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I really wish I had any gaydar reading at all.
I'm not talking about being able to tell about other people -- I'm talking about other people being able to tell about me. There's this incredibly pretty girl at a bakery I go to sometimes. Huge green eyes. Big smile. Always gives me samples of things and says she's happy to see me and remembers that it's been a while since I was last in.
I would know for absolutely certain she was flirting, if only I didn't also know that NO ONE ever thinks I'm gay when they look at me. Ditto this other girl at a coffee shop I often go to.
Moreover, I seem to have 'conquered' yet another straight girl. I see all the warning signs I've gotten familiar with over the past few years. She gets all giggly and nervous around me, blushes when I say anything remotely flirty. Not that I want to date her, but man, I'm getting very very sick of whatever this (useless) magic power of mine is, to make assuredly straight women do that 'wow, if I were gay, I'd totally go for you' thing.
It's flattering the first five times. After that, it just makes you realize how profoundly the odds are against you.
.... This concludes my whine for the day. Life is good. Those free bakery samples were damn delicious. And no, I'm STILL not going to shave my head and get a rainbow tattoo on my bicep.
I'm not talking about being able to tell about other people -- I'm talking about other people being able to tell about me. There's this incredibly pretty girl at a bakery I go to sometimes. Huge green eyes. Big smile. Always gives me samples of things and says she's happy to see me and remembers that it's been a while since I was last in.
I would know for absolutely certain she was flirting, if only I didn't also know that NO ONE ever thinks I'm gay when they look at me. Ditto this other girl at a coffee shop I often go to.
Moreover, I seem to have 'conquered' yet another straight girl. I see all the warning signs I've gotten familiar with over the past few years. She gets all giggly and nervous around me, blushes when I say anything remotely flirty. Not that I want to date her, but man, I'm getting very very sick of whatever this (useless) magic power of mine is, to make assuredly straight women do that 'wow, if I were gay, I'd totally go for you' thing.
It's flattering the first five times. After that, it just makes you realize how profoundly the odds are against you.
.... This concludes my whine for the day. Life is good. Those free bakery samples were damn delicious. And no, I'm STILL not going to shave my head and get a rainbow tattoo on my bicep.