In highschool, that guy was J, the infamous homosexual at K High School. He was an over-the-top fag, referred to himself as "the top fag of K High", wore expensive and tight clothes, and was popular. Within a year of not wanting to be "that guy", J and I had become best friends, and I was his right-hand man.
Becoming "that guy" and getting to know J deeper, I decided that "that guy" was the guy that slept around. Now, I'm not saying that I sleep around, but at that time I was a virgin and J couldn't even remember everyone he'd had sex with. I remember everyone, but I'm certainly not a virgin anymore.
Then "that guy" was the guy that was the 'other man' in a relationship. I mean, I'm amazing, why would I be involved or into anyone who wasn't 100% involved with me? ...I've been the other man, whether it's sexual or just going out for a dinner-and-movie date, four times.
Next, "that guy" was the guy that drank and partied all the time. You know, the guy who goes to the clubs and bars every week, sometimes a few times a week, drinks like crazy, gets driven home by friends who, ever-faithful, makes sure he doesn't go home with someone he normally wouldn't because the guy is buying him drinks and telling him how cute he is. Recently, I had four (or possibly five) guys buying me drinks at the bar, and it was my third time that week, and I had to stay over at my friend J's house.
There have been many stages in between these and some that I'm not comfortable mentioning. I find myself running out of what I see in my mind as "that guy" because I'm probably going to become "that guy" anyway. Is it a matter of growing up and getting away from my "that guy" ideal, is it about accepting that many people are "that guy" and that it's not that big a deal, or have I become the "that guy" that I've so dreaded time and time before?
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lovey, i like how your blogs read a little like a gossip girl episode :) you know you love me. xoxo, kimmy
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