once upon a time there was a girl.
a straight girl.
she was beautiful, and had me wrapped under a spell with her baby-blue eyes and her loving touches. she and i were very close friends, the "typical girl sleepovers" we had consisted of hours lying on top of each other with her tongue tracing over my fingers, and my hands running up and down her sides.
nothing came of this. no kisses. nothing. it was strange.
so, one day, i pointed out the obvious, that our physical relationship uh, exsisted. she took it as meaning that we were "comfortable together" and nothing more. she saw no potential for something beyond friendship. she didn't understand my tears, and i was crying too hard to explain them.
thus, the beginning of life without straight girl began.
(currently waiting for life with cute not-straight girl to begin... unfortunatly, i haven't found her yet...)