The Gay Man Could Read My Eyes.

My mom wanted to go out to dinner tonight. So, we did. We went to this Chinese buffet place that I usually don't like to go. The food is good. I just don't like it because it's usually too crowded and there usually are some Vietnamese people who know me with whom I do not want to associate. I want to have my dinner in peace.

Tonight, as my family and I walked toward the main entrance, there sat this middle aged Vietnamese guy on the bench smoking. He kept on staring straight at us. I can't stand cigarette smoke. It gives me an asthma attack. So, I hurried in without paying much attention to him.

Then, every time I stood up to get food, he would stare at me. When I walked past his table, he stared straight at me. I know I look good, but it was just so annoying! (LOL). Then, it occurred to me that maybe he was gay! Maybe, he was trying to talk to me with his eyes! Gay people do communicate with their eyes, right? I think so.

So, I turned around and nicely winked at him four times.

He said: "You Are Taken?"

Holy smoke, he could read my eyes!