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I’m not complaining, I just figured I’d share a pretty entertaining story for anyone who finds me being annoyed amusing.

(and…this is really long. Sorry. Lots of backstory since I haven’t been around in a while.)

So, some back story. I have this awesome friend that happens to be a male. While this should have no bearing on our friendship…well, it does. Paul and I met in late April, early May, when we started our job as EHS RA’s. We quickly became close friends. So close, in fact, that I would probably put him in best friend category. Best guy friend. Even more so, I consider him the brother I don’t have (although Michael is a fair, blood related subsitute, but I digress…). Paul and I get along really well, and we tell each other when have issues. It’s a very open friendship and I have no doubt I could tell him anything in the world without being judged.

A lot of people made bets when we first started hanging out if we would be dating by the end of the summer. Mostly, it was coworkers who saw Paul and I going out to dinner, or cooking dinner with each other…going to the movies, going for walks, chilling in each other’s rooms on the same bed curled up. Yeah, I get it. I see where they all got it from.  Once people realized what the deal was they shut up about it. Except for two people.

I innocently brought Paul upstate to get out of the city one weekend a month or two ago.  He enjoyed himself and got along well with everyone up here. He hung out with my friends and family and everything went really well. I guess he had chatted with my aunt and uncle and they found him utterly endearing.

If they only knew he farts in the elevator when we’re going from the 29th floor to the first. Endearing, my ass.

My aunt called me after that weekend and asked how Paul enjoyed his trip with me. I told him he enjoyed it just fine. She said, and I quote:

"He’s a really great guy. You know, special."

"What?"

"You know, special. Special. like, really special."

"Oh, god. Please shut up now."

*In sing-song voice* "Speccciaalll."

"I’m hanging up on you now."

Fine, whatever. She’s not usually one to..be so…forceful about things. She lets Michael live his life without any obvious hints. Grr. This was all okay…I could deal with it. Hell, Paul and I got a damn good laugh at out of it. We don’t take shit like this seriously, it’s funny to see the misconceptions. He’s finally given up on denying anything to Anthony, another RA. He just tells him how great the sex was. Obviously, it’s not really a big deal. Then, she invoved my mother.

God, oh God…my mother. You know, the one that can beat a dead horse alive again. I’ve gotten 5 calls in the last two days about my cousin RJ’s wedding. My Mom can’t go. Oh, but oh! Don’t cry, sweet daughter! I asked if you could be a GUEST with you. Who the HELL am I going to bring to a semi-formal wedding where my entire family is going to be?

"Oh, you know, you could bring Paul."

Fuckity fuck fuck. My aunt had gotten to her.

She even CALLED my COUSIN and TOLD him that I might be bringing him! I didn’t even know I was bringing someone! I argued with her, and my aunt, and they both asked me "please, just ask him." So. I did. He said he’d try.

So, we’ll see what happens. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind Paul coming with me to the wedding. It means nothing but having an unbiased someone to sit and watch my drunk, crazy family with. We’d have a lot of fun, I just don’t want to deal with the questions and the awkward "uh, no, he’s just a friend." Or, God help me, "did you finally find a nice southern gentleman like your mother?" Chirst on a stick.

I find it more entertaining than I do annoying. I just wish they’d all get over it already. What happened to the days when everything I did would make my Mom bitch at me? I long for those easier, simpler days. lol I keed, I keed. I’d take this over that annnnyday.

I hope you enjoyed this as much as my immediate friends who know the story already do.

ul coming with me to the wedding. It means nothing but having an unbiased someone to sit and watch my drunk, crazy family with. We’d have a lot of fun, I just don’t want to deal with the questions and the awkward "uh, no, he’s just a friend." Or, God help me, "did you finally find a nice southern gentleman like your mother?" Chirst on a stick.

I find it more entertaining than I do annoying. I just wish they’d all get over it already. What happened to the days when everything I did would make my Mom bitch at me? I long for those easier, simpler days. lol I keed, I keed. I’d take this over that annnnyday.

I hope you enjoyed this as much as my immediate friends who know the story already do.