Friday afternoon, walking underground to reach the subway, I was jamming away to some tunes. Then I heard a voice, and don't ask me how, but I knew it was directed at me.
Removing my headphones, I looked to my left, and saw a man. Sensing my confusion, he repeated himself
"(in tagalog) How you doin'?"
"(tagalog) Fine thanks. Yourself?"
"(Also fine, thanks.)"
I was impressed. His accent was spot on, and he sounded very confident in what he was saying. I thought he may be fluent.
"Your tagalog is excellent! Are you fluent?"
"No, not really."
"Well, either way I'm impressed."
"Actually, I do become fluent when I'm attracted to someone and I want to impress them."
A face that sets off gaydars the world over.
"Whoa...this is new." I thought to myself. Never had a dude hit on me before. As we reached the bottom step, he went to his right, I went the other way, and my oncoming train roared into the station, drowning out the awkwardness.
"Anyway, have a great weekend!"
"Yeah, you too."
You can see it in his face, the realization that I was not "his type". It sorta said "OK, I get it, you're straight." Not that I was trying to bugger him off, I thought I ended the conversation nicely, and deserve a pat on the back for being nice whilst yet establishing non-gayness.
And I guess it's cool to be thought of as attractive enough to approach. Still, kinda wish it was good-looking girl. Oh well, I'll take the ego boost.
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