SAME STUFF, DIFFERENT COLOR
Today’s reader finds herself in an awkward competition. Me and my best friend, who is a gay guy, went out for drinks one night to scope out some men. Five cosmos later, we had both found one. Unfortunately, we both had our eye on the same guy. This isn’t a problem we run into often, so we decided to turn it into a friendly competition. We expected the guy to choose between us, but it turned out we were both options. “I don’t have a preference,” he said. “I’m bisexual.” So now the competition had heated up and I was downing drinks and flirting shamelessly. He said he wanted to go home with me so I was pretty happy that I had beat out my friend until on the way home I realized that I was on my period. I didn’t want to admit that I should have just let my friend go home with him because he wouldn’t have had this problem.
We quickly went from clothed in the cab to naked on my bed, when I warned him of my monthly situation. “Oh, I don’t care. Same stuff, different color,” he said. I was shocked! This guy didn’t have a preference about anything. At that point I was not in the mood anymore, but I had sex with him anyways. It was awkward since I was so thrown off by his “whatever” attitude. I just kept thinking that he would have had sex with anyone that night, and did not feel like I had won a prize after all. Now when a man tells me he’s bisexual, I pass him onto my friend.
