Coming in late into the game, I have been blithely unaware of the moves and tactics in dating. Truth be told, I started way too early having interest in it at age 12. I remember dating someone around that age over a dozen of burgers and cola. It will never work. He is as straight as a ruler. The best thing I got from that date was getting locked up in a room with him at a school fair. We hated that experience though he became a friend later on.
After that incident, it took a long time before I went on a date. Apparently, when I went back into the game it would require me more than a piece of mashed ground beef and carbonated soda. Everything is in reindeer-quick speed. A moment of lingering looks can lead to a coffee date, then a movie and then… BOOM! Next thing you know Gay 1 is feeding Gay 2 with a gelato in public nonetheless. They decide to go exclusive after 2 days and then in a month’s time they go their own ways.
The series of interrelated changes happen in one particular group. A friend has said, “it’s like Melrose Place.” Everyone has gone to bed with someone, one way or another. My refusal to succumb to this connection of sexual plethora stems from a lot of fears and insecurities but more than anything, the thought of being included in six degrees of a certain John, is the horror of all my horrors.
Ironically, I think I am in it. I am playing it. I have to. Otherwise, I will prolong the condition of my sexual status or the lack of any. It’s a sick, sad cycle - injurious and tedious.
It is my theory though that for every game, there is a code - a technique that so far I have not been able to break. I do not think I will be getting the point anytime now and it is fine by me. I am just going to stand outside the game and eat my chicken wings.
I can imagine Gay 1 and Gay 2 after playing the musical chairs for sometime. They sit down in exhaustion and realize they are only ones left standing in the game. The Gloria Gaynor and Lady Gaga music on loop stopped as well. I hope they make it, together or apart.
within six degrees of a certain John, tell me about it! :D But you know, after being in the game for some time, you'd also come to a point wherein you just jump out of it. And realize that everything was just for the hell of it.
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