I know I said I was going to make an effort and start blogging more, but it's a lot easier said than done! My life has been taken over by school and work, so it's not easy finding time to do this.
This past Shabbos, my roommate went away so I decided to have some people over. This time I decided to have some gay friends come over. I NEVER have gay friends come over because I'm always afraid some of my local straight friends will see them, and then start asking questions. At this point in my life I'm sort of tired of being so overprotective of my closetedness. I have also been feeling bad about always saying no to one specific friend (YU guy) who never has a place to go. I learned that he will leaving back home soon for the summer, so I decided I NEED to have him over before he leaves.
Anyway, the other friend was someone I had never met in person. We met online, and started chatting, then talking ont he phone. He's also a closeted guy, around my age, and he actually lives around my neighborhood. He came early so he could help me cook (his father was a chef, so I was helping HIM cook!). He's a very nice guy, and attractive, but I'm not so sure he's my type.
What made the night's meal kind of interesting was the fact that not everyone was gay. I also invited my longtime friend (who I'm not out to), who just moved into my building. So we had to come up with stories of how we knew each other.
Anyway, overall the meal went great. The conversation and the food was good. What more can you ask for? Later, another friend showed up unexpectedly. His gaydar detected something right away! My YU guest sort of has this "gay laugh" which sort of gives him away. I feel bad because he totally doesn't realize it. Anyway, my friend who showed up unexpectedly kept giving me this weird look everytime my YU friend would laugh. His look said it all, but I just pretended I didn't know what his look meant.
Today my friend/ neighbor told me that he knows my friend is a "faggot." I pretended again like I didn't know what he was talking about. Anyway, we didn't make a big deal out of it, and changed the subject. I guess I definitely raised my friend's suspicions about me, but they didn't say or ask anything about me. Maybe they do not suspect as much as I think they do, or maybe they'd rather just not know. Who knows?
Switching on to another more interesting story... My brother told me he went to some singles party in the upper west side, with one of his female friends and her boyfriend. The ice breaker activity was kind of interesting. Each guy and girl received a sticker with an adjective on it, and they had to put it on their back. The objective was to find that one other person of the opposite sex with the same adjective on their back. My brother's friend already had a boyfriend so she put her sticker on his back. So in the end, there would be a guy looking for the sticker on my brother's back. The real funny part is that the guy did find my brother and it was one of my friends who is also gay (or bi, supposedly). This is a friend who used to have a huge crush on me. What are the odds??? There were hundreds of people there!
