When two non-gay guys complained to me how they were hit on by a gay, I couldn't help but laugh my head off. The only consolation I could ever offer was, "I get mistaken as gay too".
It wasn't effective though... apparently it didn't bring them much comfort. My situation was inevitable, I was told. I suppose that's true, since I hang out with friends who are gays. But the difference was, I never took offence, I'd just be curious each time I was mistaken as one. So their obvious discomfort was simply too irresistible for me to not be cheeky. Lol!
Well, that was just a few hours before I learnt something from a friend. She shared with me how a gay friend of mine described me and said that I have a "hot bod". Yikes.. I wouldn't even begin to think or use such words on myself... hot in my definition are the likes of Kate Moss and Nicole Kidman (sighh...) and I'm definitely nowhere close. Plus I've always believed that I dress modestly (much to the disagreement of my friends though... lol!)
Ok, the point is, I know how full of crap she is, and I love her for that. She'd always jokingly "hit on me", and I'd always attack her back with a bout of pinches. But that bit of information... that phrase... it just made me feel uneasy and weird.
I can't help it.
It just doesn't sound right.
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