[kurosh]

I'm at Square One in Toronto. It's a huge mall. I'm buying a present for my gf at the body shop.

Later that night, I'm at an arcade playing games. I get a little thirsty, so I leave and walk across the street to a starbucks. The guy working the counter is flaming gay. I order my drink and he keeps looking at me funny. After a few seconds, he tells me about how he was standing in line behind me at the body shop, then proceeds to hit on me while I internally freak out about a gay stalker.


I grew up in Ohio and moved to Illinois at 16. I got to be friends with a girl living on my block. When we left for college, she went to Ohio. She ended up dating a guy I grew up with and now hangs out with a group of kids I know, who all went to my old high school.