I was 11 when my father first taught me what a "real man" is. He would tell me that a "real man" is always manly, never cries, and always has a girlfriend. That meant I HAD to be "straight".
Listen Son, I'm only gonna tell you this once.
About 6 years later, I had kept up that appearance all through middle school and high school. However, one day a new student popped up at the beginning of the second semester. That's when my life had changed.
Genevieve Davis, our high school's sweetheart. One of the nicest people I have ever met but also the wildest. Always had big crazy parties at her parent's lake lodge. Every guy in school wished they were with her. I thought, "Maybe I could use her to my advantage." (I was not a very good person in high school ;-;)
Me being me, I tried talking to her.
Hey. I just have one question, how much does a polar bear weigh?
*chuckles* How much? Wait lemme guess enough to break the ice?
Actually, yeah. Haha. Your new right? Want me to walk you to your class?