Unbounded

Indeed, it does. I realized that tonight when I chummied up with a new classmate.

In what I would like to assume as Filipino kindness and hospitality (and oh, please let it be so), HE invited me over to his place for company, and that he’ll cook native Zamboangan dishes for me while we were riding the train home. He’s a kind chap, but I politely declined.

Thank you, God, for making me a gay magnet. Crap.