Thursday, November 13, 2008

      ( 11:34 PM ) teahouse

Last night I was walking home from work, when I passed a crowd of protesters in front of the Mormon Church.

I'd heard that there were nationwide protests planned over California's Proposition 8.

As I walked by, I saw that the protest was winding down and the crowd was dissipating.

But then I heard someone call my name. It was one of the Husband's friends, W. He introduced me to C, his boyfriend, whom I'd never met before.

We stood on the corner and talked for about 5 minutes. The whole time, C looked impatient and angry, and instead of joining in our conversation, alternately shot W annoyed looks, looked away and glared at me with open hostility.

I wondered if C was in a hurry to get somewhere, or if I'd made a bad first impression. I tried to talk to him, but he pointedly ignored me.

I said good-by to both of them, and headed home.

Once home, I saw the Husband and mentioned that I'd run into W and his boyfriend C.

"So you met W's boyfriend!" said the Husband. "None of us have met him yet. What was he like?"

I replied that C hadn't been very friendly to me.

"Well, maybe he's just reserved," said the Husband. "We should all hang out sometime and get to know him better."

Then I turned on the tv and saw a reporter covering the protest. She showed footage that had been recorded earlier in the day, of protesters in the street.

To my astonishment, I saw C on the tv screen. Yes, C, the surly guy I'd just met!

"This is C, who is here protesting today!" said the reporter. "How do you feel, C?"

C was smiling, glowing and radiant. "We won't give up!" he cried. "To see the support of so many people, and all of our friends here with us, I feel so much love for everyone here. And if we keep fighting, justice and equality will prevail!"

"Wait, that's W's surly boyfriend you just met?" asked the Husband. "But he looks so happy!"

Yes, apparently he was happy for the whole day, leading up to when he met me and I destroyed his good mood.

So yeah, now I have a total complex that my friend's boyfriend hates me.



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