So I was at this park...
Well. I went with friends to Hershey Park for the past weekend. It was a good time, and over the course of the weekend, I learned a couple things. About people, myself, and my friends. Here they are:
1. The hispanic people really are talking about us. Well some of them, anyway. I have been studying the Spanish language for going on five years now. I'm still pretty basic when it comes to understanding native speakers, but I could catch familiar words and phrases every now and then. I passed a few people the second day (I'll explain why that day is more important later) that uttered the word joto in my direction. Then there were the numerous fat comments at some of the more ungainly people in the water park. A few ugly remarks. And the ever to present yelling at small children. My point here is: Some of them do talk about us without even considering that we might know what they're saying.
2. There actually are some guys out there that are attracted to me. This has never been NEW news to me, but in this case, he was a guy that I was attracted to in turn. Now, as shallow as I may be, I only really pine after the guys that look, act, and talk STRAIGHT. Muscular, jock types, really. Well!
I met a trio -- a straight couple and a guy-- that my group became friends with. The couple was adorable. They looked perfect together. It wasn't until later that I learned they were on the verge of splitting up. So sad. ( sad ) Well, the third guy was wearing a muscle shirt, practically shoving his 'guns' into my face. I learned his name, but for the sake of privacy, I shall refer to him as Aaron. Well! The friends I was with ( a straight couple also, just dating ) went off with the soon-to-be wed. I was left waiting for Aaron at the disgusting bathrooms that inevitably accompany a theme park. Anyway, He came out and at first looked disappointed to be left with me. I try not to come off as the typical gay, but having a majority of girl friends when I was younger, I kind of grew up using the same intonations and inflections they did when I spoke. This gave me the femine f** voice that I am desparately trying to overcome... As soon as I told him that the others left together for the nearest roller coaster, he asked the most frequent question I've ever heard
"Are you gay?"
I'm past hiding my sexuality in public, but I didn't want to tell him for some reason. It's strange. I normally just roll my eyes and say yes, but I hesitated this time. Before I gave in and told him, he let out that he, in fact , was homosexual. I actually caught my breath. How could this college football player look-a-like be into guys. I've slept with jocks before, but they were just using me for a sort of experiment. (Not a mean one, mind you, but just to try out the male-on-male thing..) I immediately told him that I was, too. He smiled (and stopped my heart) and then filled me in on 'the plan'.
He was to be the best man at his friends' wedding. They all came to this park for the weekend, not just for vacation, but to find him a boyfriend. I blushed and stupidly asked which ride he wanted to go on next. He got the hint, laughed, and said that he liked fast rides. <--- I tried not to laugh at that, with no success. We ended up going on a couple roller coasters and then headed for ZooAmerica. We talked a lot through the zoo and, at the wolf pen, he asked me if I was attracted to him. I bushed again (I tend to do that a lot) and nodded. He laughed and said that he was attracted to me too. I coughed up the slushie I was slurping in the heat at that remark. He was confused? How could that be? I thought. How could he be attracted to me. I don't usually hook in these guys. But I looked at him and learned that he was being honest. Sincere, even. I didn't smile. Didn't blush. Didn't breathe.
We met our friends back at the hotel. I had a room to myself, as did Aaron. The couples both had their own rooms as well. He asked me over, but I politely declined. I wanted to lecture my friends. (XP) I guess they had a discussion about 'the plan' while I was fighting with a vending machine. Well. I thanked them and went off to bed. A knock at the door and Aaron came in. He was tired of counseling the to-be-weds and asked if he could stay in my room. I thought it was funny that he actually went to the wrong room twice before he found mine. El oh El.
He stayed the night, but nothing happened. Gay and a gentleman? I was surprised enough--and pleased enough--to walk around alone with him the next day.
We were closer the second day. (This is the day I got the joto thrown at me. Well, us, I guess.) He let me into places first, but I drew the line for his gentlemanliness when he tried to pay for my food. I may be more feminine in both speach and appearance, but I still have a d**k. I don't need / want to be treated like a girlfriend. I am a BOY. When I told him this it was his turn to blush. He apologized and said that he was still new at being gay. He had only been in to men for a few years and had never actually been in a gay relationship. I sympathized and told him that he wasn't nessesarily wrong. There probably are guys that like that. I'm just not one of them. He was better after that. Much better, in fact. Practically flawless.
So flawless, in fact, that I am, for the first time in my life, in a relationship with a guy.
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