Ghosts of Heterosexualities past
“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.”
“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.