The Drunken Blog

I was having a very casual conversation with a good friend of mine on gtalk and somehow or another we got to talking about websites. I commented that I have been working on websites in one form or another for about 10 years, and I showed him a link to that site (last updated 2002!). I went through and noticed that I had pictures from prom, with my prom date, who turned into a lesbian, not a LUG, mind you, but a full fledged lesbian.

Let me take you back to a more magical time in my life. I was a junior in high school and on the school newspaper. This girl, I’ll call her Clinton, was also in my class. I didn’t particularly take notice of her, I wasn’t exactly at a relationship point in my life (I had tried one freshman year and that’s when I learned that relationships are more than just a title, you have to do stuff). She, however, noticed me. She was also a senior, which may have been another reason that I didn’t notice her, I was very strict on the staying within your own grade rule, more for my own protection than anything else. I quickly learned that was stupid, especially since I am usually the youngest in my group.

I don’t remember how we started dating, I just remember it was awkward as hell for me. Apparently I am a very trustworthy guy, because despite the fact that I was the opposite of Don Juan (more like Don Quixote – at least the way he was depicted in the cartoons), she confided in me. Telling me things I really didn’t want to hear. I don’t really want to go into details, but she lived with her grandparents who were not the nicest to her, to say the least. Both of my parents are shrinks, so I feel as if I have an innate ability to listen to people’s problems and help them deal with them, but this was a real problem. I felt bad since all I could tell her was that she would be going to college soon and she would be out of the house.

The college she would be attending is an all girl school. Also, did I mention that she had really short hair? because she did. I guess these were signs that I should have picked up on, but I was too busy freaking out about her putting her tongue in my mouth while kissing.

We ended up dating for about three months, which ended because she had to leave for college, and we didn’t want to try a long distance thing. I, being the committaphobe that I am, was grateful for the excuse.

I guess I was her last attempt at being straight (what a horrible choice for her!), because that fall she came back home on break – and I’ll never forget this, I was working at Jungle Golf and I went out to the parking lot for some reason and I saw Clinton with her new girlfriend. Clinton introduced her as her friend, but I could tell there was a wink behind that face as she was introducing her. Prior to this I had heard rumors that she might be a lesbian, but this totally cemented it. Now I knew for a fact.

That’s pretty much the last I ever spoke to Clinton. I saw her on facebook and befriended her there, but she now goes by a different name - a guy’s name.

Ever since Clinton came back school that first semester, I have found girls with short hair extremely unattractive. I didn’t really make the connection between Clinton turning gay and my aversion of short hair until I had that conversation.

I think it’s important to remember that people don’t choose to be gay, that’s just how they are, so while Clinton may have been with me to try to be straight, she was really just fooling herself, and it would have been a matter of time anyway before she came out. Or at least that’s what I keep telling myself.

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