Do you ever think that you know a person inside and out, and yet every time you connect with them, you realize that you barely know anything about their life?
For the past year or so, I have been getting to know John. John came along right after Jerry came out. I didn't know anything about him, or what he was like, but I knew that he was a character. The more I observed him, the more I wanted to know him and figure him out. It sounds terrible, but I wanted to know why he acted the way he did. He was small and unsuspecting, but had such a smug attitude, spoke his mind, and frankly didn't give a fuck.
His fling with Jerry didn't last, but last semester during the midnight production of "Spelling Bee" John met Michael. Within half an hour we were all drunk, running around the basement of the theater, with no supervision. I was mixing drinks in a dressing room for a bunch of high school boys, hiding the liquor in the fridge in the prop room, and making out with John behind the "wall of doors" in the set room. Yes, John is gay, but who doesn't want to make out when they're drunk? Michael was hitting on Ray, none of us knew what exactly was going on, and at the end of the night when we were all stumbling back to our dorms Michael wanted to hang on to me like a child and I said "Do what you want, you're not 12!" And like a bat out of hell, he was gone. The next morning Michael showed up, sober and clothed, at my door. I couldn't even pretend that I was mad at him - he had gotten some, and hey, good for him. It's not like John was complaining, either.
At the beginning of this year I had no idea what I wanted to do with myself. Do I hang out with the theater kids as the awkward older gal, do I close myself off and do nothing but school work? After going to theater meetings and just feeling like I wasn't received well, I wasn't sure of what to do. Until I ran into John. We decided to get dinner and talk, and after he divulged that he didn't feel very wanted at his theater organization, I instantly had made a connection. A few silly texts here and there, a promise of a drunken make out session soon, I felt as though I had something going.
I adore John. Perhaps it's because I can't figure him out. I don't know what makes him tick. I do know that you can never get any sympathy out of him, but if he knows you're upset, he'll let you cry while he hugs you in his nimble, strong arms. I know he finds a deep, primal attraction to Michael (which gets me pretty excited, to be honest), and I know there's a quirky attraction between the both of them that has rarely been acted out. I barely know John, but hopefully in the near future we'll get into one of those fights that makes you think about the other person and who they really are.
For the past year or so, I have been getting to know John. John came along right after Jerry came out. I didn't know anything about him, or what he was like, but I knew that he was a character. The more I observed him, the more I wanted to know him and figure him out. It sounds terrible, but I wanted to know why he acted the way he did. He was small and unsuspecting, but had such a smug attitude, spoke his mind, and frankly didn't give a fuck.
His fling with Jerry didn't last, but last semester during the midnight production of "Spelling Bee" John met Michael. Within half an hour we were all drunk, running around the basement of the theater, with no supervision. I was mixing drinks in a dressing room for a bunch of high school boys, hiding the liquor in the fridge in the prop room, and making out with John behind the "wall of doors" in the set room. Yes, John is gay, but who doesn't want to make out when they're drunk? Michael was hitting on Ray, none of us knew what exactly was going on, and at the end of the night when we were all stumbling back to our dorms Michael wanted to hang on to me like a child and I said "Do what you want, you're not 12!" And like a bat out of hell, he was gone. The next morning Michael showed up, sober and clothed, at my door. I couldn't even pretend that I was mad at him - he had gotten some, and hey, good for him. It's not like John was complaining, either.
At the beginning of this year I had no idea what I wanted to do with myself. Do I hang out with the theater kids as the awkward older gal, do I close myself off and do nothing but school work? After going to theater meetings and just feeling like I wasn't received well, I wasn't sure of what to do. Until I ran into John. We decided to get dinner and talk, and after he divulged that he didn't feel very wanted at his theater organization, I instantly had made a connection. A few silly texts here and there, a promise of a drunken make out session soon, I felt as though I had something going.
I adore John. Perhaps it's because I can't figure him out. I don't know what makes him tick. I do know that you can never get any sympathy out of him, but if he knows you're upset, he'll let you cry while he hugs you in his nimble, strong arms. I know he finds a deep, primal attraction to Michael (which gets me pretty excited, to be honest), and I know there's a quirky attraction between the both of them that has rarely been acted out. I barely know John, but hopefully in the near future we'll get into one of those fights that makes you think about the other person and who they really are.
