The Olympics have started and since I now know the joys of cable, I can actually watch men's figure skating if I so wish. I have an obsession with men's figure skating because let's face it, there's nothing gayer then a man going over the ice in tight ass leotards and doing jumps and spins. (and skating costumes.. usually glittery). Though in terms of real life gayness, I think the pinnacle of it was when I let the College Theater Professor's BOYFRIEND borrow some yaoi manga. I was never so embarassed in my life. It was kind of funny, but it was sort of like "Well I hope he doesn't think that I think that way about all real life gay men.". I know quite well that yaoi is fantasy (though in my imaginings Hyuga and Sigurd still have sex ten times a day.. because it's just that, a fantasy).
Ohohohoho.. though, today one of the new straight guys started hitting on me. He's probably the only one on night shift that doesn't know I'm a lesbian. What the hell is it with guys. I mean he pouted when I didn't give him my reeses peanut butter cup (I hate peanut butter.. and I get a lunchable every day a work.. which unfortunately -has- that in it, along with the little fold out Star Wars booklets that sort of loses it's charm once you get Anakin EVERY SINGLE TIME.)
Well he'll find out, someone's bound to tell him that I'm a lesbian.. either that or they're going to sit there and snicker at him while he makes a fool out of himself.