Okay. For those of you who don’t know me personally, I’d like to preface this rant by saying that I have a wonderful boyfriend with whom I celebrated our anniversary with on June 1st. I am very much in love with him, and him me, and I’m not the type of person to even consider cheating. That being said, here is my life:
May 31st, I attend the birthday party of this guy I know’s older brother. It’s a lot of fun, and I end up driving the guy home since he’s drunk. In the car, we’re talking about how we’re glad we ended up being friends and all that since we used to have mad crushes on each other back in the day that never amounted to anything. I made some comment about how our friendship works out now because we’ve already moved past the attraction phase. He shook his head laughing, and stated “Well, let’s just say I respect Clay. We’ll end that conversation there” and got out of the car mumbling some more technical reasons why we wouldn’t work out. My gut instinct was to be upset that he would even consider ruining our friendship, and as I thought more on it, I realized that I had wanted him to say that to me for years. All of my wildest dreams had come true, but I didn’t want anything to do with them. I was angry that the words were said because I truly loved Clay, and my sophomore year crush was not even a blip on my radar.
Then tonight, this boy who I never really talked to, but my friend group lusted after for years texts me “puleese marry me” out of the blue. We talk about his modeling career in LA, and he keeps hitting on me, telling me how Kat von D has nothing on me, and how he misses seeing me so much, and calling me wifey. This boy tried to hook up with me around the same time Clay and I were first talking, and my friend group said I should’ve done something then. I’m so happy I didn’t do anything then, and even happier for not doing anything now.
Within a week of my anniversary, all of these classically attractive boys come out of the left field and talk about how they like me. What? No. Clay’s my one and only. Whether you be awesome at making coffee, or a model in LA, you have nothing on my Dungeon Master.
How to move forward
You know what’s weird? That Cincinnati of all places would do this. Seriously, it’s one of the most conservative -and I don’t necessarily mean that politically- cities around. They’re backwards in some crucial ways, and Lexington has always been so open and diverse. It’s just weird… You’d think in an area that holds the largest gay population per capita in the country, we’d be a little more inviting to the gay community. It’s upsetting that people still can’t accept a natural phenomenon, especially when it doesn’t affect them at all.
TL;DR I’m ashamed that Cincinnati of all places would be more accepting than Lexington.
Studying for finals. In need of some serious cuddling when I get home. I’m ready to breathe a sigh of relief and just fall into Clay’s furry chest. Feel him breathing deeply as I doze gently off to sleep.
a little background behind my url:
cranesbill geranium.
I worked in a greenhouse over the summer and cranesbill geraniums were so rare in the respect that they were shade tolerant (able to survive darker days, resilient, strong) and perennial (they come back, return, continue to bloom every spring).
Not that being shade tolerant and perennial is all that rare (lots of ferns are like this!) but they still have this beautiful, vibrant bloom. A delicate, iridescent fan of petals. Everyday I would water the cranesbill geraniums, deadhead them, talk to them, care for them.
I admire them, strive to be like them. Strong and powerful yet still beautiful and gentle.