“That girl’s hot isn’t she?” He said.

“Yea.” John responded, before realizing what the hell he was saying. “But I’m gay, so I wouldn’t know.”

“Oh yea you do.”

John snorted.

“No really, I’m the ghost of your heterosexuality, so I know.”

“Oh my god, I hardly recognized you!” John pated him on his shoulder. “It’s been a while. I haven’t seen you since Freshman year.”

“And that was a really cute girl you fucked.”

“Oh wow, memories. That was a really bad idea.” John paused for a second for effect, but the ghost didn’t seem to understand. “Hay um, I like you and all but I’d prefer it if you didn’t come around anymore, you just keep making things more complicated.”

“That’s not how it works. I come and go as I please. You think that girl is hot.”

John started shaking a bit. “Ohh damnit damnit I do.”

The ghost of John’s sexuality smiled at him. “Paul wouldn’t be too mad if you fucked a girl.”

“Yea, but I don’t want to.”

“She is hot.”

John turns to his ghost, and smiled. Then he punched him in the dick.