Not so good, thank you
It appears my mentor has a boyfriend. This is great news for her ... slightly painful news for me. But then again, it's not like I thought she was a lesbian *sighs* Ah well, c'est la vie. What doesn't kill me, makes me stronger. I'll survive and all the other clichés my friends have been throwing at me.
She told me last week. I was talking to her and all of a sudden she asked me if she could tell me something in private. Something nobody knew. She said she could tell me because she trusted me and she thought I was a good listener. So for the next 30 minutes I was in hell while she explained about her very new and very hot boyfriend. Wanna know something ... I already don't like him. Bias much?
Also, Julie tells me I'm obsessing about my mentor. She came to this conclusion after I said "She has a boyfriend. I'm sad now". So I told her I wasn't going to respond since I could feel my bitchy side trying to get through and I didn't want to say anything I would regret later. Something along the lines of "I'm obsessing? I'm not the one stalking the woman I have a crush on and telling everyone I'm in a relationship with her, you psycho bitch!"
In other news. My old high school is really fucking up their production of Les Mis. They got this crazy idea of "updating" it -.- They want all of the children to wear modern clothes ... it's 19th century France, people are not wearing a T-shirt and jeans!
Also, the choir is kinda sorta horrible. They are really off key at times and nobody seems to correct them. They sang the opening number for me and I had to control myself not to spasm. They are bad ... really bad. I set up a lesson with their vocal trainer just to see how she teaches these kids.
The old high school teacher took me out to lunch again and she asked some very strange questions. She wanted to know if I was comfortable with who I have become. If I had any trouble with being a lesbian. And then she asked the most obvious question: What's the difference between kissing a man and kissing a woman? I told her I had only kissed one boy when I was younger and I wasn't in love with him so it was horrible to begin with. Then she asked:
Ann: So ... what about ... sex then?
Me: What about it?
Ann: Have you ever ... with a man?
Me: Oh! laughs God no.
Ann: Oh ... so you don't know what the difference is?
Me: Nope, and I'm just fine with that smiles
Ann: Is it nice?
Me: What? Not having sex with men? It's great.
Ann blushing: No, no ... having ... ya know ... with women.
Me. You are asking me about having sex but you can't even say the word? Come on now, you're a grown woman and you're married. You can't tell me you don't have sex yourself.
Ann: I ... ah clears throat
Me: That's what I thought. And of course it's nice. Why would I be doing it if I didn't like it.
Ann: Oh ... okay ... It's just something I've been wondering about.
Me laughs: It's nice to know you take such an interest in my sex life.
Now ain't that strange. And all day she kept trying to get back on the subject of sex with women. In the end I told her that, if she wanted to know something, she should just come out and ask me.
She told me last week. I was talking to her and all of a sudden she asked me if she could tell me something in private. Something nobody knew. She said she could tell me because she trusted me and she thought I was a good listener. So for the next 30 minutes I was in hell while she explained about her very new and very hot boyfriend. Wanna know something ... I already don't like him. Bias much?
Also, Julie tells me I'm obsessing about my mentor. She came to this conclusion after I said "She has a boyfriend. I'm sad now". So I told her I wasn't going to respond since I could feel my bitchy side trying to get through and I didn't want to say anything I would regret later. Something along the lines of "I'm obsessing? I'm not the one stalking the woman I have a crush on and telling everyone I'm in a relationship with her, you psycho bitch!"
In other news. My old high school is really fucking up their production of Les Mis. They got this crazy idea of "updating" it -.- They want all of the children to wear modern clothes ... it's 19th century France, people are not wearing a T-shirt and jeans!
Also, the choir is kinda sorta horrible. They are really off key at times and nobody seems to correct them. They sang the opening number for me and I had to control myself not to spasm. They are bad ... really bad. I set up a lesson with their vocal trainer just to see how she teaches these kids.
The old high school teacher took me out to lunch again and she asked some very strange questions. She wanted to know if I was comfortable with who I have become. If I had any trouble with being a lesbian. And then she asked the most obvious question: What's the difference between kissing a man and kissing a woman? I told her I had only kissed one boy when I was younger and I wasn't in love with him so it was horrible to begin with. Then she asked:
Ann: So ... what about ... sex then?
Me: What about it?
Ann: Have you ever ... with a man?
Me: Oh! laughs God no.
Ann: Oh ... so you don't know what the difference is?
Me: Nope, and I'm just fine with that smiles
Ann: Is it nice?
Me: What? Not having sex with men? It's great.
Ann blushing: No, no ... having ... ya know ... with women.
Me. You are asking me about having sex but you can't even say the word? Come on now, you're a grown woman and you're married. You can't tell me you don't have sex yourself.
Ann: I ... ah clears throat
Me: That's what I thought. And of course it's nice. Why would I be doing it if I didn't like it.
Ann: Oh ... okay ... It's just something I've been wondering about.
Me laughs: It's nice to know you take such an interest in my sex life.
Now ain't that strange. And all day she kept trying to get back on the subject of sex with women. In the end I told her that, if she wanted to know something, she should just come out and ask me.