Good times to be had.

Homosex story number…I’ve lost count

So I was sitting at my bus stop today when this school boy came up and asked innocently ‘hello, do you know when the next bus is?’ Unaware, I answered politely and he smiled, thanked me then stood next to me. Awkwardly close. So close his hip was touching my shoulder. I thought to myself ‘maybe he’s just tired and he doesn’t know how close he really is’ and ‘well, at least it’s not the 60 year old men I usually get.’ Feeling slightly uncomfortable, I edged away and sat there silently and awaited the bus. And so it came…

I got on, accidentally walked past a friend whom I only noticed later (sorry Helena) then sat down, listening to One Direction. LOLJKS what do you think I am, gay? Anyway, I turn to see who i’m sitting next to, on one side, a large Indian man who smelt like a combination of sweat and curry powder and on the other, the same schoolboy from before. Surely, it was just coincidence. I mean, he couldn’t have been some sort of homosexual predator, right? RIGHT? WRONG but I’ll get to that later. So he strikes up a conversation with me, (‘thanks for before, i’m sorry I didn’t ask for your name’) I find out his name is Kevin and he’s in year 12 this year. Being the retardedly friendly person I am, I continue conversation with him. He’s a nice guy though and we seem to share a lot in common. Little did I know…

I tell him i’m getting off soon and for some reason he says ‘wait!’ and grabs my arm. My heart stops. Out of fear. And then this happens:

Him: You haven’t given me your number!

Me: Oh sorry buddy, I only just met you. Add me on Facebook though (Y)

Him: What? I thought we had a connection…

Me: …wh…what?

Him: You’re gay, right?

*Cue me apologising awkwardly and then rushing off the bus*

So that’s my homosex story of the day. These things only seem to happen to me though LOL. DO I SERIOUSLY LOOK THAT HOMOSEXUAL? DO I REALLY GIVE OFF THAT HOMOSEX VIBE WHEN I TALK? Oh well, I probably won’t see him again, right? WRONG, he takes the same bus.

In hindsight, I really should’ve sat next to Helena.

Sincerely,

El Mexicano

(Source: fuckyeahdolan, via orange-tictacs)

letterstotheotherside:

msjeng:

What if- (Taken with GifBoom)

This is beyond beauty.

Marry me please.

mcdammit:

i put the ‘semen’ in ‘amusement’

(via orange-tictacs)

My Sister

I’d like to think she’s actually a nice person…but it’s kinda hard. Her personality is like a durian; spiky on the outside, soft on the inside but get a little closer and you’ll actually realise that it smells, tastes and is like a piece of shit.