In an earlier post I mentioned that Devin was not my first relationship with an autogynophile. The first encounter was actually many years prior, with a young man named Kevin (yes, their names were only one letter different. Surely an amusing coincidence and nothing more). I was about to turn 24 and attending a new college where I had decided to add to my seemingly endless list of gen-eds by taking a theater class. At that point in my life, I had nearly a decade of failed relationships which had made me the object of much advice and criticism amongst my friends who felt it was my choice of boyfriends - I was evidently too picky yet simultaneously blind - that was the cause of my problems. Up until that time, I sought out a certain “type” that if contemporary might be described as “woke, pretty hipster boys with beards and long hair”. I decided to seek out-of-type and see if there was something to their criticism. Kevin was tall, awkward, and nerdy. He was almost obsessively into comic books, role playing games and collecting character figurines with a particular interest in Star Wars, Star Trek, Marvel etc. He was not particularly good looking and had no muscle tone to speak of but quirky and funny and shy - “shy” was also something I had not previously been attracted to. As he began to display some interest in me I slowly decided to throw caution to the wind and accept his offer of seeing a new Star Trek movie that was about to hit theaters the following Friday, however nervous I was about it. I was extremely nervous, and I didn’t know why - I had sat in class with this person for over two months at that point and had acted in some pretty ridiculous scenes in front of him. I had butterflies before a date before, but my stomach was in such an uncomfortable knot that I showed up to our meeting place (the mall with the movie theater) 20 minutes early to order a plate of white rice to try and settle my stomach. That was the only time in my life I have gotten that kind of nervous feeling about a date, and honestly I think I somehow knew it was a bad idea.
my first experience with an AGP
my first experience with an AGP
my first experience with an AGP
In an earlier post I mentioned that Devin was not my first relationship with an autogynophile. The first encounter was actually many years prior, with a young man named Kevin (yes, their names were only one letter different. Surely an amusing coincidence and nothing more). I was about to turn 24 and attending a new college where I had decided to add to my seemingly endless list of gen-eds by taking a theater class. At that point in my life, I had nearly a decade of failed relationships which had made me the object of much advice and criticism amongst my friends who felt it was my choice of boyfriends - I was evidently too picky yet simultaneously blind - that was the cause of my problems. Up until that time, I sought out a certain “type” that if contemporary might be described as “woke, pretty hipster boys with beards and long hair”. I decided to seek out-of-type and see if there was something to their criticism. Kevin was tall, awkward, and nerdy. He was almost obsessively into comic books, role playing games and collecting character figurines with a particular interest in Star Wars, Star Trek, Marvel etc. He was not particularly good looking and had no muscle tone to speak of but quirky and funny and shy - “shy” was also something I had not previously been attracted to. As he began to display some interest in me I slowly decided to throw caution to the wind and accept his offer of seeing a new Star Trek movie that was about to hit theaters the following Friday, however nervous I was about it. I was extremely nervous, and I didn’t know why - I had sat in class with this person for over two months at that point and had acted in some pretty ridiculous scenes in front of him. I had butterflies before a date before, but my stomach was in such an uncomfortable knot that I showed up to our meeting place (the mall with the movie theater) 20 minutes early to order a plate of white rice to try and settle my stomach. That was the only time in my life I have gotten that kind of nervous feeling about a date, and honestly I think I somehow knew it was a bad idea.