It was the second Thursday of August, and everyone knows that on the second Thursday of any month everyone will be at the Art Walk in Downtown LA. So there I went, with my friend Jen. We walked around, and saw nothing special. Cops guarded every corner of the street to prevent a repeat protest like the one that had happened on September, where all of 5th spring was closed off, and you would have to go around 3rd street to get around. A protest would have made the night more fun. We kept on walking until I got a phone call from another friend who wanted to meet up. Jen and I stood waiting next to the Crocker Club, waiting until my friend finally showed up. With her, were 3 other people, but I'm only going to focus on one.
I had met him 2 months ago, on a dull Saturday night that I had planned to spend at home. I was saved and picked up and went to some small, ratty apartment in a dangerous nearby area where I knew I was going to detest everyone I was about to encounter. There, he was introduced to me. He looked at me up and down and I suspected he was judging me. He was probably some meathead football player in high school who goes to church every Sunday and has never befriended anyone like me. There I stood wearing tight jeans, a band shirt, and my black cowboy boots. He kept on glancing at me, and I texted my friend, who was sitting next to me that "I'm oddly attracted to your friend." She texted me back, "That's weird you would say that because he came out to me not so long ago." A-ha! So he was gay! I asked more about him, and I forgot most of what I was told, but I do remember that he was the prom king at his prom. The same prom that had a lesbian prom queen. Later on that night, the poor boy asked an innocent question and I went off on him. I should have understood that he had just came out and he didn't know any better, but my temper got the best of me. I did try to make things better but he was too drunk to care, or notice. I figured I would never see him again.
Back to Thursday. He saw me, smiled, and said hi. I told him, "I remember you" and he said, "I do too, but I forgot your name." Strike 1. We all went to try to find a hidden spot for my group of friends who wanted to get stoned. I saw him partake in a spliff and for me that was Strike 2. He would talk to me but I didn't know if he was flirting with me or just being friendly, which I found extremely tedious. I want to lie and say I find him annoying, which is true, I do find him somewhat annoying, but I'm also really attracted to him. Maybe it's his innocence, although I suspect he's not that innocent. At the end of the night, he asked where I lived and I told him my cross streets. He said he lived near me, and he then told me his cross streets, which is just a 7 minute walk away from me. Near. He then asked how come we're not friends, and went off on giving answers, "it's cause you hate me, it's cause I'm gay," all hypothetical answers that were meant to be funny. Problem is, they weren't. Strike 3. With all these strikes, I started thinking about what my problem was? Why was I being so cynical? I should give the guy a chance, even if it's just for the friendship. Maybe he was nervous? I don't know, but what I do know is that I really want to make out with him. I've never made it with a prom king before, but the idea of it really turns me on.
