I saw you and I looked at you, very very briefly, like a passing glance, only (I'm fairly sure) because when one is walking on the sidewalk one has to look somewhere and I am trying to stop looking down at the ground so much. Stand up straight and look around, be in the world and not in my head. So my eyes fell upon you and quickly looked away, no big deal, except that you looked at me at the exact same moment, in fact you could have been looking at me longer than I looked at you for all I know. Now it so happens that you are a comely little fellow and I probably would have liked, all other things being equal, to have looked at you for longer than I did, but that's neither here nor there, the point is that I didn't, and there's no way for you to know that I might perhaps have wanted to, because there's nothing written on my face, I keep it all under wraps and I know what I'm talking about because people sometimes are such dead giveaways, a glance held a split second too long, even the quickest up and down eye movement reveals a particular kind of interest, I am aware of these tells, I see them all the time between people, so when I say I didn't give it away I am pretty sure I know what I'm talking about. So when you saw that I was looking, for that brief almost imperceptible moment, there was no reason for your face to turn to scorn. It's not like you're some kind of leer magnet to the world at large, you're cute in a way that melts my brain but not in a general way are you some kind of vortex of male desire, don't kid yourself, there's no justification for you thinking oh here's another unwelcome fuck me stare, these disgusting fags and their slobbering looks, you did not know what's in my heart. Then again I could be wrong.