I don't know if it is possible for me to convey to you just how bizarre last night was for me.
I guess I need to explain some background stuff before I go on...
My senior year of high school, my friend Christian introduced me to a friend of his named Sal. Sal and I hit it off pretty well and ended up dating for a little while. I was still kind of fucked up from one of many Aaron fiascos, and Sal and I ended up sleeping together way too fast and things sort of fell apart from there. He wasn't really my biggest problem, though, so I brushed it off and it wasn't a cause of much concern.
That is, until this past December; Christian called me and told me that Sal had gone off to Southern Miss and came out of the closet. Christian made a big deal about the fact that Sal had only slept with me to keep his friends in the dark about his sexuality, and to top things off, I was the only girl he ever slept with. So around Christian and a few of his friends, I became the butt of countless jokes about my ability to "turn" guys. Funny, right? Not so much. But again, I moved on. And okay, to be perfectly honest, it wasn't that much a surprise.
So Christian is in the Marines now, and he's stationed in North Carolina, but he's home in New Orleans for 6 days, and last night he gave me a call and told me to come join him and some friends for drinks. And it just figures that Sal was there.
So we made polite conversation, but he never made any mention of his dating life. We laughed about some of the things that went on back in high school, etc etc... not much worth mentioning.
So a few hours later, I announce that I'm leaving, and Christian asks me to drive him home. So I say okay and walk out to my car while Christian tells some more people goodbye, and Sal follows me out to my car. He tells me about some party that I should go to on Tuesday night, so I ask him if he still has my number and he says yes. I give him the routine "nice seeing you again" and kiss on the cheek, and I get in my car to wait for Christian.
Here's where the craziness begins... Sal hops into the passenger seat and kisses me. So needless to say, I'm confused, and I stare at him with a fairly odd look on my face. It probably would have been impolite of me to blurt out, "Aren't you gay now?" so when he asks what's wrong, I just shrug and let him kiss me again.
So Christian finally comes outside and walks to Sal's car to get his backpack out of it, and walks back to my car. The first words out of my mouth, of course, are "You told me he was gay!"
And Christian, nonchalant as ever, shrugs and tells me, "He was... but then he started dating some girl for a few months, and I guess he's doing the whole bisexual thing from now on."
nicole: 19-year-old LSU sophomore. biochemistry, pre-med. native new orleanian. starbucks barista. borderline alcoholic. addicted to facebook, red bull and vodka, and college football. a little neurotic, extremely indecisive, and often irresponsible.
