hands with me while we were at school. I liked the fact that he’s a boy so we would just look like a normal couple, but actually he’s gay. You think he’d be honoured to walk around school holding hands with a cool chick like me but I had to practically beg. And just in case I wasn’t feeling stupid enough about it after begging with him, Scott punched my ego in the face again 3 minutes later when we walked into the cafeteria. This little experiment was doomed from the start.
A group of guys who Scott and I both had a few classes with were standing near the soups. In a program full of nerds, they were basically the cooler group of guys who we both frequently talked to. Not friends- but not not friends. I suddenly became extremely aware that I was holding Scott’s hand. But I couldn’t let go now. I had pleaded for this. And I didn’t want him to think I that I cared about what they think. Scott, though, had no such qualms. As soon as I silently resolved myself to continuing to hold his hand in front of this group of guys- if they didn’t get the joke, screw them- Scott dropped my mine like it was suddenly on fire. He said he didn’t want them to think he’s straight. What. the. hell. That is the last time I try to bond with him. Scott never appreciated my efforts to spice up our relationship. As soon as something more appealing comes along, he’s gone. Typical dude, gay or no gay.
Who am I kidding though, I was totally relieved he dropped my hand. I mean I was a bit hurt, but also quite relieved. I didn’t want them to think I was dating a guy who’s gay. I’m not that kind of weird.
The girl who just can't play it cool 