You know what? I don't even know if girls check me out. I've noticed once or twice in my lifetime.
And I've noticed guys checking me out about the same number of times (excepting, of course, gay bars, NYC, San Francisco, and the Gateway, which are smorgasbords).
And it's funny how much different it is. Sure it's nice to feel attractive (as a gay man) to members of the opposite sex. But today when I saw a cute gay boy at Great Harvest, made eyes and had eyes made in return... let's just say I'm in dreamland (I'll refrain from describing here his cerulean eyes, his cute hat and perfect arms... oh those arms!).
And that's how I know.
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