Before I start, let me clarify something. I'm only in the eighth grade, and I realize how completely low-on-the-totem-pole it is. I know I'm young, and that, for the most part, my life in middle school probably won't matter that much. I also realize that, when it comes to the more undiluted adult-oriented topics, that if I take myself too seriously, I look like an idiot. I really do. We really do, that is: I've seen some of my peers.
Therefore, if I start sounding like an idiot, you're allowed to ignore me.
So I've always found females easier to get along with, relax around, make my jokes understood with, etc., right? Right. I think it's that way with most gay guys.
And last year, our school got a new student, one with a british accent and a vocabulary to match my own.
Actually, pretty much everything to match my own. Like my double got a sex change.
This year we got put in the same class. With my natural disposition for girl (space) friends, we were talking in jokes within a week.
But now, or so I hear through the female gossip-line, she was asking. About me. Like, if I liked somebody.
*Winces, waiting for you to ignore me*
After an arduous runaround of an interrogation that could've been "20 questions" from hell, I discovered this: that her interest wasn't for blackmailing purposes. She wanted to know if I was interested. In her.
Well, it wasn't actually said per se; it was implied with the subtlety of an cheaply done infomercial.
Is this my fault for seeming too close, and now she wants to know so she can beat me away? Or is it because she likes...me....?
And if she does, how could I ever tell her that, well, you know...
She's really not my type.