Journia
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So, this evening, I was waiting in the train station, reading a Men's Fitness Magazine, and a man walked up to me. He asked me the time, and I gave an estimate, as I don't carry a watch.
The man was about fifty years old or so. Very well kept in form and in dress. Nothing like the hooligans in the
He then asked me for my number, so that we could meet up. I almost didn't hear him, because I'm actually partially deaf in one ear. Now, this is how the conversation went.
"Hey, what's you number so we can meet up, you and me?"
"What?" I asked unphased as I glanced at him.
"What's your number? So we can meet up."
"Ah...is this a homosexual encounter?" I asked calmly. After all, this didn't bother me at all.
"What?" He asked as he didn't hear me the first time.
"Is this a homosexual encounter?" I repeated.
"Yeah."
"I'm not a homosexual."
He then grabbed my hand softly and began to stroke the space between my thumb and my forefinger ever so softly. "Come on, it can be our little secret."
Still not phased, I denied him again, "I'm not a homosexual."
"But it can be our little secret," he said, almost begging, but not.
"No."
"Well, then the next time I see you, maybe you'll have changed your mind..." He said as he gently freed my hand and began to walk away.
"No," I said, he stopped and turned, "I'll not have changed my mind sir, however, if we do meet again, I won't see you any differently than an equal human being." He nodded, pleased that I wasn't going to bust him out, and left.
I think I handled this wonderfully if you ask me. I never raised my voice or spoke terribly to him, nor did I grow violent. And I left him with the knowledge that, even though he was a homosexual, it did not mean that I would change how I looked at him. I wouldn't think of him as less, simply because he was a homosexual.
And I meant it.
So, from hetero- people and homo- people alike, do you think I did this right?
The man was about fifty years old or so. Very well kept in form and in dress. Nothing like the hooligans in the
He then asked me for my number, so that we could meet up. I almost didn't hear him, because I'm actually partially deaf in one ear. Now, this is how the conversation went.
"Hey, what's you number so we can meet up, you and me?"
"What?" I asked unphased as I glanced at him.
"What's your number? So we can meet up."
"Ah...is this a homosexual encounter?" I asked calmly. After all, this didn't bother me at all.
"What?" He asked as he didn't hear me the first time.
"Is this a homosexual encounter?" I repeated.
"Yeah."
"I'm not a homosexual."
He then grabbed my hand softly and began to stroke the space between my thumb and my forefinger ever so softly. "Come on, it can be our little secret."
Still not phased, I denied him again, "I'm not a homosexual."
"But it can be our little secret," he said, almost begging, but not.
"No."
"Well, then the next time I see you, maybe you'll have changed your mind..." He said as he gently freed my hand and began to walk away.
"No," I said, he stopped and turned, "I'll not have changed my mind sir, however, if we do meet again, I won't see you any differently than an equal human being." He nodded, pleased that I wasn't going to bust him out, and left.
I think I handled this wonderfully if you ask me. I never raised my voice or spoke terribly to him, nor did I grow violent. And I left him with the knowledge that, even though he was a homosexual, it did not mean that I would change how I looked at him. I wouldn't think of him as less, simply because he was a homosexual.
And I meant it.
So, from hetero- people and homo- people alike, do you think I did this right?