I've lead a very interesting life and I've come super close to death several times. I've been shot at several times, stabbed on 3 occasions, almost drowned water skiing, I've been hit by cars, skiing accidents one where I hit a tree and got stabbed in the groin another where I broke a leg. And fell off a cliff and had to be rescued by a team of firefighters. Good times.

Same thing happened to me once. I was late for work and as I jumped off the bus my belt loop snagged a hand rail and ripped the front right side of my pants right off. I was going commando as well I picked up the front of my pants leg and ran to my office and I had to ask a girl I worked with to take me to buy some pants. She was really sweet about it and didn't tell anyone about it but she did get a peek at the goods. She said I really shouldn't go to work commando like that .

He's a lucky man and a great actor.

That's what I'm thinking, as a straight person you don't just get a boyfriend to fuck with his feelings and go back to your straight friends and talk about how you guys are making out and having long walks on the beach. That fucker is in denial. Give it a few years and look him up I bet he's going to find himself eventually.