A friend's boyfriend is ok with me watching movies at their place and hanging out. Awesome. Sadly, lots of women ditch the gay friend when they find a boyfriend who doesn't like the gays. He's ... becoming more tolerant?
Then again, he could just like my cooking.
Him: "Care if I have the chicken in the fridge?"
Her: "Go ahead. Not saving it for anything."
[He has the chicken]
Him: "Great job on the chicken by the way. What's in it?"
Her: "Wasn't mine, my friend made it."
Him: "O yeah? Jenny?"
Her: "Nope."
Him: "Lisa?"
Her: "Nope."
Him: ".... It's that little gay one, wants to be a girl, ain't it?"
Her: "You liked her chicken before you knew that didn't you?"
Him: "Her?"
Her: "She ... never hurt anything and all she asks is that and keeping it quiet. Made those cookies you liked last week tooo...."
Him: "Well, anything cooks that good can hang around. Long as it doesn't go lookin' at me that way."
Her: " 'It?' [name]? 'It?' She goes on dates with her boyfriend, soo.... Don't think she'll bug you."
Him: "There's that 'she' stuff again...."
Her: "Are you still gonna be like that? Seriously, worst thing that's happened is you got baked cookies."
Him: "This is about you two watchin' chick flicks together when I'm gone ain't it?
Her: "You think a gay in a skirt is gonna do cheaty things with me? Think I'm attracted to that? Jealousy problems?"
Him: "O fine. Whatever."
Her: "I'm sure we can bake you some more cookies.... "
Him: "Least there's that.... None of the Walnut kind this time."
I'm kinda touched she'd stick up for me. Plus movie night. . She said she got me a dress off the clearance rack too.
He has changed his mind about me, apparently. He doesn't want "that fag" around his house.... She's offered to go out somewhere with me, but it's really not the same, and she agrees that it is not the same (and that he would still not be happy with that). So much for my fun this weekend.
I think I'm pretending to take it well, and I might even be convincing her, but I wanna scream. Can't reason it out, can't make sense of it, whatever. [Sigh]. I didn't even do anything at all in the time between this and that.... I was to understand that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. Perhaps this one does not have the desired destination.... He certainly has a stomach because he ate all the food I've been making for him.... I don't get it. I'm even tiptoeing around him, being extra careful not to piss him off so I can keep being friends with his girlfriend. Dude, you've clearly won, but you still won't stop. I've swallowed my pride and let you basically treat me like crap. What more do you even want?
Also the moral of the story is that neither my chicken, nor my cookies can overcome prejudice.