Grey

on friday night i met a guy.

ok, right now im sure i can hear all my lesbian friends screaming at me. but that, dear friends, is the price you pay for the life of a bisexual, you are subject to unexpected moments when your heart (and in this case just the heart) is touched by that a member of that disgusting gender that we call "male".

although, like the kind i met, there is a sub-division of this breed known as 'the nice guy' evolution... but of course this is an endangered species.

anyway, on to my story.

after participating in the ritualistic practice of drinking at the pub after a stunning perfomance of Cuckoo's Nest, i thought it best to rest in my car awhile before driving the short way home.

it was a freezing cold night, and whilst laying with my seat back - in danger of falling asleep and waking to people parking beside me coming to the next day's matinee - i heard someone walk past my car, stop, then come back.

i opened my eyes, and a guy about my age gave a little uncertain wave, introduced himself as Josh and asked if I was ok. I told him yes thankyou, and that i was just resting cos I was tired... I opened the window a little and shook his offered hand. then it struck me that it was about 2:30am, and I asked him "what about you? what're you doing just walkin around at this time of night?".

we got to talkin a little and after picking up no negative nor dangerous vibe from him whatsoever, i cleared space for him on the passenger seat and opened the door for him.

until 5 in the morning we talked. he had had a very rough night with his ex-girlfriend and there was a huge argument. hence he was doing the typical scorpio trait of walking and mulling to vent his pain and frustration.

a scorpio like me, his birthday is 3 weeks after mine, and after i told him that i'll be 21 in about 2 weeks, he asked very shyly is he could give me a kiss on the cheek for my birthday.

i let him. he said he liked my perfume. i let him smell the collar of my OPUS shirt. he told me that he closed his eyes when he did it so that he wouldnt be looking down my top. he shuffled in his chair and apologise the movement had momentarily brought him too close to me. i laughed and ruffled his hair.

i couldnt help but be touched by him. he told me his story, and was amazed, when he looked over, to discover that there i was, actually listening to him. there was so much pain and gentleness radiating from him, i found it so hard to believe that someone could treat him so badly.

by the time the sun was threatening to show its first rays in the east, the sky turning a pearly navy, he had cheered up remarkably and was evidently mystified that anyone could have shown him such kindness, let alone a complete stranger.

he was happier. and it made me feel good too to see the effect i had had on another person in a positive way. we both went away from the contact feeling better.

things really do happen for a reason.

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