The thing is this: all along, probably starting from the second year of high school, there are always some boys who express their love for me in all kinds of strange ways, ask me out, flirt with me, and even want to have sex with me. In short, they just want to gay me and bend me, at least that's what I think. After all, I have always believed that I am a straight man.
Don't think about it, I haven't opened it yet.
Of course, there is no meat.