The day some creepy, very flamboyant gay guy at my high school found out I was gay he asked me on a date and I thought I had nothing to lose so I said yes. However it was just so awkward, and I avoided him as much as possible. I realized I had a lot to lose. I was honestly afraid he might rape me or something. I remember I had heard a story that he was hanging out with one of his female friends, pulled out his dick and said that it looked "unhappy". So I told him like two days later I "didn't realize he meant it as a date" and somehow managed to squirm my way out of it.
We had mutual friends so I still had to see him sometimes. One time like a year later he came up behind me without warning, started running his fingers through my hair and said "Who's my little Adam?" I was so scared I nearly **** myself, but I acted like everything was fine and forced some laughter.
so glad I was too ugly and awkward and annoying to have this happen to me
