Ok so I'm really not out and until two weeks ago I've never been in a relationship or even been involved with someone where we both know we have feelings for each other. And I was FINE with that. I was pleased to have a life prepared whereby I would never find myself getting romantic with anyone, though I am slowly coming out to people.
Then along comes a cute boy, my friend for two years and one of the few people I manage to both like and be attracted to. He's out. He never shows interest in me, nor have I told him I'm gay. Then we're watching a movie and he goads me into cuddling with him! AAAGH! Well of course I couldn't resist. It felt nice. We talked but not much. Then over the course of two weeks we hung out and cuddled some more and even went on a date sort of thing. And he kissed me. It was all pretty awkward and I wasn't very good at any of it, the physical stuff or the emotional connecting stuff.
Here's the weird part. I slowly started to sense that he wasn't really interested in me. Idunno when or how exactly, I'm oblivious like that. Over only two weeks. 1st weekend and he's kissing me and trying to encourage me to show affection in public. 2nd weekend and I feel he's avoiding me and otherwise giving me the sense he doesn't feel attracted to me anymore. I guess I'm a bad kisser or he just saw a side of me he didn't like. I'm not surprised. I'm not meant to connect with people that way and I was FINE with the fact until he pulled his stunt.
So he avoids telling me he's not attracted to me any more, but I slowly come to my senses and realize it. I confront him and he finally owns up and says he's sorry, sometimes you get to know someone better and your feelings about them change. I understand that. Not a problem. All is forgiven.
So at first I am still thinking it was awfully sweet of him to keep trying to show interest in me so he doesn't ruin my first mutual attraction thingy. Then a more sobering thought comes to me. I don't think he ever liked me that way, he was just trying to get me to come out of my shell, to try out romance. I resent that! I was fine with things the way they were. He took away my claim to fame, of being one of the few people who acknowledge and embrace their sexuality without ever really feeling the need to act on it. My resolve never to live a sexual life has actually INCREASED because of this, because my first experience was with someone I now recognize as having been apathetic about it.
So I'm fine. I'm really not hurt. I have no other unresolved issues with the guy. And I am a little more ready to be open with my friends about my sexuality. But I think I'm annoyed. He patronized and manipulated me. He decided he, not I, knew what's best for me. He ignored what I had decided and was VERY SATISFIED WITH regarding my future with my sexuality. I LIKED these thoughts JUST FINE and he decided they weren't good for me and tried to use my instincts to get me to leave them behind. I forgive the wrong, of course, but I don't know if I can ever enjoy his company again after this.
Go ahead, tell me how wrong I am. I need it.
