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LAWL. It's kinda long, bear with me.

So, I'm at work, right. The strangest things happened. A gay couple comes in. I know, right? I knew there were other homos in the area, but they all lived in other school districts. I'd only ever met a few. Anyway, This couple made me laugh for several reasons. 1. The uke totally came onto me. 2. The seme came on to me. 3. Neither knew the other one came on to me. Not for a while, anyway . . .
It was wierd. You know, you can tell who's who in the relationship just by looking. I know, it's a cruel stereotype, but remember what I said ages ago: "I hate stereotypes, but at the same time, I love them."
The uke, for I know he was such, was blonde, curly haired. Blue-eyed. Tall and slender. Clear skin. Tan. Braces. Dressed uber-preppy. Yellow polo with khakis and flip-flops. Wore sunglasses during most of visit. Walked with an effeminate swagger. Used femenine gestures and intonations. High pitched voice; tenor, ahhhviously. Had a tattoo on his lower back. Something in Latin that I can't remember.
The seme, for I know he was such, was also tall, but athletic. Basketball player. Short, dark hair. Brown. Brown-eyed. Deep. Some acne, not much. Tan. Nice teeth. Muscle shirt and athletic shorts. Slides. Sunglasses on top of head. Chain necklace. Ring on left hand; middle finger. Walked like a jock. Spoke like a jock; very little. Average pitched voice. Baritone. Tattoo on right arm; barbed wire.
The couple entered together. Seme held the door for Uke, but I figured that was because Uke had an armful of books. They split up, shortly thereafter. Uke went to the Circ. desk and Seme went to the Card Catalogue Computer. I was shelving in the same room as the computer. He looked my way at first, but then continued on with his search. I passed by and saw that he was looking up cookbooks. Odd . . . but not wierd. He wrote down several call numbers on a piece of paper and headed off to Uke. (( We keep a stack of paper and a can of pens for this sort of thing by the CCC. ))
"I'm going to look upstairs. You can check down here," Uke said once Seme showed him the numbers, gesturingly effeminately to the stairs. Uke skipped up the steps and I looked to the cart of books. To my dismay, the only books I had yet to shelve went to the second floor. -sigh-. Anyway, I took my load up and began shelving.
Uke spotted me.
I was garbed a little classy for work, but I was going to the mall with friends afterward and I liked to look nice for the mall. I donned white dress shirt with a sleeveless, pull-over, black sweater vest, and dark blue jeans to compliment my hazel eyes that shone a little blu-er today. Also, my fate ring on my middle finer; left hand. IDK what the ring is actually called. It's two hands holding a heart with a crown on it. It represents friendship, love and loyalty. Until love is found, the tip of the heart should point outward, toward the tip of your fingers. Once love is found, the tip should point inward, toward your heart. I'm sure you've heard of it.
Uke approached me and asked for my assistence finding a book on Greek cuisine. It was the brightest book upstairs, in the food section. You couldn't miss it.
Trying like hell to hide my annoyance, I led him to the book and showed him that all similar books would be in the same section. That's the Dewey Decimal System, for you. He said thank you and giggled. Giggled. Ugh. I said "No problem!" and flashed a smile. He squatted down to look for more books and I went back to putting books away.
With the large greek cookbook in his hands he walked over to me, once again. His pants were falling down, showing his boxers, and he pulled them down further and then up again. Wierd. Who taught this kid how to flirt? He was obviously younger than I was. He tried to make small talk, ignoring my indifference. After a few minutes, he asked for my number. I raised an eyebrow and asked him who he came here with.
"Oh, he won't mind. He's into that sort of thing." Another giggle.
"Not interested." Eew. I was almost mortified. They were cute, but Uke was NOT my type, and Seme wasn't that great. Besides, I don't go for unavailable guys.
"Well, how about just me?" With this, Uke licked his lips. I blushed, but said no. "Fine. Never hurts to ask" And he went back to his cookbooks. I hurried downstairs, forgetting the other upstairs books I had yet to return.
Almost as soon as I got downstairs, Seme approached me and asked for my assistence. O jeez, was all I could think. Did he know that his boyfriend was a whore? To my surprise, he wasn't looking for a cookbook. He was looking for a book on dogs. I showed him the section and told him the same thing about the DD system. When I turned to him, he wasn't staring at the shelves, seeking his desired text. He was looking at me. I smiled and moved to go back to the office, to escape the gay couple from hell.
He stepped into my path.
"Excuse me," I said, blushing. Instead, he decided to make small talk. I was more intimidated here. Being an uke myself, I was naturally submissive to a seme. He was no different. I answered his questions -- name, age, how long i've worked here, the weather is nice, isn't it? -- but asked none of my own. After a while he tucked his hand under my chin and pulled my face up to meet his eyes.
"Don't you like me?" he asked.
"You're with someone."
"So. He won't mind. He won't even have to know." He winked. Winked. Ugh. I removed his hand from my chin and said that I was NOT interested. Whereas Seme was more my type, he was still not appealing to me. I squeezed around him and went straigt to the office, telling my boss that I was avoiding some people. She asked me if she should call the police, but I laughed and said that it wasn't necessary. I was sure they wouldn't bother me again, but I didn't want to even feel them staring.
It wasn't long before I heard them check out their books and leave. I went back to work, like nothing happened. My boss was really nice about it. She's a very understanding person, and wouldn't make me go out if there was something making me uncomfortable. I'll miss her at college.
That's about it. Talk about strange.

Peace Out, Coexist.