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So the other day I got off work pretty late and stopped over at DSW on my way to TJ's ( which is cheap organic goodness).
I was browsing through looking for a pair of Vans and this dude hails me. It took me a minute to place the face and it turned out to be this dude I had a horrendous crush on back in freshman year.
I hadn't seen him in three years and he hasn't seen me, and he obviously didn't remember the circumstances under which we met. So he remembered that I was queer , but didn't remember why he wouldn't give me the time of day.
It went to the point of him pretty rudely ignoring me when he were in the same place at the same time, so I was like ' If you can't give me the time of day, then fuck you'. He was one of those fags who wouldn't even talk to me because i was pre-transition.
So flash forward three years, and we're standing in an isle at a shoe shop, and he's totally bending over backwards hitting me me , and I'm looking at him and thinking " Lookit how the mighty have fallen".
He looked so desperate and old; not just older , but old- saggy and balding and paunchy and gross. I couldnt really even connect the hot dude with dreams and desires and ambition with this bit of a wreck who at three years post school was perfectly happy being a cater waiter.
It was a definite ego boost, but JBC, ya know. Looks like i didn't miss out on much after all.
I was browsing through looking for a pair of Vans and this dude hails me. It took me a minute to place the face and it turned out to be this dude I had a horrendous crush on back in freshman year.
I hadn't seen him in three years and he hasn't seen me, and he obviously didn't remember the circumstances under which we met. So he remembered that I was queer , but didn't remember why he wouldn't give me the time of day.
It went to the point of him pretty rudely ignoring me when he were in the same place at the same time, so I was like ' If you can't give me the time of day, then fuck you'. He was one of those fags who wouldn't even talk to me because i was pre-transition.
So flash forward three years, and we're standing in an isle at a shoe shop, and he's totally bending over backwards hitting me me , and I'm looking at him and thinking " Lookit how the mighty have fallen".
He looked so desperate and old; not just older , but old- saggy and balding and paunchy and gross. I couldnt really even connect the hot dude with dreams and desires and ambition with this bit of a wreck who at three years post school was perfectly happy being a cater waiter.
It was a definite ego boost, but JBC, ya know. Looks like i didn't miss out on much after all.
