The most unexpected thing just happened to me just 30 minutes ago. Here’s the story: I met this wonderful girl about a month ago, in a night club. We started dating, taking it slow and all… and I got more and more attached to her. We have wonderful moments together, she calls me whenever she can and all, we trade love messages in our cell phones… all that jazz. Anyway, last Sunday we slept together for the first time, and it was amazing. She reached orgasm for the first time (with someone) and was barely able to move afterwards… All in all, I was feeling in the clouds and all, and I’m not one to fall in love easily. Tonight I got a message asking me to meet her in her apartment, because she missed me and all. I left work and drove there, we talked, hugged, but I felt she wanted to tell me something. After a lot of hesitation, she finally admitted: “yes, there is something bothering me.” Long story short, with tears involved (not mine, mind you), she told me her friends didn’t like me because they thought I look (EDIT: or act) gay, and that if she hang out with me people would start talking. She then proceeded to tell me it’s been bothering her like hell, and that she doesn’t know if she can live with this. I was so stunned I couldn’t say a word. There was the woman I gave my fucking heart to, saying 2 things with made me want to puke: 1) That gay people are somewhat not cool to hang out with (incidental, but the bigotry is there) 2) That she doesn’t know if she can live with it? What the fuck? She says she likes me, she misses me all the time, but is shaken by something this stupid? I’m not gay (nothing wrong if I was), but I’m hurt as hell right now. I just left… said I would think this whole mess over. ps: she said she knows I'm not gay and really feels I'm into her. What's bothering her is the opinion of other people (ie, her friends) Sorry, there was a point to all this, but I’m just… blah… can’t go on right now.