froekensocker

so, sign language class. was great again, this week. we are all concerned there won't be a fourth class. we can't imagine our lives without each other once a week anymore. we were the perfect group from day one on. the third class is a mixed one again, with people we didn't know before but who turned out great anyways.

there's this girl that I suspected to be a lesbian, too, but I didn't ask her in public, I just don't do that, it's sort of a given between us, maybe she wondered about the eye contact one or two times? (and I might fancy her, in a way. she's funny.)

yesterday we talked about our last holidays and she was the one asking me about Ireland. How long was your trip? Where did you stay? What did you see? What did you do? And then the dreaded question... Are the men in Ireland handsome? I understood the question the first time she asked. For the class it took three takes. I was already a hot red mess at that point and my head went spinning like no don't ask me about men why men don't ask me this me don't like no men. I signed "I don't care".

The whole class laughed.

She signed "Are there beautiful women in Ireland?"

I signed "Yes"

The class laughed again.

She had to sign it again for our teacher.

I signed "yes" one more time.

Our teacher laughed.

I was hot hot red and totes messed up.

SMOOTH SNEAKY GAY.

when it was time for our break I had to just talk about something else entirely and then jump up and run to the bathroom.

Thought a: A straight person wouldn't necessarily bother asking about women, amiright? I mean, there are a lot of straight people with gay friends but you always assume that a person is straight until proven otherwise, so why bother moving out of the general comfortzone if you're not a big homogay yourself?

thought b: what lesbian who is totes uninterested/hasn't noticed anything would bother finding out if I was into women, when no one else had asked question about beautiful foreigners before?

oh my.

at least she says it's impossible. because the day after we decided we would do it, we would take that impossible trip, the weekend in paris in the middle of our university term, spend too much money on three days, see those two fucking amazing exhibitions she gets a call from the international office, they never received the money she was supposed to give back to them in effing may/june.

great. by this time, the money is gone.
she has to pay it back, and that's the money for our trip.