Dated a chick (We'll call her Sally( that was cool, good-looking, smart, and funny.
Met her because I drove to her place to eat dinner with her friend (it was a date with her friend, originally). Her friend was a nurse and got called into work. So Sally and I spent the evening together. Then it went off from there.
Weeks passed of this little evening dates while her friend was out. One evening, I called her up to see if she wanted to hang. She said okay. I then asked her, "So, what are we? Are we going anywhere with this?" She said, "No. This is just a short thing. You're supposed to be dating my friend."
I understood where she was coming from. She felt guilty because she stole her friend's interest. That's great that she was that good of a friend. But, "homie don't play that." I told her I was not interested in her friend, but her. She stood her ground. So I told her, "Okay. Cool. Well, have a nice life. Bye."
Hung up. Deleted her number. Never returned any calls or texts from either of them. The end.
I kind of didn't want to remind myself of the story. This happend a few years back, and just as a note I wasn't always gay or open about it. I fell in love with my friend, he sure was't the first guy I liked but the first guy I went the extra distance for. I exposed myself as being gay to him and to his" friends.
But are relationship had deplepted by then and all we had were casual incounters. I was never forceful, nor did I feel the need to pressure him but I believe he felt it anyway because that same afternoon he cut me out of his life.
I kinda fought his choice to leave. I rember him telling me he was str8 but all I could remember is how he would always find my hand to hold or play footies under the table.
That year was also important to me because that same summer a car hit me and I was never the same. That year I moved on my own for the first time, I would also bump into him on and off through the years and we would hang out for an evening just like old times. Everytime I would see him he would get more handsomer then before and I would get more uglier as well.
The last time I saw him face to face was a year ago, he had changed by then and was no longer a boy but a man. I moved again hoping to not see him ever again, but I ended up moving closer to him. I didn't know he lived alone. I see him everyday in his car on the way to work and coimg back. I'm planning to move again. I never understood his logic or why he hated me so much?