Here’s A Kleenex: The Saga Of A Str8 Chick
Photo Belongs to Colleen M Krupa
The following was Written by Marvelous Mo for BlogXilla.com
I don’t have a best friend. I mean, I currently have a friend who has been pretty real and upfront with me that I constitute as being a BETTER friend than the majority of the ones I’ve had. I have no idea how guys handle their friendships or whatever, but girls are from a different planet. Us women share cloths & make-up, we walk arm-and-arm in the street, we’re extra emo with each other, we ditch each other when we have a boyfriend then come back when the relationship goes sour, we change cloths in front of each other like it’s normal and the whole 9 yards. Tell me I’m lying? Well, I USED to be that way. Once upon a time ago, I used to be a girly girl doing most of that crap and some situations shook my boots to make me a “keep you at arms length” type of gal.
I remember in high school I had a “best friend” and we hung out a lot after school. I never thought it was odd to change from my jeans into my pajamas in front of her when her mom invited me over to spend the night or to ask her to help me find a lipstick my corny ass would look good in. I never felt uncomfortable when she did my mascara or when I talked about my boy issues. Never felt weird when she wanted to touch my hair whenever it got done. It was a little weird when she got graphic about her sexual encounters, though. I thought I was being considerate listening to her since she listens to my crap about how in love I was with my now ex-boyfriend. I never noticed her staring a little too long at me when I changed my cloths or her getting too close to put on my mascara. I didn’t notice any hints she dropped when she talked about her sexual encounters. I was (and still am to an extent) a “take it how it is” type of chick. She was my friend. I was her love interest. I had no idea until she called me up one day years later into our friendship and confessed she was bisexual. Who am I to discriminate people for their sexual orientation? Her business was her business, so I told her I didn’t care. THEN, once that hurdle went ok she went on to confess her love for me and I was looking hella confused. Homegirl got the axe. I mostly felt violated and STUPID for trusting someone that much. It was quite embarrassing.
A few years prior to that I made a friend in summer school. We had the same chemistry class together and found that we took the same route home. Looking back at our, um, “friendship” I noticed the hints and the signs that shorty was trying to get in my panties. You know, getting mad if I don’t call her or stay on the phone with her, cock blocking (her handsome ass friend wanted to date me and she told him I thought he was ugly. SMH), discussing every detail about her sexual encounters and so forth. She started pissing me off and I found her to be too weird for my liking and I gave her the axe. At 15 years old, I was still a virgin and was more focused on defeating the street light curfew than sex or stuff of that nature. I didn’t realize this chick was trying to bone me until I was 19 or 20 discussing this situation with someone wiser than me.
First and foremost, I have NOTHING against the gay community. I support gay marriage! However, I have EVERYTHING against closet homosexuals, though. Those friendships ruined my impression on what a friendship with females should consist of. To this day, I’m not the “lets hug because you’re sad and need a friend” type of chick. I’m more of a “Here’s a kleenex. Good luck with your problem” type of chick. Even now that I’m in my mid twenties, I still don’t catch on to when a chick is just a nice person or when she’s hitting on me. I’m fucking stupid. lol On a personal level, I know I’m not the only one who has dealt with that, so If you’re a victim of this how are your relationships with friends now? If you’re the friend secretly crushing over your homegirl, what is going through your mind? Most importantly, I NEED ADVICE on how to notice signs & how to handle these types of chicks. I mean, lets face it: EVERYONE IS TURNING BI/LES/GAY THESE DAYS. You knever know what the hell you’re getting into when you meet someone!
