Always single dating
Once we were there I spent about five minutes looking at the menu because it was just one of those nights when you just don’t want curry.
I was about to order something when she said, ”Well let’s just go because clearly you don’t wanna eat here.” ”No it’s fine, I’m gonna get some appetizers.” ”No, let’s go, we’ll find something else.” ”Seriously, I’m gonna get some rolls.” ”Let’s go! ”Who gives a shit you don’twanna eat here so let’s GO.” Embarrassed, I left five bucks on the table and left.
In a way I guess you could say I fantasized him being almost an accessory to my happiness and so did she.
We grew up a little bit, she found a romantic drummer to pair up with and started pressuring me into having a boyfriend so we could go out in a group, etc. I looked around and slowly but surely realized I loved hanging out with guys but I never wanted to kiss them… ” and all of the sudden my search results were online gay tests I could take to find out if I was, in fact, a lesbian.
Because it’s massive, powerful, beautiful and I want to be like it. Because they’re endless and they hold a lot of moments people mark in their lives, they’re filled with hope. Because it paints the sky, it makes me happy and about 90% of the population in this planet think it’s God, or God’s house I’m not sure.
Then finally, why do all these beautiful things exist? The ocean is melted ice, the stars are pieces of a whole that exploded and the sun is actually one big-ass star. You might go across the street and meet someone who you tell a bad joke to and they get it, and you like that, the fact that they understand your language is the sexiest, most attractive thing there is.
We fantasized about the time when we’d have boobs and a boyfriend.
There were tons of times when she would say something, I would respond and all of the sudden she’d be upset, and I didn’t know why the fuck she was so upset.She was a Russian girl from Brooklyn who taught yoga on the weekends while going to school for History, I think.She lived alllllll the way deep in Brooklyn, close to Coney Island, so Russian.When I came out I had no idea a sexual revolution was going on, it was almost like a trend where most girls would say they were bisexual or gay but they weren’t. So when I started flirting with girls they would flirt back all right, but then they wouldn’t do anything other than that.Accidentally I started dating a friend who I already loved and before I knew it we were in a relationship, a chaotic, dramatic, soon to be long distance relationship trapped in co-dependency of thirds and fourths that led to endless fights, misunderstandings and so forth.
After a year I was back but now everything was different.