Last night after work I was a witness for Troy and Tom. They were signing their living wills, entrusting basically their lives to each other.
It’s funny, I can’t picture myself in that position at all in my life right now. People say “when you meet the one, you’ll know it” but I find that distasteful. I can’t imagine I’ll meet “the one” and know it instantly.
My life is a wonderfully complex mix of friends, family, and the millions of jobs I enjoy. If I had to prioritize the things in my life, the list would look like this:
1. Family – they take priority over anything and anyone else.
2. Cats – they take priority over everyone who isn’t part of my family.
3. Work – a boy has to have a place to sleep each night, and you need money for that.
4. Friends – I am blessed to have a wonderful circle of male friends whom I’ve never even considered sleeping with. Ask most gayboys about their best friends, and chances are they’ve had sex with more than one. Disgusting.
The last relationship I was in was with a guy named Eric. One of the biggest reasons we broke up was because I was #1 his list (or at least that’s what he said), and he was #5 on mine. My independence (not sexual mind you) is something I hold onto with a tight grip, and he knew it. Try as he did, he couldn’t inch any higher on my list. Primarily because I didn’t trust him. In the end, my gut feeling was 100% correct.
The last time I spoke at length with him about anything of meaning, he abused the information I trusted him with. Serves me right. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.
It makes me wonder if the people who feel like thet have met “the one” are actually speaking numerically. Did they meet this person and put them at the top of their list instantly? And if so, how exactly do you do that? How do you trust a stranger?
It’s a mystery to me.