Continued.
“Excuse me, natural way?”
“Yeah, doesn’t it work differently when you’re gay? Don’t you choose that?”
“Um, no. It’s the same amount of natural-ness, Drake. We have emotions.”
“So just change your ‘emotions’.”
“Forget it, okay? Just know I’m not coming to the dance with you.”
At this point he started to be creepy. Like, “you should go to church” type homophobia mixed with “what you feel is invalid, try dating me for the ‘natural’ way” desperation. She looked scared but didn’t leave and I saw she was panicking. That’s when I stepped in and told him to F off. He had asked me out similarly in the past and I wasn’t going to be frozen anymore. I slapped him across the face and grabbed her arm to pull her away. He followed us until he got hit by a soccer ball and we ducked behind a tree.
I don’t know how to deal with him, and he seems like the type boundaries don’t apply to. There are a lot of bridges he wouldn’t hesitate to cross, and we’re scared. Again, he’s a pervert. I don’t know how far he would go, but there’s no way in hell I’m going to find out. Any tips?