The Straight And Confused

An online friend, let’s call him Crab Megan, asked me over IM: “What situation is easier to get out of—falling for a straight guy, or falling for a guy who’s confused?”

I didn’t take long to IM him back. As far as I’m concerned getting over a straight guy is a whole lot simpler, faster and easier. First of all, I’ve done that so many times that, for me, to use the immortal words of Mayor Ate Vi, I’ve “been there, been that.” Besides, you know clearly where he stands; he’s straight, and he’s not going to go for dick. That certainty certainly helps in getting over him. Why knock your head against a brick wall?

But with a confused guy, there’s always the “what ifs” and “could have beens” to deal with. What if he really is gay, but just can’t admit it to himself? Could you wait long enough for him to come to terms with himself? What if he ends up acknowledging he’s gay, but falls for another guy? The uncertainty makes it very difficult to figure out where you stand.

Of course, there will be people who would like the challenge. And there will be people who would say, fuck it, I’m going to take a chance even though it’s one-in-a-million. I say, best of luck to them. Maybe they are strong of heart and full of hope.

Life is complicated as it is. It depends on you whether you want to keep things simple or embrace and accept the complexity. Or do either one, depending on the situation and the person. Hey, didn’t I say life is complicated?