IX.II
The nerves in my stomach started as I realisation set in that I was going on a date with a girl. And yet, I have no idea what this makes me, am I gay or am I having a quarter-life crisis? Do I need to put a name on it or can I just leave out the fact I’m going on a date with a girl? Could be a mate date... who am I kidding. I had the chance to say no and tell her I was flattered and keep saying the same old thing of ‘I’m not gay’. To which she sees straight through but I don’t even know what’s going on inside my head and the longer I kept on thinking about this, the more tempted I was at calling it off and making up some pathetic excuse.
With an exasperated sigh, the bell on the top of door rang, my eyes quickly looking up at the clock, having lost track of time when I looked o
