During the course I attended a couple of days ago, I did something I shouldn’t have.
You see, there were two main speakers, both ladies. One was the senior manager; the other a manager.
The manager was a Malay lady, but extremely pretty. A teeny wee bit on the heavy side, but nevertheless still attractive.
The thing is, I was enraptured with her. She is not only beautiful, but also a good presenter who knows her stuff well. She wore a black pullover with some flower motif. A heart pendant nicely complemented her whole outlook.
I am not one to notice girls, if at all. They seem to like not exist, shadows that move in and out of sight, blocking and unblocking my view of pretty boys.
There but not really there. You get what I mean?
Of course, I am referring to strangers walking on the street and shopping malls, not my mom, female friends,
I recall that once, a colleague sent a Power Point file where one was supposed to do a task involving eye-hand coordination and at the same time, tested one's concentration.
Obviously there was a catch. Less than five seconds after you started, the image of a naked woman with heaving breasts appeared; swinging them sideways and bouncing them up and down.
Needless to say, I didn’t have a problem completing the task.
Guys catch my attention, just like anyone in a skirt catches a straight guy’s eyes.
Though more recently, I seem to notice the other sex more often.
Which is mildly worrying and unsettling.
And the speaker in front of me was, at the time, the most attractive.
When I realized this, I took the opportunity to go further.
I am kind of ashamed to admit this, but I tried to picture her naked.
Just the upper body. Breasts and curvy figure. Soft, smooth skin. Nice to touch.
I didn't feel any stirring at all.
Maybe it was because I didn’t imagine it correctly (after all, the number of times I have seen a woman’s naked picture can be counted with one hand).
So I gave up.
But I was still transfixed on her.
I watched her every move, smile, tiniest of change in expression, how she moved her head a little at the end of every sentence, the way she held her pen as she talked, her gestures, etc.
For a moment there I felt happy. Pure ecstasy.
The idea of marrying her – or another girl - didn’t sound as absurd as it used to be.
I immediately snapped out of it.
On the surface, it did appear like I was losing my homosexuality. Slipping away slowly.
But unlikely lar. How can I wake up one day and become straight?
Though clearly, many irrational people seem to think so. *rolls eyes*
Must be the lack of cute male specimens to keep my
Or maybe coz I have not met anyone new since CK.
What the heck, it’s Friday. Shouldn’t be cracking my head up with all these questions.
Gotta run off to meet someone ....