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Because men are always trying to pick me up at random, and women are completely uninterested in me.
Jesus, you'd think I had a rainbow belt, muscles, and a right-earlobe piercing. Not to mention a bunch of tight faggoty clothes. What is it with these people? |
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By "these people," I mean the ones who try to pick me up every single goddamned day. I'm not gay or willing to learn, yet, just last night this dude struck up a conversation in the subway, and before I knew what was what, he was inviting me to spend the night at his place. And, frankly, on my knees. Anyway, the point is, nothing could be more flattering than having women throw themselves at me, but having gay men do it just makes me feel as though they must know something I don't.
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