Walking down the street, the guy next to me and I happen to awkwardly be keeping the same exact pace for almost a block.

Guy: “Hi there! We might as well interact if we’re going to stroll next to each other.”
Me: (laughing) “Guess so!”
Guy: “Wow– you have really pretty eyes.”
Me: (blushing) “Aw, thank you…”
Guy: “Don’t worry, I’m gay.”
Me: “Oh! I wasn’t worried…”
Guy: “Well, you know how straight guys are always pulling that shit…”

No. I don’t.

Straight guys don’t just randomly tell me I have pretty eyes. That would be lovely.

What straight guys do is compare me to their mother or ask me to sit on their face.