I'm Straight... but I'll Touch You

I'm well familiar with the fantasy of the straight man. We've all done it.. the dreaming, or hoping they convert, maybe even fall in love with you to live happily ever after. Or then there's the ones that are straight, but just want to have sex with you. And those, my friends, are what I have encountered.

Case #1: The obviously in denial gay boy.
In college, there of course was that one guy who you knew was playing-with-matches flaming. Everyone noticed it, but him. So up and down he would swear that he's straight, until after a drunken night, you're sitting on the couch with him under a blanket, and he sticks his foot in your crotch. I frakking knew it. His idea, to then sneak into the bathroom to start his guy loving, and next thing you know he's bed bound and begging to be entered. All the while he's saying such sweet words like "no one can know" (even your girlfriend knows) and with this continual talk, I've lost interest. Next day he's blocked me from all forms of communication, but I don't care. I laugh.

Case #2: I've recently gone bi.
Back to college, only post graduation for myself. Had a crush on a straight coworker, never pursued anything because I respect such. I am not one of those that pursues a conversion; they tend to find me anyway. I was going back to my college town for a friend's bday party. So naturally, I tell all I know I'm going to be back in town, including said straight coworker. Before I even arrive in town, I get a surprise text from him telling me that he has recently gone bi, and really wants to see me. Score! Oh my luck! To get to the point, we have bathroom happenings, and next day I don't hear from him again. Oh well. This one actually panged a tinge because I would've been happy to stay friends. Maybe one day.

Case #3: The Unexpected
This one, most recent (as of a week ago) came out of nowhere. I'm out with friends. We're a happy go lucky bunch, and new people to meet are always A OK by me. When I go out, I never expect much to happen it comes to the male gender. A guy in the group that was new to me decided to indulge a little information when we were alone. While he loves the ladies, turns out he doesn't mind the company of a man body to satisfy his cravings. Naturally I would have to ponder things in my mind, if I want to go there or not, but I thought why not? Let's play along. Next thing I know we are exchanging numbers. To be continued...

The Hit is Because I'm Nice

Dear Coworker,
I understand how you could think such. I was just being nice. Many times, people mistake this niceness and come to the conclusion that I might be hitting on them. However, I have never seen it approached with such conviction that they are convinced I am hitting on them hardcore, all the time.

Dear Coworker, I was just being nice to you. I am happy to inform you that I have no interest in you at all. See my previous entries on the "no spark" feeling, and apply it to yourself. I do hope that you can realize was just trying to be your friend, which you should welcome, as most others we work with don't share the same sentiment.

Kisses!

A Factor of L

I love you. This is usually reserved for those I claim as close friends and family, but it's never been said to anyone I've dated or been in a relationship with. There are those I've thought I could see myself say it to. There have been those that wanted to say it to me, but I could not in return, and there has been only one that I thought I would say it to, and receive it back, before our abrupt end. We knew our relationship had an end date, but still started something. But alas, my move came.

I strongly feel these words in a relationship should not be thrown around all willy nilly. If I say them, I am absolutely giving myself away, and expect the same back. Yes, this sounds heavy, I've been told that this fades for those in love, and I've seen it happen. Maybe I can blame my desire on my cosmic makings, being born under the sign of Venus. Venus, you minx. I could go into a bunch of the cliches I can see myself in, but instead, I'll simply put; Love, this is what I can only hope to find.

Getting to Know You.... Again

I know I shouldn't get myself into these situations, but I have a hard time saying no to people. I don't like to hurt them, but I know it's something that has to be worked on. Alas, here I am again, out to dinner with the man who accosted my hearing modules. But wait, there's a twist! He is not intoxicated! I have a good feeling that we can simply have a nice dinner, maybe even some jollification. Oh ho ho, hold up there. Due to the recent drunk all the time, he's forgotten just about all that we've talked about. So we go through the motions, same conversations. Funny how when he's sober, he makes no moves, passes, advancements at all. I'm perfectly ok with that, but I guess you just expect more to go wrong when you're used to it.

No, I think not.

There is a pattern forming. He's drunk everytime I see him.

I've decided to keep giving said guy below a chance, so I go meet him with one of his friends at a different bar. Change of pace, this is good. Maybe the night will fare differently. Still no spark of course, but perhaps, we can be together as just friends? I hope. Oooh Lordy I hope. His friend is fun, this a good time! As the night winds down, it's just him and myself. We decide it's time for the after drinking food.

While fooding at the bar, I see the glazed look in his eyes while he's sitting to my side. A hand on my thigh. Oh balls. I know what's coming. Right I am, he leans in, sitting next to me (don't face him, you know what he wants). A kiss on the cheek, I can handle that. Its a friendly friend thing to do. Oh, that's not my cheek, instant panic, my earlobe is being sucked upon! No! Unacceptable! Uh oh feeling! I pull away, thank the lands above that he's true drunk to really care I do so. I'd like to hope this is the last attempt. As he gets up to go to the restroom, I feel hands encroach from behind me. Hey, I like hugs, I can deal with this. Fooled again! Thanks. My head is now being turned, his tongue heading directly in a swift forward motion towards my mouth.. I think. Objection! My excuse to not go through with this is that I don't like PDA. Not a lie, so I don't feel bad. Gladly, he complies and goes to the restroom. Apparently his memory is so short term that I sit through another earlobe bathing after his return. I can wash my own ears, thanks. Let us pay and get out of here.

Sigh.

Naturally.

"-see, girls like us just want hugs, really, just hugs."

Mattilda Bernstein Sycamore
So Many Ways to Sleep Badly

The hopeful glimmer, that I don't want.

Over a week ago, I found myself at the mercy of our single local gay bar yet again. Not a full blown gay bar, but one where the same sex love makers happen to conglomerate.
** side note, best bar memory ever consists of a robust young woman on the dance floor surrounded by a group of men dancing. She then decided to fall upon all fours, crawl around the men, in and out of their legs like a misguided common barnyard animal... oh, how the laughter ensued.**

Anyway, while at such a place, I was enjoying conversation at a table when a fellow joined us. We started to talk more and more, finding multitudes in common the better we got to know each other. I had no indication of what was to come, as I was just excited to find a new friend, but yet nervous, as bar friends don't really pan out in my experience. At the end of the night, I got the linger hug. Now I know hugs, firmly believing one should get many a day, I know when one has lustful connotations to it. Going home giddy at the possibility that someone likes me, I started to ponder the idea for something more in my head with this guy.

We met up a few nights later, back the bar. Talk was slow at first, trying to find common ground again, but then we got the snowball a rollin. After a while, the time had come to (with enough liquid courage) dance. So, I pulled him to the floor, and before I know it, we are bumping into each other, hands are wandering, mouths getting close... and then... the kiss. I felt nothing. There was no spark. No desire. Nothing. Oh God do I look disinterested while kissing him? Do others notice that I'm not feeling anything? Ok. Try again. Fuck me, still nothing. I'm not used to this. Even if drunk I can at least pull from the horny strength to keep things going.

While I have seen him since, still no spark, but amazing to have as a friend. One month down, eleven to go. Still, back to hoping.