Tuesday, June 9, 2015

My only conversation with (that guy)

"Can you call me on the phone. I need to make sure you're a girl."

Ok. Sure. Weird. But sure. So I called him on the phone.

"Sorry but so many gay guys text me."

No problem.

"I'm not gay."

Got it. Not gay.

"They'll even disguise their voices and pretend to be girls."

Well you're hot. But your bio says you're straight, so...

"Where are you?"

Right now, West Hollywood. Hanging with a friend.

"Ugh. I hate that place."

Why?

"I go into that part of town and guys are all over me."

You look like Channing Tatum. If you dance like him then you'd really be in trouble. Because let's face it, the only reason to watch 'Magic Mike' is to see Channing Tatum, dance. 

"I walked into this gay bar in West Hollywood, and got mauled!"

But you're straight. 

"Right."

Well you were in a gay bar, in a gay populated town. Why were you in a gay bar?

"Just checking things out. Seeing what's out there."

But you're straight?

"Yeah."

Bi curious?

"No way!"

So... why were you in a gay bar?

"I like to see what's out there."

Gotcha.

Aaaaand that was the end of our phone call.

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