kissthesky88
On the Prowl
beware. long post, lots of unnecessary details. sue me.
so this isn't the first guy i've dated; not by a long shot, but the guy i'm seeing currently is the only guy i've ever wanted to openly date (as i've only been out since the spring).
i've known zach (i'll call him by his real name, since he goes by his middle name anyways) for a really long time. we went to the same high school, live in the same development, attend the same country club, his parents are friends with my parents, etc. but i've never been close to him. never really wanted to be, i've always had my own friends and he's always had his and neither of our circles have never seemed to mix (he's a year older than me and graduated high school a year early so i've hardly seen him in the last four years even though he lives a quarter mile away). never thought he was gay, or bi or anything. never heard of him dating anyone or getting tail but like i said, really never cared so never gave it much thought. ANYWAYS, so after i came out a couple of months ago, i recently starting seeing him a lot of places. random places; grocery store, at the gym, crossing paths with me while out jogging, each time becoming more and more... smitten with him. the event that started this whole thing was when my two best friends, brother and i went to game 2 of the nba finals in early june at the staples center (go lakers!) and he coincidentally bought the ticket to the seat *directly* behind me.
we started talking and he proposed we should start jogging together, so we did. we went on like 5 runs 5 days in a row, every time thinking it was a completely platonic thing but still hoping i'd catch even a bleep on my gaydar, but i never did. on the 6th day he showed up at my door for another (unscheduled) run but i had woke up with a hangover so i apologized and sent him home. twenty minutes later, he showed up again, this time with a bong in his hand (to "take my hangover away"). he ended up leaving his bong at my house (he confessed to me later that it wasn't an accident). later that same day/night at like 1 in the morning, i'm already in bed and asleep when i get a call from him saying he's on my porch and wants his bong back. i took it down with me and went outside to discover he was really drunk and sweaty (he had ran over from his house), so i offered to give him a ride home. instead, he snatched the bong out of my hand and ran away, so i go back to my room. 5 mins later, i hear a big splash coming from outside, i look out the window, and it's zach... swimming in my pool. i go outside (pretty pissed, mind you) and asked him wtf he was doing, while he tried to convince me to get in. i said no and told him to get the fuck out, but he refused. realizing that this guy had been to my house 4 different times in less than one day and none of them were announced or planned, i was just like "k whatever, enjoy your swim, i'm going to bed, turning off my phone, locking all the doors and windows and setting the alarm. goodnight", but as i walked away, he got out of the pool, sprinted towards me, picked me up and threw us back in the pool. holy crap i was pissed. i had just started to yell at him when he swam up and kissed me. we ended up going through all the bases and scoring a home run in less than half an hour, right there on the side of my pool.
he stayed over (first time i've let a guy or girl do so at my parents house), we had the-morning-after-sex and then, of course, the proverbial awkward-talk-after-the-morning-after-sex. he told me he was bi, not out to anyone at all and that he wanted me and him to be exclusive. so now we are. but here is where all the *real* problems began:
post is getting a little long so i guess i'll stop. advice greatly appreciated, shouldn't have to say this but please, if you don't have something nice to say, this is an internet forum and nobody's forcing you.
so this isn't the first guy i've dated; not by a long shot, but the guy i'm seeing currently is the only guy i've ever wanted to openly date (as i've only been out since the spring).
i've known zach (i'll call him by his real name, since he goes by his middle name anyways) for a really long time. we went to the same high school, live in the same development, attend the same country club, his parents are friends with my parents, etc. but i've never been close to him. never really wanted to be, i've always had my own friends and he's always had his and neither of our circles have never seemed to mix (he's a year older than me and graduated high school a year early so i've hardly seen him in the last four years even though he lives a quarter mile away). never thought he was gay, or bi or anything. never heard of him dating anyone or getting tail but like i said, really never cared so never gave it much thought. ANYWAYS, so after i came out a couple of months ago, i recently starting seeing him a lot of places. random places; grocery store, at the gym, crossing paths with me while out jogging, each time becoming more and more... smitten with him. the event that started this whole thing was when my two best friends, brother and i went to game 2 of the nba finals in early june at the staples center (go lakers!) and he coincidentally bought the ticket to the seat *directly* behind me.
we started talking and he proposed we should start jogging together, so we did. we went on like 5 runs 5 days in a row, every time thinking it was a completely platonic thing but still hoping i'd catch even a bleep on my gaydar, but i never did. on the 6th day he showed up at my door for another (unscheduled) run but i had woke up with a hangover so i apologized and sent him home. twenty minutes later, he showed up again, this time with a bong in his hand (to "take my hangover away"). he ended up leaving his bong at my house (he confessed to me later that it wasn't an accident). later that same day/night at like 1 in the morning, i'm already in bed and asleep when i get a call from him saying he's on my porch and wants his bong back. i took it down with me and went outside to discover he was really drunk and sweaty (he had ran over from his house), so i offered to give him a ride home. instead, he snatched the bong out of my hand and ran away, so i go back to my room. 5 mins later, i hear a big splash coming from outside, i look out the window, and it's zach... swimming in my pool. i go outside (pretty pissed, mind you) and asked him wtf he was doing, while he tried to convince me to get in. i said no and told him to get the fuck out, but he refused. realizing that this guy had been to my house 4 different times in less than one day and none of them were announced or planned, i was just like "k whatever, enjoy your swim, i'm going to bed, turning off my phone, locking all the doors and windows and setting the alarm. goodnight", but as i walked away, he got out of the pool, sprinted towards me, picked me up and threw us back in the pool. holy crap i was pissed. i had just started to yell at him when he swam up and kissed me. we ended up going through all the bases and scoring a home run in less than half an hour, right there on the side of my pool.
he stayed over (first time i've let a guy or girl do so at my parents house), we had the-morning-after-sex and then, of course, the proverbial awkward-talk-after-the-morning-after-sex. he told me he was bi, not out to anyone at all and that he wanted me and him to be exclusive. so now we are. but here is where all the *real* problems began:
- having just come out and associating with a male-heterosexual majority group of friends, i wanted to begin transitioning that side of myself towards them. i want my friends to know who i'm dating, to actually see me with another guy, maybe even become friends with my boyfriend. something or anything to have them begin adjusting to the fact that i am actually, for real, this-is-not-just-a-phase gay. i know they know i'm gay now 'cause, duh, i came out to them; but i think it'll still be incredibly awkward for them to accept seeing me "be gay" with their own eyes at first, so now that i have a boyfriend whom most of them know already and who none of them thought liked guys either, i want the growing pains to fucking start so i can just get them over with, ya know? plus i really like him so it's sad i can't show him off to anyone.
- since officially getting together, i've had him hang out with my friends on several occasions. i've got a pretty close-knit group of friends and we're all very opinionated people, so they've let me know exactly what they think of him. they really don't like him. he almost got into a fight with one of my closest friends over a beer last night so now i can never bring him over there anymore. they think he's rude and obnoxious and stupid. because he's in the closet, they think he's just one of my random friends who i hang out with occasionally, but have also seemed to catch the underlying tension that exists between him and i, so they've begun teasing me. now i'm not just their gay friend, i'm their stereotypical gay friend who crushes on straight guys, but not just any straight guys, "conceited loser alcoholics who fucking suck". and yes that's a real quote of what my friend said of him.
- when i brought up the subject of coming out, he very nonchalantly said he didn't wanna discuss it with me at all. he didn't want to talk about mine, nor his absence of one because "he's never planning to". he said i can't tell anyone about us including my friends or parents, but i can't date anyone else. if i do either then we're through. i never explicitly asked but i'm assuming p.d.a is completely out of the question too.
post is getting a little long so i guess i'll stop. advice greatly appreciated, shouldn't have to say this but please, if you don't have something nice to say, this is an internet forum and nobody's forcing you.

















