It's been a while since I've been so impressed by the opposite sex, that I started behaving like a silly schoolgirl...all butterflies, skittish eye-contact and awkward silences. But in portrait class this week I met my Nemesis and looked straight in the eyes of a guy that made my stomach turn 360 degrees and do a backflip at the same time. Boy was he gorgeous “and probably gay” echoes in my head. Well about 75% change of it anyway. He is in theatre, loves to dance, does modeling for fun and looks like you could put him on top of a cake and just take a bite...:) So he must be gay. Or maybe I just want him to be. For there was no vibe what so ever from him to me, while I made the Richter scale blush, he was like the man in the bubble, the eye of the storm, a blank canvas... nothing. Damn I am losing my touch. So he is gay...most definitely. He’s gay.
2 comments:
sigh. when there is no reciprocal heat... alas...
sounds to me, though, like winter is losing it's grip on you.
Well spring is trying to do it's best / worst and think she is winning...:)
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