Despite having a reputation for being extremely garrulous, there are rare extreme moments when even I find myself at a loss. So trust me, I can still be left speechless. And not just because of acute laryngitis.
You see, I just came out at work. Again inadvertently.
Remember how I wished my overenthused colleagues could find something other than dreary academia to interest themselves in? You know what they say - be careful what you wish for, you just might get it?
Blair : You know, I found the perfect girl for Paul.Paul : Grrr. I'd rather fuck that hot piece of man eye-candy.
Well, a chance comment at work had a few of my Gungho Ginny colleagues collectively abandoning their textbooks en masse to lecture me on the patent evils of singledom. According to them - and evidently Jane Austen too - it is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.
They certainly lost no time in persuading me. So these budding matchmakers busied themselves searching through their address books to introduce a dozen or so unmarried fillies to me. Seriously. What is it with hospitals, women and the fine art of matchmaking?
Is it infectious?
Genny : How about Dr Doomette? Isn't she pretty?
Paul : Not my type. I prefer broad hairy shoulders.
Ginny : How about this girl I know? Bimbette's a teacher...
Paul : You know what, I don't need a girl. I already have a boyfriend.
Ginny : OMG. You'll say anything to get out of a blind date.
Genny : HAHAHA.
Paul : Seriously. A guy. We fuck around and all that.
Ginny : Gosh, just take the number will ya? And call her.
Damn motherchucker is right.
I think I preferred them raving over medical journals rather than hypothetical nuptials. But nothing could have prepared me for their response of course - well, nothing like abject disbelief to leave me speechless! Were they all temporarily deafened by fantasy marriage schemes? Were their overworked brains so clogged with dry medical facts that they couldn't accept the notion of homosexuality? Did I phrase my coming out incorrectly?
Wait a minute, don't I fit into the regular fag stereotype? Don't know whether I should be insulted! Who knows, next time I'd probably prepare a detailed slideshow to drive home the point that I'm a raging homo!
6 comments:
wooooot...
here's a number of a guy instead. LMAO
Sometimes I do tell myself that "why is that people don't believe that I am gay even after you tell them"...Once, I had to kiss a guy to prove it to a girl ! She thought all gay guys are sissy ones ! Well, I had difficulties in explaining to her that there are broad chested hairy ones too ...;-)
he he ... the ultimate revenge - shock by gay porn slides! ha ha ...
prash: so true, so true. sometimes, they are very much, the BEST kind. :)
I guess people just want to hear what they want to hear. And some people out there either can't accept or can't understand..we all know that. Nice way of cominf\g out to them, by the way. :)
So does she believe you yet?
I just had a colleague who told me over lunch that I've to be brainwashed to believe in marriages and relationships. He kept telling me that a woman is not completely happy if she doesn't have a family. Heh.
Scandalous right, ah bonG!
Broad chested. Yum. Hairy. Yum. You said it right, prash. Kenneth and I agree.
Bet they weren't even listening, cleo.
I don't think all women believe that, vengelyne. But certain people do need a family.. like me! I want a family too!
paul
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