Okay. So I’ve been gone a while, if you noticed. And I apologise, but a lot of things have happened.
I mean, a lot.
So I made a new blog.. What the content is.. You’ll have to click this URL and find out. ;-)
And I’ll be using that a bit more often than I do this.
/fell in love.
So I have a date today.
Slightly nervous. Even though we’ve hung out - this is an actual date and well, I’m shitting brix.
How I see men
Guy: Gay
Guy standing: Totally gay
Guy walking: That walk is so gay
Guy texting: Texting your gay lover I bet
Guy working out: Getting ripped for other gay men for sure
Two guys eating: They're totally gay for each other
Guy with his girlfriend: Its a ploy he's gay
Guy married with children: He's living a lie he's gay
Every guy I see: God you're gay and you dont even know it
The one guy I have a crush on: But what if he's straight
Being sick is the worst.
Unless you take my Doctor into this post. Who’s pretty much restored my faith in British men. Because he was cute, and small. And if I wasn’t sick I would’ve been able to tell if he was flirting or not. Because all I could do is avoid eye contact and crotch-glance.
