This is my third and final blog on my trip to Europe. We move on to romance...
It was in JFK, that I first met Sebastien, who is Marilyn's cousin. He was clearly aware he looked good seeing as he flipped his hair when he came over. I knew the only to intrigue him is if I was the only one not interested in him. So I waited for him to introduce himself, or have Marilyn do it. He wanted to be my friend, because I seemed to be on his wavelength (when in all honesty, I think mine is slightly above his).
We became friends in London, when on the way to Piccadilly Circus. He stole my camera to take pictures, and he took the fist picture IN EUROPE with my camera. It was cute, but overbearing. Over the next few days it was just some gay jokes that progressively got more serious--on both sides, and increasing amounts of conversation.
We roomed together in Florence, with Aaren. We sat up and spoke all night. We even chatted while in our underwear (getting dresses, but that doesn't sound as good) before we got ready to go to the Club.
The next day we got gelato, I remember, I got mint, and he got coffee. I told him that I almost got the same flavor. He said do you want a taste. Here I am thinking that I have to use my spoon... he lifted some up. For some reason, I said You can try mine as well. I don't even know why I acted this way to be honest. And we fed one another gelato on the streets of Italy. There were several other times too. It's a shame that no one could have documented it.
While at dinner in Assisi, he tried to kiss me over a plate of spaghetti, and I realized that this was all too perfect.
One the last night, in Rome. Sebastien roomed down the hall. After I made him over that night into perfection, he was supposed to get settled down for the night then come to my room to hang out. He never showed up and went to go see where he was and he wasn't in his room. I found out he instead went to Brittany's room. I went into Liz and Samantha's room, to look out the window, into their room, and I saw them kissing on the bed! I got upset and Gretta, and Marilyn comforted me. While comforting me I formed a scheme.
I knew how Sebastien would act. So from there I told Gretta and Marilyn to act like they hadn't seen me since room check. I went back to Liz and Samantha's room and told them to interrupt them and say I looked in the room and got really upset and left. I told Aaren to say he thought I was in Sebastien's room. I stayed in the Southern Girls' room, and hid in their closet. Everything went according to plan. But after not finding me for 20 minutes, he went back to Brittany's room. I went to "bed" and had Aaren interrupt again and say he found me...
Sebastien came in and "woke me up" and wanted to talk to me, we went and sat in the lobby and chatted for quite some time. I told him how I felt about him, and how I know I don't want to like him. And he was like telling me he's not gay at all. BUT HE TOTALLY IS. He basically broke my heart, and I think it was because I made it seem like I didn't wanna like him, when secretly I totally just wanted to get married right then and there.
We hung out in the Airport the whole time on the way back home. And probably would have on the plane, but I needed time with Marilyn more. We even got money exchanged just so we could bet espressos in LHR. When we were back in JFK, things really seemed different. It was the first place we ever met. We went to Starbucks together and got cinnamon scones, and he got a coffee with it. I told him how cinnamon scones were my favorite, and he told me, "I'll never be able to forget that now," and giggled while he took a bite
When I first said goodbye to him I gave him half a hug which was more than a friendly bro hug. And after the goodbye chit chat, and he had to walk the other way to his car, it felt like he looked into my soul when he said goodbye. From there until we got on the bus, I didn't look back. And when I was getting on the bus I actually looked, and he was no where to be found. I think it was best that I never know whether he looked back or not after.
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Europe II
This blog on Europe will tell you about some of the new friends I made.
Since I've already told you about Marilyn in the past, I don't see any point in elaborating on the ridiculously unhealthy amount of fun we had. I even told her mom (also my US History teacher), The Nark, what a queef was, and I didn't even offend her. Marilyn and I had a great time taking pictures in the shadows of Italy, and searching for dress shops. We gallivanted through a romantic park in Paris as if we were a couple and smoked a cigarette. She and I will always have one thing in common--disliking The Midwest due to it's boring landscape.
Next on the agenda would be Gretta. She and I bonded the whole time. She looks like she stepped straight out of Eastern Europe. We made fun of the world and endlessly called each other perfect. When we were in Italy, people who were selling faux leather jackets kept trying to sell them to her. I pretended to be her boyfriend to one guy, and he said, "I'll give you 2 free coats, and you'll be my girlfriend!" Another offered her 50% off. And we were joking about 100% off, another vendor offered her 150% off. They were going to pay her to take the fucking coat!
Third I have Brittany. She is from Newfoundland. She clicked with me immediately, we went for late night strolls in each neighborhood to smoke with her friend. When we were on the overnight train, I was feeling homesick, and she sat in my bunk with me for a couple of hours, and talked with me. We really got to open up to one another. Unfortunately in the in, she ended up disappointing me.
Then we have Aaren, oh Aaren. He was quite possibly the only straight man who I've ever enjoyed their company. He's a freshman, and he was interested in broadening his horizons and understanding the gay culture, he even smoked a cigarette with me, so he earned points there. He let me do his brows too! On the last night, he was bragging about his body to me, and let me feel every muscle of his body. And let me tell you, he is so fucking sexy, I can't up it in words. YUM!
Samantha and Liz were from Newfoundland like Brittany. You'll hear more about them in the next blog. But these girls are so sweet, they danced on a table in a club in Italy with me, and even built a fort in their hotel room with me.
Last if Sebastien, but he's basically the whole theme of my next blog on ROMANCE.
Since I've already told you about Marilyn in the past, I don't see any point in elaborating on the ridiculously unhealthy amount of fun we had. I even told her mom (also my US History teacher), The Nark, what a queef was, and I didn't even offend her. Marilyn and I had a great time taking pictures in the shadows of Italy, and searching for dress shops. We gallivanted through a romantic park in Paris as if we were a couple and smoked a cigarette. She and I will always have one thing in common--disliking The Midwest due to it's boring landscape.
Next on the agenda would be Gretta. She and I bonded the whole time. She looks like she stepped straight out of Eastern Europe. We made fun of the world and endlessly called each other perfect. When we were in Italy, people who were selling faux leather jackets kept trying to sell them to her. I pretended to be her boyfriend to one guy, and he said, "I'll give you 2 free coats, and you'll be my girlfriend!" Another offered her 50% off. And we were joking about 100% off, another vendor offered her 150% off. They were going to pay her to take the fucking coat!
Third I have Brittany. She is from Newfoundland. She clicked with me immediately, we went for late night strolls in each neighborhood to smoke with her friend. When we were on the overnight train, I was feeling homesick, and she sat in my bunk with me for a couple of hours, and talked with me. We really got to open up to one another. Unfortunately in the in, she ended up disappointing me.
Then we have Aaren, oh Aaren. He was quite possibly the only straight man who I've ever enjoyed their company. He's a freshman, and he was interested in broadening his horizons and understanding the gay culture, he even smoked a cigarette with me, so he earned points there. He let me do his brows too! On the last night, he was bragging about his body to me, and let me feel every muscle of his body. And let me tell you, he is so fucking sexy, I can't up it in words. YUM!
Samantha and Liz were from Newfoundland like Brittany. You'll hear more about them in the next blog. But these girls are so sweet, they danced on a table in a club in Italy with me, and even built a fort in their hotel room with me.
Last if Sebastien, but he's basically the whole theme of my next blog on ROMANCE.
Thursday, April 22, 2010
Europe I
In a series of three blogs of my 10 day long trip to Europe, this is my first. This blog will discuss the literal experience.
When I went to the Airport, JFK, the reality really began to sit in. It felt as if all of these months of waiting and anticipating were really worth it. When we got to the airport I was informed that I could only have one luggage, there I combined both of mine into one. The seven hour flight, which was actually 12, due to flying 5 hours into the future had me itching with European fever.
We arrived in LHR, and it was beautiful, despite a 2 hour delay because we had to re-fuel, and there was a fire in the tower we were supposed to get off the plane at.
Once arriving in London, at LHR we went to our hotel to get situated. I set up the room and roomed with some strangers on out trip from North Carolina--Rat Boy and Neanderthal. I claimed a king size bed to myself, despite that I'm only a queen. We went to the most beautiful and neatest places in London. We had traditional food every night which was divine. Piccadilly Circus and Buckingham Palace (we even got to see the Changing of the guards!) had to be my favorite, but seeing Bid Bed, and the House of Parliament in person gave me chills when in their presence.
After 3 days in London, we went via Chunnell (the subway which goes under the English Channel) to Paris. We went straight to touring. It was perfect. It was everything I thought and dreamt it would be and more. We saw the Cathedral of Notre Dame, and there was this perfect garden to it's right if your facing the front. I had a cigarette there, and felt so at home. We saw the Eiffel Tower, went to La Louvre, and even went for a cruise on the Seine. Again, the food was out of this world. I roomed with people I knew this time, so I felt more comfortable in that sense.
Instead of a third night in Paris then leaving like we did in London, we took an overnight train to Italy. The train took us on a 7 hour voyage into yet another Time Zone. Upon arrival in Milan, we hopped on yet another train to get to Florence. There in the prettiest place thus far, we went to places too good for words. We also went to Assisi and it was the most romantic, out-of-a-movie place I'd ever been to. With St. Francis Basilica at it's geographical center, it was a sight to see. Thirdly, we saw Rome, the Colosseum, the ruins, the Trevi Fountain--the whole nine yards. I made a wish, and snuck in a cigarette too, suck on that! The Hotel in Florence was my favorite hands down though.
I looked like the missing piece of the puzzle in each city. Being there made me so happy, and despite that I did miss my family at one point, I would kill to go again. I won't forget a single second of this trip as long as I live.
When I went to the Airport, JFK, the reality really began to sit in. It felt as if all of these months of waiting and anticipating were really worth it. When we got to the airport I was informed that I could only have one luggage, there I combined both of mine into one. The seven hour flight, which was actually 12, due to flying 5 hours into the future had me itching with European fever.
We arrived in LHR, and it was beautiful, despite a 2 hour delay because we had to re-fuel, and there was a fire in the tower we were supposed to get off the plane at.
Once arriving in London, at LHR we went to our hotel to get situated. I set up the room and roomed with some strangers on out trip from North Carolina--Rat Boy and Neanderthal. I claimed a king size bed to myself, despite that I'm only a queen. We went to the most beautiful and neatest places in London. We had traditional food every night which was divine. Piccadilly Circus and Buckingham Palace (we even got to see the Changing of the guards!) had to be my favorite, but seeing Bid Bed, and the House of Parliament in person gave me chills when in their presence.
After 3 days in London, we went via Chunnell (the subway which goes under the English Channel) to Paris. We went straight to touring. It was perfect. It was everything I thought and dreamt it would be and more. We saw the Cathedral of Notre Dame, and there was this perfect garden to it's right if your facing the front. I had a cigarette there, and felt so at home. We saw the Eiffel Tower, went to La Louvre, and even went for a cruise on the Seine. Again, the food was out of this world. I roomed with people I knew this time, so I felt more comfortable in that sense.
Instead of a third night in Paris then leaving like we did in London, we took an overnight train to Italy. The train took us on a 7 hour voyage into yet another Time Zone. Upon arrival in Milan, we hopped on yet another train to get to Florence. There in the prettiest place thus far, we went to places too good for words. We also went to Assisi and it was the most romantic, out-of-a-movie place I'd ever been to. With St. Francis Basilica at it's geographical center, it was a sight to see. Thirdly, we saw Rome, the Colosseum, the ruins, the Trevi Fountain--the whole nine yards. I made a wish, and snuck in a cigarette too, suck on that! The Hotel in Florence was my favorite hands down though.
I looked like the missing piece of the puzzle in each city. Being there made me so happy, and despite that I did miss my family at one point, I would kill to go again. I won't forget a single second of this trip as long as I live.
Friday, March 26, 2010
Crue
For a few weeks now, when I'm on my break at work, I wonder the mall. I always make sure I can make my way into K-mart because of Crue, a beautiful, gorgeous man.
While Diane and I were walking the mall, we went to K-mart of make a purchase. I just wanted an XXX Vitamin Water. I made the mistake of pointing out my immense crush on Crue. She teased, and threatened to tell him, and ask his number for me. But I threatened her back effectively.
I went to the register to pay, and Diane and I were discussing him. The outspoken associate piped up and said, "Are you talking about someone who works here?" Diane immediately said no, but I admitted it to her. It seemed harmless.
I had grabbed her interest immediately. I didn't know his name, so I began to describe him. I said, the tall, tan, slender one by customer service. She asked about him by name, and I was curious, she told me his name was Crue. I was so happy to finally know his name. Diane begged the associate, who's name tag read Gene, to tell him. She giggled with the excitement she so rarely sees involving work.
I asked her, desperately, not to say a word. She told me she wouldn't. As Diane and I walked out I saw her talking to him, and him looking back. I felt like I ruined all chances with him, I woulds never be able to go to his checkout again.
Gene, I hope we may be able to become friends, you're really cool. And thanks for telling him for me because she taught me not to be afraid to open up. I just want to be more forward about all of my feelings and emotions.
Crue, I look forward to seeing your beautiful face during my break on Sunday.
While Diane and I were walking the mall, we went to K-mart of make a purchase. I just wanted an XXX Vitamin Water. I made the mistake of pointing out my immense crush on Crue. She teased, and threatened to tell him, and ask his number for me. But I threatened her back effectively.
I went to the register to pay, and Diane and I were discussing him. The outspoken associate piped up and said, "Are you talking about someone who works here?" Diane immediately said no, but I admitted it to her. It seemed harmless.
I had grabbed her interest immediately. I didn't know his name, so I began to describe him. I said, the tall, tan, slender one by customer service. She asked about him by name, and I was curious, she told me his name was Crue. I was so happy to finally know his name. Diane begged the associate, who's name tag read Gene, to tell him. She giggled with the excitement she so rarely sees involving work.
I asked her, desperately, not to say a word. She told me she wouldn't. As Diane and I walked out I saw her talking to him, and him looking back. I felt like I ruined all chances with him, I woulds never be able to go to his checkout again.
Gene, I hope we may be able to become friends, you're really cool. And thanks for telling him for me because she taught me not to be afraid to open up. I just want to be more forward about all of my feelings and emotions.
Crue, I look forward to seeing your beautiful face during my break on Sunday.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Inspiring Youth
In a time in my life where I feel as if I need a reality check, and I need to grow up, some kids that I met at work really helped me put some things into prospective.
Some days I contemplate just buying a decent pair of straight fit jeans, a dark colored t-shirt, and a plain pair of sneakers and wearing it every day. As the days go on, getting ready, shopping, and staying modern, seem to be a chore more than a good time.
Over the weekend at work, I was stationed in the kids department. I enjoy that department only because customers usually need assistance, so I don't get as lonely. A mother with a thick Spanish accent of some sort needed some help buying jeans for what seemed to be triplets. All three had their own unique personalities, and were equally outgoing for the most part, but I don't think their mother told them not to talk to strangers.
The boys were around 10, and I could tell they were just getting some say in what they wear. The mother had them try on some boot fit, because she thought the wash was nice. The one kid piped up and said he wanted skinny jeans, but I recommended the straight fit. I told their mother that since her children were so thin, they should probably get that since the boot fit would look like it didn't fit. I further recommended the slim straight, which she also went for. And I'm pretty sure her kids knew I was doing this just for them.
One of the kids asked me, "Do you really think the world will end in 2012?" while his mother spoke with me, I told him no, and his mother told him not to interrupt. As their mom was shopping, that same kid came over to me, and was all chill like, "So, what's up?" I want like um, my job? He asked me if I liked my job, and if I was in college, and where I go to school and such. The kid seemed to be fascinated with adult hood. His brothers came over and joined in on the conversation. It was awkward at first, but I felt less uncomfortable as time went on.
I think the kids thought I was cool, or at least interesting. It made me think that I'm fine the way I am, despite people suggesting tweaks to my look, or renovating it all together. Despite, my recent doubt, I am completely confident once again.
The kid left with saying, "Good luck with school, and whatever." You too bud!
Some days I contemplate just buying a decent pair of straight fit jeans, a dark colored t-shirt, and a plain pair of sneakers and wearing it every day. As the days go on, getting ready, shopping, and staying modern, seem to be a chore more than a good time.
Over the weekend at work, I was stationed in the kids department. I enjoy that department only because customers usually need assistance, so I don't get as lonely. A mother with a thick Spanish accent of some sort needed some help buying jeans for what seemed to be triplets. All three had their own unique personalities, and were equally outgoing for the most part, but I don't think their mother told them not to talk to strangers.
The boys were around 10, and I could tell they were just getting some say in what they wear. The mother had them try on some boot fit, because she thought the wash was nice. The one kid piped up and said he wanted skinny jeans, but I recommended the straight fit. I told their mother that since her children were so thin, they should probably get that since the boot fit would look like it didn't fit. I further recommended the slim straight, which she also went for. And I'm pretty sure her kids knew I was doing this just for them.
One of the kids asked me, "Do you really think the world will end in 2012?" while his mother spoke with me, I told him no, and his mother told him not to interrupt. As their mom was shopping, that same kid came over to me, and was all chill like, "So, what's up?" I want like um, my job? He asked me if I liked my job, and if I was in college, and where I go to school and such. The kid seemed to be fascinated with adult hood. His brothers came over and joined in on the conversation. It was awkward at first, but I felt less uncomfortable as time went on.
I think the kids thought I was cool, or at least interesting. It made me think that I'm fine the way I am, despite people suggesting tweaks to my look, or renovating it all together. Despite, my recent doubt, I am completely confident once again.
The kid left with saying, "Good luck with school, and whatever." You too bud!
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Oh, School
Last Friday grades closed for the 5-week progress report. Yesterday, teachers revealed grades to students.
I knew I was doing well in every class but Chemistry. I haven't don't a single assignment in these past 5-weeks. I knew I would be failing, but I didn't really give a shit because I knew I could turn the grade around. Well I found out that I have a 19--yes, that's out of 100.
I have never in my life failed a class on a report card, but failing on a progress report never gets back to colleges, THANK GOODNESS. I'm going to get a 91 on the report card. I did first quarter.
My teacher, who is the most outrageously ridiculous woman I've ever met, freaked out because so many people were failing. She was saying hot disappointed she was in us and blah blah blah. You're the teacher, clearly you're doing something wrong too.
Anyways, she loves a good joke, and instead of explaining the notes she prefers to tell us stories of her daughter's friend, and she stupid-ass husband. She flirts with Reg, the captain of the wrestling team, like it's her job. Reg and all of his friends make fun of her, and she tries to make fun back, and be cool. She's bizarre to begin with, with her over sized polo shirts, 80's do, black moccasins, and her speech impediment.
I'm just going to work, I needed a break that's all. I have a fool-proof strategy, so I don't really care. I'm going to be staying after school with my friend Marilyn a few days a week since her mom is making her.
"I know that I must pass this test, so just pull the trigger."
I knew I was doing well in every class but Chemistry. I haven't don't a single assignment in these past 5-weeks. I knew I would be failing, but I didn't really give a shit because I knew I could turn the grade around. Well I found out that I have a 19--yes, that's out of 100.
I have never in my life failed a class on a report card, but failing on a progress report never gets back to colleges, THANK GOODNESS. I'm going to get a 91 on the report card. I did first quarter.
My teacher, who is the most outrageously ridiculous woman I've ever met, freaked out because so many people were failing. She was saying hot disappointed she was in us and blah blah blah. You're the teacher, clearly you're doing something wrong too.
Anyways, she loves a good joke, and instead of explaining the notes she prefers to tell us stories of her daughter's friend, and she stupid-ass husband. She flirts with Reg, the captain of the wrestling team, like it's her job. Reg and all of his friends make fun of her, and she tries to make fun back, and be cool. She's bizarre to begin with, with her over sized polo shirts, 80's do, black moccasins, and her speech impediment.
I'm just going to work, I needed a break that's all. I have a fool-proof strategy, so I don't really care. I'm going to be staying after school with my friend Marilyn a few days a week since her mom is making her.
"I know that I must pass this test, so just pull the trigger."
Monday, March 1, 2010
Individuality
I think that every day that modern culture progresses, I see that people are trying harder and harder to express their individuality. The truth is that most of us aren't individuals.
I was on Facebook earlier today and saw that someone who's quite generic and joins fan pages often and strives to be like her popular peers joined a fan page called, "Don't ever compare me to her. I am ME." I just rolled my eyes and thought, maybe if you didn't wear a North Face, and American Eagle from head to toe, you wouldn't be compared to the 1,000's of others who do.
People get so hung up on their identity, and it's not defined by who you are, or what you post on your Facebook page. It's defined by how you dress, how you do your hair, how you walk, how much you weigh, who you hang out with, and what you do. You can argue that everyone has their quirks, and blah blah blah, but truth be told, their so subtle that noone sees them and noone really cares.
Supposedly we live in a classless society in the United States. Whadda joke, right?! Though it isn't clearly defined officially, we can see it everywhere. I see it at work, while I'm shopping, when I'm at school, and even in my own home. It's everywhere and we can't escape it.
I want to say I'm an individual, but I even know that I hardly am. But I'm gay, so it's a little unfair to the rest of you I guess. Boo hoo!
In sum, I'm tired of people who do the same thing as everyone else--complain about how though their life is, shopping at the same stores as everyone else, and copying things and saying you were "inspired." Just realize you aren't unique so you can get on with the rest of your life.
I was on Facebook earlier today and saw that someone who's quite generic and joins fan pages often and strives to be like her popular peers joined a fan page called, "Don't ever compare me to her. I am ME." I just rolled my eyes and thought, maybe if you didn't wear a North Face, and American Eagle from head to toe, you wouldn't be compared to the 1,000's of others who do.
People get so hung up on their identity, and it's not defined by who you are, or what you post on your Facebook page. It's defined by how you dress, how you do your hair, how you walk, how much you weigh, who you hang out with, and what you do. You can argue that everyone has their quirks, and blah blah blah, but truth be told, their so subtle that noone sees them and noone really cares.
Supposedly we live in a classless society in the United States. Whadda joke, right?! Though it isn't clearly defined officially, we can see it everywhere. I see it at work, while I'm shopping, when I'm at school, and even in my own home. It's everywhere and we can't escape it.
I want to say I'm an individual, but I even know that I hardly am. But I'm gay, so it's a little unfair to the rest of you I guess. Boo hoo!
In sum, I'm tired of people who do the same thing as everyone else--complain about how though their life is, shopping at the same stores as everyone else, and copying things and saying you were "inspired." Just realize you aren't unique so you can get on with the rest of your life.
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