Gay -- happy or other type
Proxy was gay. Not the happy type, but the other type. He was not gay because he loved men, but because he thought less of women in general. He couldn’t imagine loving someone of the lesser kind. Yes lets accept it, even in this ultra modern fast paced ever-growing world MCP’s do exist. These pigs are everywhere and it’s difficult to eradicate them.
On one lovely morning, Proxy was on his way to work on the bike and he noticed someone with a similar bike riding besides in the same speed as him. A smile lit on his face, he saw a guy with the latest model bike, clad in a black leather bike suit and black helmet. The sexy figure seemed to kind of challenge him, a bike race had begun and the other rider proved to proxy (who thought he was the fastest in the world) that he was a good match. The speed, the adventure, the match, aroused feelings inside proxy that he never knew existed. He was tingling inside in all possible places. He was on a high he had never achieved before even with drugs.
The ride was coming to an end; he noticed that the guy was going to a coffee place; he turned the same way and parked first. The guy parked besides and proxy sheepishly moved towards. The guy didn’t notice proxy standing at the foot of his bike, he swung his right feet around to get down from the bike and in that motion the pointed 2-inch heel hit proxy on his crotch. Suddenly the tingling feeling changed to intense pain. Proxy bent, yelled in pain, clutched his groin and then looked up to see the other guy open his helmet. Beautiful blonde hair fell on the shoulders, stunning blue eyes were looking at him and the lustrous red lips were asking him “I didn’t notice you standing there, are you ok?”
Proxy’s piggy mind could never ever accept that the sexy, speedy biker was actually a girl. He could not imagine what hurt him more, his realisation or the pain he was clutching on. Well one thing is for sure, at that moment Proxy was not gay. No not the other type, but the happy type.
On one lovely morning, Proxy was on his way to work on the bike and he noticed someone with a similar bike riding besides in the same speed as him. A smile lit on his face, he saw a guy with the latest model bike, clad in a black leather bike suit and black helmet. The sexy figure seemed to kind of challenge him, a bike race had begun and the other rider proved to proxy (who thought he was the fastest in the world) that he was a good match. The speed, the adventure, the match, aroused feelings inside proxy that he never knew existed. He was tingling inside in all possible places. He was on a high he had never achieved before even with drugs.
The ride was coming to an end; he noticed that the guy was going to a coffee place; he turned the same way and parked first. The guy parked besides and proxy sheepishly moved towards. The guy didn’t notice proxy standing at the foot of his bike, he swung his right feet around to get down from the bike and in that motion the pointed 2-inch heel hit proxy on his crotch. Suddenly the tingling feeling changed to intense pain. Proxy bent, yelled in pain, clutched his groin and then looked up to see the other guy open his helmet. Beautiful blonde hair fell on the shoulders, stunning blue eyes were looking at him and the lustrous red lips were asking him “I didn’t notice you standing there, are you ok?”
Proxy’s piggy mind could never ever accept that the sexy, speedy biker was actually a girl. He could not imagine what hurt him more, his realisation or the pain he was clutching on. Well one thing is for sure, at that moment Proxy was not gay. No not the other type, but the happy type.
posted by Vinitha at 12:55 PM
4 Comments:
hehehe!! you seem to feel like hitting someone hard. Who? Someone tried the MCP stuff with you or in your presence?
By now I am sure you would have got Proxy to read this piece. Hehehe still
hehe!!
actually no one did in my presence or to me, if that was the case then the 2 inch heel hit would have been on purpose and reflex :)
someone on my work floor was talking about it and i realised that some things are just impossible to change :(
All this while such people invited my pity 'cause i see them a victim of an unevolved mindset. Now they would invite my pity for the 2-inch heel too. And boy, i tell you, i would giggle everytime i think of it...and if i get to witness it, it would be a ROFL!!
PS: heels are bad for health...whose health? i wonder.
hehe.. now that would be a scene :)
PS: if think bad for both. The person wearing it and the person bearing the brunt of it :)
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