as i walk down the street i can hear their stares.
what are they staring at me?
why do they keep looking at me?
is it something i am wearing, do i have something on my clothes?
can they see my erection?
anxiety soon takes over and i notice my breathing is irregular. trying to get your breathing back to normal when you consciously recognize it is like trying not to cum when you are about to orgasm. it is possible but us average folk can not control it.
i am able to breathe slowly. for every one breath that makes it through, i choke on three. the lump in my throat gradually shrinks until my breathing is back to normal. my attention now switches to the paranoia of the people passing me by.
i continue to walk and avoid eye contact. if, for a split second my eyes lock with a stranger's eyes, my gaze goes directly to my shoes and i continue to walk.
this continues until i see a gorgeous girl walking towards me. gorgeous meaning that she is a girl i would have the courage to talk to. a smirk forms in the corner of her mouth and my eyes meet hers. being shy i quickly look down to my feet but muster up the courage to look back at her and return the smile. we walk by each other, both smiling but nothing else is said.
i continue to think about her smile while i walk.
after passing me she thinks to herself, "i wonder if he knows i am a lesbian?"
2 comments:
There are no true lesbians, only girls who haven't met me. Other than that blatant mistake and the smiling bit I'd say you've just described every second I spend in public.
I have a problem that I worry about John more than I do myself, even though I am aware I am more of a mess. If only all of us could be proud of public erections.
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