And it all began...Part III
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
My first year of college was total chaos. I partied like it was my last days on earth before meeting the devil for a lust fest. I met Turkish around the end of my first semester. She was one of the prettiest girls I have ever met. Long flowing dark hair with very deep olive –green eyes, her skin so soft and with a touch of caramel – a rich Turkish Mediterranean color with an alluring body dressed very hipster-ish/trendy. She had an infectious smile and great laugh, which were to die for.
Turkish and I met at one of the local college bars down in the East Village. I noticed her staring at me and since I was young, drunk and ballsy I marched right up to her and said:
“I know you are interested, I’m interested.”
And she replied, “I know.”
The Turkish took my hand and lead it to her neck, which forced me to caress her cheek, and we kissed.
And kissed more and more…
Just writing this makes me quiver. See, that was Turkish. She was beautiful and super sexual but not a lesbian. It didn’t bother me too much since I wasn’t too much into the gay scene anyway – how can someone say that they are gay and hooking up with guys. It wasn’t right for me. Especially when I was in the stage where I was discovering myself. I knew I was gay but I didn’t know until I replayed all the memory videos in my head – the Barbie situation, the best friend and the touching, how I felt when I saw a girl. It all added up at that point. Accepting myself was a different story.
I went home one weekend, and when I came back to school, everyone knew who I was. It was fine because I didn’t have to deal with saying “I’m a lesbian” – people knew.
My second semester was a new beginning, Turkish had left the country to study at Oxford and I stayed in NY. Since everyone knew I was a little lezie, all the girls had the occasion to experiment with me. I became the big dyke on campus. I was okay with that, since I didn’t make any commitments with anyone.
My weeknights and my weekends were spent boozing – don’t ask how I managed to graduate. But there was one night when I really didn’t want to go off campus. All I really wanted to do was stay in and I read a flyer about talent show on campus. It was far more interesting to me than going out to a college dive bar.
Before I go on, I should state that I'm a creature of habit in many ways. Despite my intense wanderlust for far off places and my tendency to become involved with glamorous yet troubled women, I like a certain bit of stability in my routine. Boozing was habitual, but it wasn’t something I couldn’t live without. My friends didn’t understand that.
It was right after my tennis practice, I rushed to my room, dropped my gym bag and headed straight to the auditorium.
That night I heard the most amazing voice and for the first time I said to myself:
“She is absolutely perfect”
To be continued….
Turkish and I met at one of the local college bars down in the East Village. I noticed her staring at me and since I was young, drunk and ballsy I marched right up to her and said:
“I know you are interested, I’m interested.”
And she replied, “I know.”
The Turkish took my hand and lead it to her neck, which forced me to caress her cheek, and we kissed.
And kissed more and more…
Just writing this makes me quiver. See, that was Turkish. She was beautiful and super sexual but not a lesbian. It didn’t bother me too much since I wasn’t too much into the gay scene anyway – how can someone say that they are gay and hooking up with guys. It wasn’t right for me. Especially when I was in the stage where I was discovering myself. I knew I was gay but I didn’t know until I replayed all the memory videos in my head – the Barbie situation, the best friend and the touching, how I felt when I saw a girl. It all added up at that point. Accepting myself was a different story.
I went home one weekend, and when I came back to school, everyone knew who I was. It was fine because I didn’t have to deal with saying “I’m a lesbian” – people knew.
My second semester was a new beginning, Turkish had left the country to study at Oxford and I stayed in NY. Since everyone knew I was a little lezie, all the girls had the occasion to experiment with me. I became the big dyke on campus. I was okay with that, since I didn’t make any commitments with anyone.
My weeknights and my weekends were spent boozing – don’t ask how I managed to graduate. But there was one night when I really didn’t want to go off campus. All I really wanted to do was stay in and I read a flyer about talent show on campus. It was far more interesting to me than going out to a college dive bar.
Before I go on, I should state that I'm a creature of habit in many ways. Despite my intense wanderlust for far off places and my tendency to become involved with glamorous yet troubled women, I like a certain bit of stability in my routine. Boozing was habitual, but it wasn’t something I couldn’t live without. My friends didn’t understand that.
It was right after my tennis practice, I rushed to my room, dropped my gym bag and headed straight to the auditorium.
That night I heard the most amazing voice and for the first time I said to myself:
“She is absolutely perfect”
To be continued….
