So, here I am again. Twice in a month. I know I've swallowed my words in my previous entry. I did say I'm gonna abuse the internet huh? But if you live with two teenagers, it's vacation season, and they're both addicted to online gaming, then you know what I'm going through. Good thing they're at the mall trying to alleviate the heat. I can snatch a couple of hours to check my long forgotten friendster account. And of course cruise by here a little.
A long lost friend of mine from way way back finally connected with me through (of course, where else) friendster. I just lurvs this technology. I haven't seen her for about 5 years now (Or is it 6? hmmm... better make it 5, my age is showing) and when I opened my messages there she was. She said she's been happily married for the past 4 years and that I seem happy with all the pictures she saw in my album. And she asked if the cutie with me was THE ONE. Of course all my friends are cute (ahem, ahem) but nobody stands out more than my Stewie.
Now, this guy is "MY PERFECT MATE" personified. He is my ideal aesthetically. Tall. The kind of tall where I don't have to dangle around his neck, get a crink on my shoulder, and hurt my toes from stretching when we kiss. Dark. The kind that enhances the machismo factor. Handsome. The kind of handsome that can be photographed from every angle. Not to outdo his brains, he is a writer, a dreamer, a connoisseur of good taste and his subject matters range from what's hot to what's not in almost every topic. He makes me laugh and he makes me cry. And the bestest part of it all.... HE's GAY!
I really dunno where my love for the magnificently gay started. I don't remember having any gay friends while I was growing up. I do know some lesbians thru my sisters, who was into all that "free love" shit in the 70's, but I don't remember them having gay friends. Now, I can't get enough of them. I love going out to coffee, to drinks, to movies, to parties, to vacations, to eat... name the event and the place and I'd probably be touting a gay friend along. They are so easy to love. (And not to mention they will never let you out of the house looking like Elvira gone wild.)
Another friend of mine who has made a habit of psycho analyzing his friends said that for a commitment phobic like me, gays are the best answer. I can get all the lovin' I need without the hassle of demands and ultimatums. Or of actually investing in a serious relationship. Is that true Stewie? Isn't our relationship serious? Hehe...
Well, in the name of being truthful, I did make a mistake of falling for a gay guy once. But, in my own defense, I didn't know he was gay, and I think neither did he, or he hasn't really come to terms with it at that time. I remember the day I found out he was in love with a then new friend of mine who was, of course, obviously gay, it really hurt. I remember a sense of betrayal. It was like he was cheating me the whole time. I know he didn't mean it to happen that way. Especially since he was just a newbie with his feelings at that time. Up until now I don't know if I would've felt the same if it was another girl he actually hooked up with. I guess I'll never find out. (Thank Gowd!)
For now, I do know what my answer would be to my friend's question. I'd tell her that yes, he is THE ONE. The one who has helped me through tough times, held my hands through the worst storms in my life. Tolerated my drama. Gave me the best times. And loved me unconditionally.
Yes Stewie, at the end of the day, you're still better than sex. So, allow me to say, my deepest thanks, my favorite friend!
