If you know me, you know I love me a straight boy. There's something so alluring and enticing about crushing on a straight boy. I've been encountering alot of straight buys lately--thanks to my fancy receptionist job--who've been turning my head. Mostly because they're friendly and engage me in meaningless conversation. There's no pressure to impress, because there's not a hair's chance in hell of anything happening between us. There's no in-depth discussions, no figuring out if our politics/worldviews are compatible or align, no disclosing that I'm trans and the subsequent predictable man-crisis (yawn).
:deep sigh:
And that's nice. A relief really, to not have to be concerned with anything advancing past the 'imaginary' phase. It's no-stakes flirting, which means I can be as friendly and chatty as I like without giving two-fucks what this straight boy really thinks about me. Because I give z e r o fucks.
:adds 'Flirting with Straight Boys' to hobby list:
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