Tuesday, December 29, 2009
When people figure out (note how I said “figure out”) that I am interested in the same sex, they do this weird thing where they sit there and look for people that they assume that I would think is cute.
That happened today at Olive Garden. They already kinda knew. No surprise to them because they’re open to it, and they’ve known me for a while. But for some reason they just want to know what type of guy I’m into. To be honest, I couldn’t answer that question myself even.
They kept pointing at every male waiter and asking if I thought he was hot. Of course they were handsome, but I wouldn’t go as far as think they were hot. I mean, they weren’t even talking to us, nor did I know what their voices sounded like.
Honestly though, I had the hots for our waitress named Cheryl. She had a cute little face with cute facial expressions, she spoke very intelligently and sincere. You bet I was flirting with her. I shocked my co workers by doing that.
I shock people all the time by showing them I am still attracted to the opposite sex.
That happened today at Olive Garden. They already kinda knew. No surprise to them because they’re open to it, and they’ve known me for a while. But for some reason they just want to know what type of guy I’m into. To be honest, I couldn’t answer that question myself even.
They kept pointing at every male waiter and asking if I thought he was hot. Of course they were handsome, but I wouldn’t go as far as think they were hot. I mean, they weren’t even talking to us, nor did I know what their voices sounded like.
Honestly though, I had the hots for our waitress named Cheryl. She had a cute little face with cute facial expressions, she spoke very intelligently and sincere. You bet I was flirting with her. I shocked my co workers by doing that.
I shock people all the time by showing them I am still attracted to the opposite sex.
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