And I mean beautiful women.

The guy I was speaking do is wimpy dorky irritant. I was naive then, I never put 2 and 2 together that he’s was gay. I just new he irritated the f*** out of me with wimpy ways.

No room for that s*** in my life and if he’s going as far as being so obsessed with me, a straight man he has not spoken to in 25 years, he’s watching my 14 year old nephew implying he’s gay, not only is he an irritating dork f*****, he’s a p***.

It’s just another reason I’m a proud homophobe. If I ever catch wind of him messing with the women in my life again or anything to do with my life… Ear to ear at the bottom of a lake… I swear.

The reason we aren’t friends now, is my choice. I don’t like the guy. I found him too irritating. His being, to the core. It’s that he was gay. Without me knowing he was gay. That’s as real as it gets. I don’t take well to wimpy irritating people.