She is someone I knew since my junior college days, when she was in the same CCA as me. We were never close friends, but somehow a strange streak of fate brought us together again, when we ended up in the same faculty in university, and happened to take one same course for that particular semester.
It started off as an innocent conversation, but it did not last that way.
In the midst of talking about skin care and beauty tips (Engineering girls are girls too, so what do you expect? Duh.), I mentioned that actually if she knows gay men, they will be a good source of information for this particular topic. Of course it is a stereotype, but it is not a completely groundless or invalid stereotype. I spouted this comment casually, and I was not contemplating about revealing my sexual orientation to her, not even at that point of time.
Her eyes widened. My heart seemed to miss a beat.
She replied, ‘How come you know gay people? I don’t know of any actually.’
‘They are my friends who tell me that they are gay, lor.’ It was hard for me to contain my cool, while trying hard not to choke on the curry puff which I was eating.
‘Wow. That is amazing, I don’t know of friends who are gay.’
(Are you kidding me? There is one sitting right in front of you now!)
In that split second, a sudden impulsive urge washed over me. She did not seem to be homophobic. Why don’t I come out to her?