Why do str8 people think that just because you're gay, you lust after every other gay person?
Let me explain:
In my quest for love, I let my injection specialist set me up with her friend.
I mean, I didn't want to go in the first place, but she insisted we were perfect for each other, so she cooked up this idea that we could meet in a bar on the pretense of returning my phone.
He wasn't my type.
He was one of those "power fags" with a short haircut and a designer suit - and he smelled of too much cologne and carried a man purse. I don't think I was his type either. I mean, with my rock-n-roll Farrah flip and East Village hipster style, he looked rather startled when he met me. During our brief time together, he barely glanced in my direction; and within minutes, he grabbed our friend and made a hasty exit.
Odd thing is, the next day my friend called and informed me he wanted the three of us to have dinner.
I can't figure them out.