My head's a little lopsided...

Mar 18, 2005 00:32

...and I look a little goofy.

On Tuesday evening, Matt waited for his boyfriend of sorts, Greg, to get to his home. He had planned on staying with him over the spring break, enjoying himself, and keeping in good spirits. Naturally, he was crushed when Greg broke up with him. Greg gave that "oh I'm just not ready" bullcrap, and Matt called him out on it...

Then Walt (the bestest guy ever) and I came into the story... Greg said he wasn't happy as is, and in fact (I'm skipping a few minor details) still had a desire for Walt. Matt apparently said something along the ALL TOO ACCURATE lines of "Sweetie, he has a boyfriend." How correct. Greg responded with "not for long." Not only is that one of the biggest jerk-off jive motherfucker things to say to the guy you just dumped, but it's just not cool to say that about anyone else's beeswax. It makes me nervous and offended, kinda like I am by George Bush. If that southern-fried chickenhawk thinks for a second that I'm not serious about Walter, he'd better rethink his goddamned presumptuous thoughts and straighten them the fuck out.

Grandpa Greg has a reputation for crashing the proverbial party on relationships, his or others'. It seems everyone has told me that Walt kept seeing Greg at random times during a time when Walt dated someone else, even Greg said that -- and Walt is the only one denying it. A little white lie. But don't get me wrong -- Walter has ONE HUNDRED percent of my trust. But both he and Greg need to know, that yes, we are serious. If it ain't, fuck it.

Before I sound like a hypocrite...

Yes, I have played and made out with a couple guys (and girls) socially/at group outings in the last two months we've been together. (I'm not mentioning the hickey he gave Greg that I "didn't notice" one night). And neither of us are "freak-out" boyfriends. But just to make it right, Walt's lips are the only ones I'm gonna be touching intimately and he's gonna be the only one I'll play with -- I'm gonna start sounding like the freak-out boyfriend for a second, but I swear... I'm not.

I'm just a poor boy who's two-thousand miles away from everything on his spring break vacation, and I feel out of control of just about everything, and SOMEHOW, even in Canada, drama does what it does best, and finds its home in my noggin. I just don't want to be semi-exclusive committed fuckbuddies and neither does Walter, and I'm not gonna let something as trivial and stupid as this get to me. I want a boyfriend, and I have one that I'm all-too-happy to stick with come Hell or high water.
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