Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Why does he never ask me to taste HIS food? Hm...

Sometimes secrets aren't yours to tell and sometimes you just have to put it out there. I have been weighing those two things for a few weeks now and have decided to share something here.

Tini is leaving school. I know that he has not been a huge part of this blog yet, but he has been a huge part of my life for the past 14 weeks. The very first day, we both tested out of math and had an hour to kill. We were fish out of water and, as I am prone to do, I found the biggest gayest fish and said, hey, let's go sit and talk. And we did. We talked about why we were there and the path that led us to CCI. To say that we have bonded is an understatement. We actually decided that we are codependent and probably cannot survive without each other.

He is the only one of my fellow students who reads this blog, the only one who I would ever want to read this blog. Financial reasons are forcing him to drop out until November. He will be back, and I know that. He will graduate and we will open a codependent restaurant and live in codependent bliss. But, I want him there with me. He is the only one who GETS food the way I get food. He is the only one who stands there, putting salt in grain by grain until it is perfect with me. He is the only one I trust to taste my food.

Yesterday, I walked up to him and asked to see his balls. Upon seeing his balls, I said, "Wow, those are some big balls." Then I poked his balls. And we giggled like school girls. Everyone else looked at me like I was crazy because I giggled every time someone said balls. He GETS it. (Matzo ball soup, by the way.)

I wanted to graduate with him. To experience all of this with him. I know that in the grand scheme of things, it's not a big deal. He'll be back and we'll "hey girl" in the hallway and he will be the biggest gayest person at my graduation, screaming his head off. And I will carry a sign that says "I will become a man for you" at his. He'll be the only one to laugh, and that is why we are friends.

Because when absolutely NOBODY else in the room gets it, we are looking at each other and cracking the fuck up because we are both "there."

2 comments:

Bradshaw said...

Friends like that? Never let them go.

Also, when you said balls? I thought meatballs, so I was close. But I snickered as well.

whimsy said...

Awww! Are you trying to make a big, fat, gay man cry? It is the most pitiful thing you will ever see. And, by the way, I just don't ask people to taste my food, it's just not my "thing". My "thing" is getting drunk and laying half naked on the floor.

And, to be fair, I did ask you to taste my vichysoisse, but that was just because I wanted to know if it was too peppery, since I dropped the thing of pepper in it.