A few years ago I was out at a local
nightclub for "Goth Night", (which consisted of a few cool people
and a herd of redneck college jerks who came to gawk at the
weird-folk), anyway pickings were slim and I happened to spot a
pretty cute fellow with 2 different colored eyes and lots of
fishnet. Now keep in mind that I actually like that sort of
thing. We started talking and discovered that we had mutual
friends in the scene and that gave us a way to get to know one
another. After a few minutes I asked if he wanted a drink, yes
girls do buy guys drinks too! He replied that he didn't drink
alcohol but would take a soda. I thought that was cool and we
proceeded to get to know one another. At the end of the night
(morning) we goths had to get in our coffins before the sun came
out, ok we had to go to work, anyway we parted ways and exchanged
numbers. We saw each other or talked on the phone daily and all
seemed great. he was a gentleman and didn't try to get into my
pants right away. Well after 2 weeks I started to wonder if he
was going to so I took it upon myself to make the first move
thinking he might be shy. After a bit of help from Mr. Maker's
Mark I proceeded to just toss clothes off while we are sitting on
the couch watching TV. He seems shocked but goes with it. Things
move to the bedroom and I rip his clothes off and just as I think
"Here we go" he pushes me off of the bed and starts screeching
"What are we doing here?" I say "What did you think we were
doing?" He is curled up in a ball on the bed, naked, and starts
to cry. I am so confused at this point and I ask if he's ok. He
says "Really, what are we doing here?" Then he starts rambling on
about sex and knowing someone and diseases and such. I decide I
need a smoke so I walk out of the room to get my cigs. He yells
"Don't walk out on me Carrie?" I say back "My name is Kelly you
jackass!" He starts wailing about that all the while crying. I
come back and he's on the floor, face down, knees tucked under him
bawling like a baby. I crawl into bed, pull the covers up high
and proceed to have my smoke. He comes over, turns on my lamp and
stares at my face, still crying mind you, saying shit like "I wish
I was where you are" and "How did you get there"? I all the while
was wishing I was somewhere else. He sits down, grabs my hand and
I ask him "Are you schizophrenic?" He starts crying harder! Then
after wiping his nose on his arm proceeds to tell me that he was
institutionalized at the age of 16, was on an experimental drug
while in there, was raped by a man who was counseling him in
there, is a recovering alcoholic & coke addict, and was a drag
queen when he was confused about which sex he was interested in.
I waited a few seconds for him to calm down and asked him politely
to leave. He left screaming about how he'd fucked up and wanted a
second chance. I said leave and we will talk about it another
day. He still tells our friends that he chose to stop seeing me
because we just didn't click. That's fine with me! And my
friends ask why I don't date..........
