort of have gay friends. Sort of. Sam and Mark? I’m sure you’ve heard of them. They actually don’t embrace their gay pride, or anything, they’re just always touching and stuff. But yea! Gay people... they are AWESOME!” I blurted out like an utter idiot. God, I can’t shut my mouth when I’m nervous.

Oh good God. I’ve just realized. If... he’s gay, then. Wow, not awkward at ALLLL.

“O....kay. Thank you, I suppose. I’ll just let you know, that just because I’m gay, nothing will change between us. So you won’t have to worry about it. Besides, you’re not my type at all.”

Oh, well that’s a relie- wait. What did he mean by, “I’m not his type”?

“What?” I asked, feeling my ego start to deflate,” Why not?”

He shrugged, “Oh... well no offense or anything, but you’re too skinny... and your height doesn’t reach my standards.”

Standards? How rude... a gay guy doesn’t even find me attractive, how completely pathetic! (c)

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