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IN THE WEE SMALL HOURS
10:30 P.M.
"What's your problem?" he demands, getting right to the point,
Dammit! I'm not in the mood for this right now. I'm tired.
I
"I don't know what you're talking about," I answer, a bit
"You know damn well what I'm talking about," he responds.
"Just forget it, okay, Frohike?" I say, tugging on my bedtime
He shrugs and slips his hands into the front pockets of his
Like he had to remind me. "Look, I said forget it, all right?"
"Or was it having to crawl up through that Porta-John? Cause I know that wasn't a walk in the park, but. . .." Now I'm done being nice. "What part of 'just forget it' don't
"You're still pissed about me pulling the plug on that video
It's quite obvious he's not going to leave until I tell him, so I
He lets out a sigh, and a laugh. "Man, is THAT all? I thought
"Is THAT all?" I spit back, incredulously. "Jesus, Frohike, you can be so clueless! I told you that in strictest confidence." "No, you told me that after too many Zimas," he corrects me. "Oh, and that gives you the right to blab it to the whole world?" "It wasn't the whole world," he counters. "It was ONLY Jimmy." "Yeah, and I'm sure he's told Byers by now, and heaven only knows how many other people." He put up his hands in surrender. "Hey, I didn't know it was
"No, you only humiliated me in front of one of the guys. Do you have any idea how much shit I'm gonna get from him on this one?" "Pppttthh, right. Like *JIMMY* gets laid on a regular basis," he retorts. "I'm just glad Yves wasn't around when you said it--she'd have never let me live it down." "Well, as long as we deactivated all the bugs that she planted
Fuck! I had forgotten about those. This was getting even more depressing. "Look, I said just forget it. . .*I'm* trying to. Now, if you'd please leave, I want to get ready for bed." But instead of leaving, he just sits there staring at me, with
I just shrug and look away. "Yeah, well. . .there's a lot you
"You know, if it's that much of a big deal, I can probably help
Something niggling tells me I don't want to know what he means by that statement. "What are you blathering about?" "Well, I know some 'accommodating' ladies in town. I'm sure we can find one that will fit the bill and voila--instant non-virgin!" he announces, proudly. I can't help rolling my eyes. "Accommodating? You mean hookers, right?" "The term is elite female escorts," he enlightens me. "Whatever you call them. . .I'm not interested." "C'mon, Ringo--what's the problem? Some of them are real nice girls." "That's not the point, Frohike. I'm not interested in girls. . .
"You just haven't met the right one yet," he insists. My patience is now at an end. "Let me spell it out for you,
"Langly! What the hell is with all the sports talk all of a
"Dammit, Mel! I'm queer as $3.00 bill. Is THAT clear enough for you?" The look is precious--the fact that it shuts him up even better. "Huh?" he finally manages to blurt out. "Read my lips, bright boy. . .I'm HO-MO-SEX-U-AL," I enunciate slowly. DING! The little light bulb comes on. "You mean you're.
. ?"
"What was I supposed to say? Hey, John, Mel--guess what? I like to parallel park on the wrong side of the street?" "Langly, where the HELL are you getting these expressions?" he asks, exasperated. I wave him off. "I have a lot of time on my hands." "But, well. . .how do you know you're. . .you know. . .?" he
"Gay?" I finish. "Yeah. How do you know if you've never. . .you know, if you're still a virgin?" "Duh!? How did YOU know you were straight until you slept with a girl? I just KNOW, all right?" I sit down beside him, and crack my knuckles. . .a bad habit I have when I'm nervous. Like now. I can't believe I just said it out loud. I've never told anyone
Could my week get any worse? "Well, maybe you just THINK you're gay because you've never. . .*you know*. . . with a girl," Frohike rationalizes. "Maybe I've never. . .*you know*. . .BECAUSE I'm gay," I state, logically. "I mean, face facts. Where the hell is a gay geek like me gonna find a date?" Mel suddenly stands up and starts pacing around my cluttered
"Oh GOD, Frohike! I don't want my first time to be with some total stranger I have to pay to sleep with me!" "Sorry. Didn't mean to offend. But you were just saying
you
"A date! Not a hustler! I want my first time to be with someone special, someone I'm crazy about. Someone like. . ." I stop, before I say too much. But apparently I already have. "Like. . .? You have someone in mind?" he asks, curiously. My thoughts drift for a moment, and I could see him vividly in my mind's
eye, just like the first time I noticed him. He was so
"Really? Who is it?" I shake my head in the negative. "It's not important. 'Sides, he doesn't even know I exist," I mutter, sadly. He sits back down on the bed beside me. "Well, THAT'S not good." "Gee, you're just filled with riveting insights tonight, ain'tcha?" I observe, snottily. "There's no need to get snippy," he retaliates. "I'm just trying
I feel my shoulders slump. "I know, Mel. I'm sorry. It's
just... don't even bother. There's no help for me. He's totally
out
"You don't know that until you tell him." I don't need a mirror to know the look I shoot him could kill.
"Well, how else is he going to know how you feel? You've GOT to tell him." "I don't GOT to do anything," I remind him. "So you're just gonna sit there and be miserable, instead of
I let go with a deep sigh, "You don't understand, Frohike." "Don't be so sure," he states, confidently. "I mean, I've been
"You don't HAVE to. If she doesn't know you're hot for her by
now, then she's not as bright as we all think she is." But he
"Okay, so what do I do?" "Well, honesty is always the best policy. Just tell him." I was afraid he was going to say that. "But. . .what if he hates
He slings his arm around my shoulder. "Kid, if someone had a
"Think so?" I ask, hopefully. "You never know. Maybe he's been waiting for you to say
"I don't know, Frohike. . ." I stall. He squeezes my shoulder in a friendly hug. "What have you got to lose?" Giving another quick squeeze, he stands up and leaves. What do I have to lose indeed? Maybe Mel was right about my guy. I mean, I've never seen him out with any women. Or men, for that matter. He seems to live almost like a hermit. Maybe he IS waiting for someone to make the first move. Before I lose my nerve, I strip out of the rest of my dirty
Tonight is gonna be the night!
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