A man cannot be considered truly handsome unless he's been hit by another man. A homosexual in another word.
Here's the thing.
Only artist will appreciate a piece of modern art, while others will say it just a lump of shit.
Painters around the globe worship the works of Picasso and Dali, while some people may have the opinion of watching paint dry is far more interesting.
That being said, only a man can truly understand and appreciate the handsomeness of another man.
Just this afternoon a neat looking guy named Ken asked me for my number while I was lumbering around Ipoh Railway Station with my heavy backpack. By the way he walk and the way he talk, I'm pretty sure he's into men.
Unfortunately for Ken, I'm a straight guy, straight as a ruler so my number is reserved for a certain standard of ladies. I can see in his queer eyes he's pretty disappointed. Before he left, he said, "Kalau ada jodoh kita jumpa lagi."
This is not the first time I've encounter this awkward situation and for sure, this will not be the last time.
That being said, I have nothing else to prove. I rest my case.