Today has been a bit of a bad day. I woke up at around 7:30-ish so that I could work on billing and get ahead of the end of the month curve. When I arrived, I was perfectly good, set up my iPhone to pump out some tunes and set out to work. I started powering through a stack of billing when I got a text message from someone asking if we could meet up after work. Not really thinking anything about it, I said that I was busy, maybe another time. Thats when things started getting weird.
The next text said “It won’t take long, only about 30 minutes. But don’t tell anyone.” Puzzled, I asked if everything was ok. He then sent me a text saying that he wanted to have some fun. Perhaps it’s my naive nature that prompted me to ask “What kind of fun?” The response? ”Umm…duh!”
First and foremost, I’m in a committed relationship. I love Dean and he loves me and we plan on being together forever. The thought of cheating on him makes me sick to my stomach. Second, the guy that was asking me, we’ve been friends for four years, since I started working at my current job. He’s a very funny and sweet person, or so I thought. And he’s as straight as the day is long. I don’t understand what was going on, I personally don’t know that I want to know what was going on.
This has happened before with someone I thought was a friend so I have to start wondering what, specifically, about me screams “whore.”
I hate being a grown up. Everyone seems so concerned with sex and the act of “getting some” and I get berated for maintaining my childlike wonder about the world. Sure, I’m cynical most of the time, but if you saw my room at home you would think a kid lived there. There are model ships from Star Trek, Megazords from Power Rangers, video game posters on the wall, and a collection of anime that’s a sight to behold. I don’t understand why people keep trying to taint my world with their perversions and distortions of reality. I want to go back to a time when sex didn’t matter and when you really could take people at face value.
I just had to get that off my chest. I don’t think that I’ll be talking to this guy anymore. I don’t want to get him in trouble because I do or at least did consider him a friend so I’ll keep his name to myself. Who he is isn’t the point of this blog entry, it’s about trying to get people to turn a mirror to themselves and take a long look. Are you what you appear to be?
