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he scratches the back of his head, which I think is not because of an itch but rather wanting to buy time, refraining himself from answering the truth.
"No," I lift my index finger between us, "Don't insult me with your answer." All my life I've been told I'm the most beautiful woman there is; intelligent, classy, everything a guy wants.
I'm even funny. How many gorgeous women have you met that is as funny as I am, and smart? A handful, yeah you got it right. So no, don't fucking insult me just because you have a sexuality crisis.
"I'm sorry. I really am." He seems sincere with his apology but I'm still offended by how unappealing I am that I can't make a gay man's dick erect.