Fact or Fiction?
The fact that he called me to find out where I was. Straight.
The fact that he told me he’s in Living Quarters. So gay.
The fact that he went ga-ga over a pair of pants slashed 30% at G2000. Gay.
The way he touched the material of the pants. Gay.
The way he resisted buying the pants by walking out from the shop. Straight.
The fact that he’s concern whether I have eaten my dinner. Couldn’t tell.
The fact that he ate pasta. Couldn’t tell.
The fact that he drank diet pepsi. Gay.
The fact that he buat muka when I told him a particular guy I prosecute is cute. Straight.
The way he noticed of the jewelleries that I wore. Gay.
The fact that he paid for my dinner without even letting me peek at the amount. Straight.
The fact that he smoked Salem cigarettes. Gay.
The fact that he commented on a particular girl’s hair colour being ugly. Gay.
The way he looked into my eyes. Straight.
The fact that he guided me to the escalator. Straight.
The fact that he made a pit-stop at a gaming shop. Straight.
The fact that he bend down to pick up a candy that I ‘accidentally’ dropped. Straight.
The fact that he prefer Da Vinci Code the movie than the book. Straight.
The way he liked Jessica Alba’s tiger beer ad. Couldn’t tell.
The fact that he went woohoo-ing when a car race’s wager is a girl. Straight.
The fact that he gasped in pain upon seeing images of cars crashing into each other. Straight.
The fact that he looked at couples getting cozy in their cinema seats. Couldn’t tell.
The way he glanced at me when I flinched during tense scenes. Straight.
The fact that he whispered the main character’s teeth were crooked. Gay.
The fact that he didn’t move his arm away when I rested my elbow on the arm-rest between our seats. Couldn’t tell.
The fact that I think there were friction. Straight.
The way our shoulders touch. Straight.
The way he reacted when I ran my fingers through his hair to sort out the mess. Straight.
The fact that he was afraid to get to his car because it was dark. Gay.
The way he dissed women drivers. Straight.
The way he speaks highly of his mom. Couldn’t tell.
The way he doesn’t accept dares. Gay.
The fact that he promised to pick me up on the morning of 7th driving a beemer. Straight.
Sigh… in the end, a 4 hour movie date left me with more questions than answers.
The fact that he told me he’s in Living Quarters. So gay.
The fact that he went ga-ga over a pair of pants slashed 30% at G2000. Gay.
The way he touched the material of the pants. Gay.
The way he resisted buying the pants by walking out from the shop. Straight.
The fact that he’s concern whether I have eaten my dinner. Couldn’t tell.
The fact that he ate pasta. Couldn’t tell.
The fact that he drank diet pepsi. Gay.
The fact that he buat muka when I told him a particular guy I prosecute is cute. Straight.
The way he noticed of the jewelleries that I wore. Gay.
The fact that he paid for my dinner without even letting me peek at the amount. Straight.
The fact that he smoked Salem cigarettes. Gay.
The fact that he commented on a particular girl’s hair colour being ugly. Gay.
The way he looked into my eyes. Straight.
The fact that he guided me to the escalator. Straight.
The fact that he made a pit-stop at a gaming shop. Straight.
The fact that he bend down to pick up a candy that I ‘accidentally’ dropped. Straight.
The fact that he prefer Da Vinci Code the movie than the book. Straight.
The way he liked Jessica Alba’s tiger beer ad. Couldn’t tell.
The fact that he went woohoo-ing when a car race’s wager is a girl. Straight.
The fact that he gasped in pain upon seeing images of cars crashing into each other. Straight.
The fact that he looked at couples getting cozy in their cinema seats. Couldn’t tell.
The way he glanced at me when I flinched during tense scenes. Straight.
The fact that he whispered the main character’s teeth were crooked. Gay.
The fact that he didn’t move his arm away when I rested my elbow on the arm-rest between our seats. Couldn’t tell.
The fact that I think there were friction. Straight.
The way our shoulders touch. Straight.
The way he reacted when I ran my fingers through his hair to sort out the mess. Straight.
The fact that he was afraid to get to his car because it was dark. Gay.
The way he dissed women drivers. Straight.
The way he speaks highly of his mom. Couldn’t tell.
The way he doesn’t accept dares. Gay.
The fact that he promised to pick me up on the morning of 7th driving a beemer. Straight.
Sigh… in the end, a 4 hour movie date left me with more questions than answers.
posted by hazard at 10:21 AM
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