She's straight...

So, I found out the orientation of the girl I was temporarily infatuated with, she's straight. It didn't take long to find out, thankfully, in fact, I found out the second time that I met her on the train platform. She waved me over, so I went over, we exchanged words, "How was your weekend?", "How was yours?" simple little pieces of shit like that. Well, after this exchange there came the kicker, "I'm waiting here for my boyfriend, but he's running late."

Now, I had nothing to say to this except for a little ''Oh''. It wasn't so much depressing as annoying, I met a girl, I thought I could've liked her, but she was tied down to her straightness. It doesn't bother me, of course, I got over it since it happened like three days ago, it doesn't bother me at all.

And do you want to know why? Well, you probably don't, but I'm going to tell you anyway. It doesn't bother me because I realised last night that, even if we were to become a couple, we probably wouldn't have had anything in common and she seemed like the kind of girl who would be pretty needy in a relationship. 

Anyway, I'll keep ya'll posted on the happenings in my life. Cheers.

Met a girl...

Hello there everyone, long time, no blog,

I am so, so very sorry for not continuing this blog through to the end of my Summer holidays, but honestly, I had absolutely NOTHING interesting to talk to you about, until now.

As you know I still go to school, high school, and I have started Year 11 as of the beginning of February this year. However, you probably don't know that I go to a high school that is roughly an hour away from where I live and therefor I have to catch a train to and from school every day. I, personally, enjoy this five-day-a-week ritual because it gives me time to chill out on my own and hang with my best friend.

Anyway, I was waiting on the train platform yesterday afternoon, waiting for the train to take me to my cross-over point at which time I would get on the train that would take me home. I was there alone for about five minutes when this dark-skinned girl came onto my side of the platform, there were no empty seats, but the closest half-empty seat was mine, so, she sat down. I acknowledged her presence briefly, giving her a quick, subtle once over. We both sat in complete silence for about five minutes. 

In this five minute period I carefully tried to signal to this girl that I was gay, first by taking out my pencil case (which has the gay pride flag badge on it, and a badge that say "Born gay, fabulous by choice.") and setting it down in the space between us, with the badges facing her and second by taking out my folder, which is laiden with various images of Katherine Moennig, and carefully 'rearranging' all of the books in my folder, all of which happen to have images of women on them. 

I was pleasantly surprised to find though that this girl, whose name I will not disclose, wanted to embark into a conversation with me after the subtle little dance I did. It gave me some hope as to what her sexuality might be, and I am PRAYING that she is a lesbian. Anyway, we exchanged small talk, simple stuff like what subjects we were both taking, subjects we would never take in a million years, I asked her what country she was from after she told me that she had only been in Australia for about a year, etc. Small talk.

The absolute BEST part was when I had to get off the train and she said that she'd "See me around". 

God, I hope I see her again.