So I was glancing at my reflection in the mirror for about 20 minutes the other night and thought “You know what? If I was gay, I’d definitely date me.”
We’d have ever so much fun together!
We’d eat out at fancy restaurants and dingy takeaways.
We’d go shopping at the trendiest stores and hidden outlets.
We’d skip through shoe departments and play fashion parades in the change rooms.
We’d… Oh wait…
I’ve just described my past week.
Turns out I’m already dating myself.
Without the sex, though.
I’ve been holding out on me!
What the hell is going on when I can’t even convince myself to sleep with me?
I’m not sure this is going to work out after all.
Shoes – Squire
Shirt – Premonition
Tie – Arthur Galan
Suit – Jack London
