Someone has a crush on me.
Actually, two people have a crush on me! It's quite flattering, since they're both attractive, intelligent and spunky and around my age.
It also happens that they're both women.
Yeah...as per my usual crappy luck, not only do I seemingly repel my own sex, I attract the opposite! What kind of a 'mo am I!?
Ever since starting my shitty Generic Office Job (I'll fill you in later), I've notice these two get a little...well..suggestive with me. One keeps asking if I'd be open to letting her take a nap in my lap, and the other one, in total chick fashion, told her female friend (also the one that wants to nap in my lap) that she thinks I look like Mufasa from Lion King.
Granted, I've been called much worse than Mufasa, but seriously, what is that supposed to mean? Like, is that a good thing?
Annnyway...the whole fact that I'm gay hasn't cropped up in conversation yet, so I guess they're both labouring under the idea that I'm straight and available. And it would feel totally presumptuous of me to simply tell them that while I'm flattered, they're missing the correct anatomy to attract me.
It just seems to carry on with my usual luck that, while two completely viable potential persons of romantic interest present themselves, they're just...uh...not my type.
Eventually, when one of them flat-out asks me, or if the opportunity presents itself, I'll out myself and be done with it. But I just don't want to be that guy who's all, "Guess what gang, I'm a homo!" out of nowhere.
At least I know, should I ever really run dry in the gay world, I can still live a totally heterosexual life and make it believable.