Strange love.

I absolutely disapprove of such relationships. A man should be a man, and even better, a real man. In principle, I have a neutral attitude towards homosexuals themselves, although I had a rather unpleasant experience communicating with them. In school, in the ninth grade, a new student arrived. He was gay. It wasn't obvious at first glance, and I didn't realize it right away. In my class, I had a special "role": I greeted new students and helped them integrate into the group. On the first day, I showed him everything, explained the written and unwritten rules of 9th grade, and everything seemed fine, but in the evening, he asked me out on a date...:eek: I remember how the guys laughed at my facial expression after I heard that:D At first, I was taken aback, and I calmly explained that I wasn't gay. However, on the second day, it happened again. And it started...:mad: for an entire month, this... Excuse me, this representative of a non-standard orientation kept bothering me. With great difficulty, finding the remaining shreds of political correctness and tolerance in myself, I told him each time that I was not gay, had not been in the past, and did not plan to be in the future, but the story repeated itself again and again. He almost confessed his love to me! In the end, I couldn't take it anymore... So I punched him (by the way, before that punch, I was considered the weakest in the class among the male students). The "dove" burst into tears and ran home. The next day, he was already complaining to his female friends about emotional and physical trauma (by that time, he had managed to become friends with all the girls). For the next two weeks, the entire female population of the class boycotted me:D So, during the entire ninth and half of the tenth grade, I could safely be called a homophobe. I'm glad to hear that not all of them are... Anyway, okay:)