I went on another date with the woman who is “figuring things
out” (see this post to get caught up). She had told me on our first date that
she told a few of her friends about her attraction toward women. When we were
talking about some of her friends on the second date, I asked her, “Are those
the friends you came out to?”
She freaked. She got SUPER defensive and was like,
“No. I haven’t come out to anyone because I’m not— I’m not— there isn’t
anything to come out about, because I’m not—”
Me: Oh, right. Of course. I meant to say are those the
friends you talked to about this. I didn’t mean to say anything about—
Her: Well, there’s nothing to come out about because I’m
figuring it out, but I’m not a—
Me:
I felt pretty icky after this date. First, she made it sound
like lesbianism was a disease. It had clearly taken me as its victim, but there was still hope for her. Second, she was SO defensive about not being a
lesbian that I felt like I needed to say: “You know I’m a lesbian, right? Did you want to get out of here so
people don’t associate me with you? I don’t think lezzie is contagious, but why
take any chances?” <- Obviously, I said this in
my head.
Whether she’s gay or not, I don’t think I’ll see her again for
one reason: She’s so inconsiderate of other peoples’ feelings.
Internalized homophobia? I can deal with it. I have PLENTY of my own. Not
understanding your sexuality? Fine. If you’re into me, I’m sure we can work
through it together. But telling a self-identified lesbian, “Woah, woah! I’m
not a— you know, one of THOSE!” I just can’t deal with that.
I get not wanting to be gay. I get wishing you were straight. I even think if she had apologized or recognized her insensitivity, I would have moved on. But, come on! After I apologized for upsetting her, she defensively said, “That’s really all I want to talk about that, so let’s just talk about something else.” She seemed angry and was totally oblivious about how she had hurt my feelings. I felt like shit. A pile of lesbian shit, which is apparently worse than regular shit.
I get not wanting to be gay. I get wishing you were straight. I even think if she had apologized or recognized her insensitivity, I would have moved on. But, come on! After I apologized for upsetting her, she defensively said, “That’s really all I want to talk about that, so let’s just talk about something else.” She seemed angry and was totally oblivious about how she had hurt my feelings. I felt like shit. A pile of lesbian shit, which is apparently worse than regular shit.
Pro Tip: Date women who also want to date women. #reasonsimsingle
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