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I think I may have inadvertently turned one of my best friends gay.
This is someone I had been friends with since we were about 4 years old. During high school, he started dating this chick I absolutely loved, whom I had accidentally fallen into the "friend zone" with. So I concocted a brilliant scheme, actually, it kind of fell into place bit by bit, wherein I convinced him that she really wanted to just fuck him (she was a virgin at the time), not really date him, and that she wasn't really someone he wanted to do more with than just fuck. I completely made up shit and told him that she had said it to me.
So basically, long story short, he originally entered the relationship with good intentions (he's a good guy), but after they had gone out on maybe one date, I talked to him on the phone while she was secretly listening on the other end, and baited him into saying something like, I just want to fuck this girl already and be done with it. Of course I played the good guy on that call, unlike what I had been saying when talking to him privately. Her jaw dropped, and that was that. I ended up being the first to nail her. Two years later he was out of the closet and a bartender in a gay bar in Canada.
I still kind of feel bad about it, but, maybe not as much as I should. I mean, this girl was KILLER hot, and I had been working on hitting it for like two years. He never should have gone for her in the first place. Victory was fucking sweat, more than a decade later I still use the memory of fucking her to whack it.
What's the old saying, "you fuck with the bull, you get the horns."
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