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A guy asked for my number on the train ride home today. Backstory: I was wearing a thin shirt and tight jeans, and stretching out by the guardrails, so I do suppose I was asking for it.
It's always like that. One gay guy. Another guy. Curious, interested, lustful, incredulous, hopeful, resigned exchange of glances, in that order. Sudden, surreptitious eye contact. Nonchalant nudging by one party. The other party thinking "what the hell, it's attention" and nudging back. Bumping when the train jolts. AND THEN "psst can I have number". AND THEN "um well no I'm Korean".
KOREAN.
What the fuck, Joseph. Korean. Honestly.
Also, what Snaps Cup meme? You know you love me.
It's always like that. One gay guy. Another guy. Curious, interested, lustful, incredulous, hopeful, resigned exchange of glances, in that order. Sudden, surreptitious eye contact. Nonchalant nudging by one party. The other party thinking "what the hell, it's attention" and nudging back. Bumping when the train jolts. AND THEN "psst can I have number". AND THEN "um well no I'm Korean".
KOREAN.
What the fuck, Joseph. Korean. Honestly.
Also, what Snaps Cup meme? You know you love me.