Going Pink by Will Stanton

     I have nothing lengthy nor profound to say about the topic of “going pink.”  Instead, I have just two, very short presentations.  Here’s the first:

     “Pan!  You’re pink!”

     Originally, I was going to leave it at just that, but I decided not to surprise everyone with just a four-word presentation.  So, here’s the second; it has to do with blushing.

     When I was in college eons ago, my classmate Ed discovered at the beginning of the semester that he had a roommate who could cause blushes at will, blushes, that is, with gay guys.  The evening that Ed arrived at his dorm, his assigned roommate had not shown up yet.  So, Ed chose the upper bunk and went to sleep.

     The next morning, Ed wondered if his roommate had come in during the night.  He looked over the edge of his bunk to the berth below.  His gaze was met with a totally unexpected and startling sight : the most beautiful young-male face he ever had seen punctuated by the biggest, shiniest blue eyes in the world looking right back at him.  Ed said that, for a moment, his heart stopped.  His roommate may or may not have noted Ed’s thunderstruck look, but what he immediately did see was Ed’s deep and uncontrolled blushing.  To add to Ed’s consternation was his roommate’s puzzled comment noting Ed’s deep-pink face.

     Climbing down from the bunk and stumbling for words, Ed tried to change the focus of the conversation and to introduce himself.  In the course of the exchange, it was established that Ed was gay but his roommate was not.  To Ed’s embarrassment, the roommate Chris returned to the topic of Ed’s blushing, so Ed resignedly explained that, whether Chris was aware of it or not, Chris was drop-dead gorgeous, and his eyes could devastate any gay guy who met his gaze.  Chris found this to be terribly amusing and stated that he would try it out on any guy that he sensed was looking at him.

     Perhaps Ed took pity on any potential gay victims of that devastating gaze and, therefore, tried to dissuade Chris from pursuing his plan; but Chris proceeded to practice his new-found power upon a whole series of unsuspecting gay guys.  Ed and I observed the unfailing results.

     Chris could sense when he was being admired.  He developed a strategy of casually walking past his next victim, then quietly turning around a few yards away, and looking right into the gay guy’s eyes. Whamo!  Immediate results.  Deep blushing.  I don’t know for how long Chris pursued his hobby of watching gay guys turn pink.  He may have become bored; it just was far too easy.

© 06 August 2012

About the Author

I have had a life-long fascination with people and their life stories. I also realize that, although my own life has not brought me particular fame or fortune, I too have had some noteworthy experiences and, at times, unusual ones. Since I joined this Story Time group, I have derived pleasure and satisfaction participating in the group. I do put some thought and effort into my stories, and I hope that you find them interesting.