Otherwise Engaged
I think I was just proposed to. For the first time. Over Instant Messenger.A good friend of mine from college, sophomore year in particular...well, we were pretty tight. So tight, in fact, that we always fielded the question of why we never dated. We hung out every single afternoon and night of every day for at least four months, with little hanging out with anyone else. We went out together, we studied together, we had dinner...it was sort of funny, almost like having a tail. The truth of the matter was that we really were just such good friends that dating would have ruined it. And there was another reason, one that I couldn't put my finger on, until the day that he came out of the closet about halfway through the year. And...well, there's your reason.
A few of my good friends are gay or lesbians, which I have no problem with whatsoever. I've taken a lot of heat from my conservative friends for this, but I think that love and sexuality are personal business, and what one does with that choice is completely up to them. Personally, I've never been attracted to a girl, or even been with one (unless you count the one time that my friend Val and I had to make out for a minute as part of a dare, New Year's 2003), and I highly suspect that if it hasn't happened yet, it probably won't anytime soon, but even so...I'm not necessarily opposed to the idea. I mean, you love who you love, right? And I just happen to love boys. But who am I to judge anyone else?
So anyway, when he came out, I was really supportive. He eventually left school and did his own thing, but we've hung out a couple of times over the years, and I even went to Go Go Boy night at Cocktail in Boystown with him one night, followed by a trip to Manhole, in support of my boy-loving friend. In fact, I found that we had a hell of a lot more in common after that.
Tonight we're having one of our random conversations on IM, and I am hit with the news - six years later - that my friend might really be bisexual. We end up having a nice, long conversation about bisexuality, and I told him that anyone that really loved him would respect the fact that he loves who he loves, as long as he was faithful and chose someone he would be with forever. It was then and there that he sent me a picture with a 2.6 round-cut Tiffany's diamond ring in a blue box, and a line that says, "Move to Seattle. Be my wife.". Ahhh...everything I've ever wanted. (Well, except for I'd prefer a princess cut, but whatever. Well, and I always thought it would be a different guy, but still.) So I did what any good friend would do - I accepted. I mean, it was a little weird typing "yes" into the dialog box, instead of screaming it out and wrapping my arms around the guy in a big bear hug. I tried to insert a crying smiley face, but there was only a frowny one, so I had to explain that I was crying with a big shit-eating grin on my face. Tough times.
So, distance notwithstanding, we are otherwise engaged. I must say, it was very nice being quasi-proposed to, and it is also nice being quasi-engaged. Perhaps he can give me the quasi-wedding I've always dreamed of. And hey, at the very least, it definitely broke me in for the real proposal, which I'm confident will come from the right guy in the next 20 years. I wonder if breaking the news of my impending quasi-nuptials to everyone will make the crush jealous. At least it will put the marriage talk from everyone in metro Atlanta to rest. It's about time.
posted by KA @ 11:20 PM
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