Yay high

Yes he is.... yay high... all 160-something cm of him.

And yet, although probably because of his height, I find him so adorable. Is there such a thing as height-ism?

A recent addition to my group of friends in Singapore has caught my eye. He's 10 years my junior and acts it. He's cute, smart, and nice. He reminds me of myself 10 years ago. The difference is, he's quite confortable being his gay self at that age. I wasn't. Kudos to him.

He makes me smile when I see him. Always with that bounce on his feet. Maybe because he's trying to catch-up with the stride or maybe he's just really chirpy. Or maybe it's because he knows that an entire future is ahead of him. Maybe that's the draw.

Oftentimes, I find myself liking guys who have what I don't have - guys I wanna be or wish I could have been at different phases in my life. Is this normal? I don't know what normal is anymore. All I know is that I like this kid and that the world, at least the gay world, is his oyster... an oyster I want to wash, clean and serve him on a platter!

Damn, I'm getting old.