heartbreaker, breadmaker

my faith in my soul mate had been gently shaken, not stirred, as of late. yes, all the plus side checkmarks were in place.

*we spend all our free time together
*i platonically stay over night at his house
*he never, ever dates any other girls or even talks about them
*he is terribly smart and funny and good looking and has very tidy fingernails
*i love him and my heart aches sweetly

the fact that we aren't 'dating' is a trifle really. when you meet your soul mate in high school, there are bound to be roadblocks.

but then his older brother threw that party. and ugly dumb face jenny dalton started talking smack about my beloved. (beloved was already in bed, with cooling gel mask on his eyes to avoid puffiness) jenny spouts off to me and about 20 other party guests that she has deduced, based on incontrovertible evidence that-

he is gay. why? "because", says jenny dumb face "i was over here the other night, sleeping with cameron (his brother) and he came upstairs IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT to bake bread. that's gay."

i looked around the crowd and they seemed to nod, yes, this makes sense. but i didn't think it made sense at all. lots of guys bake bread. it isn't necessarily unmanly. right?

the next day, i warned him of the accusations. at our small town, narrow minded, whitey white, mormon high school, being gay was foreign and scary and not a place any of the kids wanted to be. this was before will and grace. he denied it. i told him that i would be his best friend gay or no, that i didn't care about all that stuff. he said that he definitely wasn't. and did i want to stay over tonight?

did i? does a submissive bottom love a good top?

i layed in his bed, wearing boxers and a tee shirt, flipping through his spanish journal. the page fell open to a check, that practiced writing in spanish. it was for 1 million dollars, pay to the order of my first name with his last name. mrs. mona beloved.

i never felt so sexy or happy in my whole life. i took off my shirt to surprise him when he came in....

the rest is too sad and embarrassing to recount.

but i have an absolutely fabulous friend.