Old Friends
As I was saying, my hopes of becoming a morning person have been consistently dashed against the bed post. The warm feeling under the sheets and fluffy pillows are something that I just can’t seem to give up at 5am.
This weekend an old friend of ours was in town. She had moved back to Hong Kong about two and half years back to take care of her parents who were undergoing medical procedures and her brothers back home were not being of much help to them. She herself seemed to be doing well. She was here for a conference in Chicago and decided to come up here to say hi to us folks.
She was staying the night in my place on Sunday and I gave her a free run of the town in my car on monday. After I picked up her up from the bus station, we went to her favourite Laotian restaurant in town. She didn’t even have to order since TheRock and I knew her favourite dish and we still remembered it. We all went out for drinks on Sunday night after dinner.
We came back home and we talked till 2am. She told me that now that I had come out, I wasn’t uptight anymore and that I looked really free and happy and talked without any reservations. She described me from before as someone who was always alone in the middle of a crowd. Someone who didnt drink alcohol and someone who had something to hide and felt guilty. I wasnt any of that anymore. We talked about the last two years and all the changes that I have done in my life. I told her that I remember her being the first person to take me to a gay club. One of the small things that eventually precipitated into something huge.
She in turned revealed to me the secret that the first person she fell in love in fact was a woman. I told her that I had always known that she had a certain tendency and she simply smiled. She told me that she had never spoken to anyone else about being in love with a woman. “First love”, she sighed. She said that she would like to come back to the US eventually and settle down here again, but she corrected herself as she realised that that was probably never going to happen.
We turned our chat to a more gossipy mode and talked about another guy in the old gang who we both knew was totally gay and had just gotten married. I guess he just doesnt know it yet is all we could say and we smiled.
The next day I took her to work so she can meet all the others she knew. By the end of the day I dropped her off at the bus station and she was gone.
This weekend an old friend of ours was in town. She had moved back to Hong Kong about two and half years back to take care of her parents who were undergoing medical procedures and her brothers back home were not being of much help to them. She herself seemed to be doing well. She was here for a conference in Chicago and decided to come up here to say hi to us folks.
She was staying the night in my place on Sunday and I gave her a free run of the town in my car on monday. After I picked up her up from the bus station, we went to her favourite Laotian restaurant in town. She didn’t even have to order since TheRock and I knew her favourite dish and we still remembered it. We all went out for drinks on Sunday night after dinner.
We came back home and we talked till 2am. She told me that now that I had come out, I wasn’t uptight anymore and that I looked really free and happy and talked without any reservations. She described me from before as someone who was always alone in the middle of a crowd. Someone who didnt drink alcohol and someone who had something to hide and felt guilty. I wasnt any of that anymore. We talked about the last two years and all the changes that I have done in my life. I told her that I remember her being the first person to take me to a gay club. One of the small things that eventually precipitated into something huge.
She in turned revealed to me the secret that the first person she fell in love in fact was a woman. I told her that I had always known that she had a certain tendency and she simply smiled. She told me that she had never spoken to anyone else about being in love with a woman. “First love”, she sighed. She said that she would like to come back to the US eventually and settle down here again, but she corrected herself as she realised that that was probably never going to happen.
We turned our chat to a more gossipy mode and talked about another guy in the old gang who we both knew was totally gay and had just gotten married. I guess he just doesnt know it yet is all we could say and we smiled.
The next day I took her to work so she can meet all the others she knew. By the end of the day I dropped her off at the bus station and she was gone.
posted by Dunce Happy at 2:52 PM
1 Comments:
naaaa.. the early morning syndrome is MUCh overrated! ;-) nice chat sessioon with frnd, i can c. o, and the movie u reviewed in de earlier post seems sweet.
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