So today something weird and wonderful happened.

I was eating lunch at Jason's Deli and went to the restroom before my meal arrived. When I went to the sink to wash my hands there was a girl washing her hands at the other basin. She was tall with cropped black hair and wore this awesome trench coat that was corset tied in the back. I was fussing with my hair in the mirror when she turned to me.

"Where did you get your shirt, by the way?" I smiled. It was my "I Don't Have FRRRRRIENDS" shirt. 

"Ah, there's this site called redbubble.com. They've got a bunch of awesome shirts."

"Oh!" she said. "I know that site!"

It was quiet for a second and then I, rather inanely, asked, "Do you watch Sherlock?"

"YES," she said immediately. "I'm only on the first season, but I'm on Tumblr, so I've seen it ALL."

"Gotcha," I chuckled. We didn't say anything else and before I could properly think of some way to continue the conversation, I was already back in my seat. She was cute and I thought about walking over to her table and giving her my tumblr URL or possibly even my phone number, but I couldn't quite pluck up the courage. 

When I got home this evening I told the story to my mother, after which I proclaimed that I wanted to ask the girl to "be my best friend."

"Or 'go on a date with me'," my mother supplied. I stared at her for a second, just a second, before laughing and agreeing. 

My mother and father have been very open and accepting of my sexuality from the beginning, but there definitely has been a learning curve. Both of my older sisters are straight and my parents weren't raised in the open fashion that I was. I've had to instruct my mother on what might be offensive to say to others about the matter. I've had to teach her that my sexuality being what it is doesn't change anything about me or the way my life is going to progress. I remember just after I came out to her having a conversation like this:

"Well," said my mother, "It's not what you dream about for your children."

"... what does that mean?"

"I just mean, I don't know, you want your little girl to get married and walk down the aisle and have children."

"Mom... you realize that all of those things are still possible if I fall in love with a woman right?"

"Huh?"

"Mom gay marriage is a thing now."

"Not in Texas."

"Yeah, well, I'm not going to stay in Texas. Also, by the time I'm ready to get married, I'm hoping America will have made leaps and bounds when it comes to gay rights. I can still have a wedding - a gay wedding! And gay weddings are ALWAYS fabulous. I can still even have children! I can adopt, or my wife and I can use a sperm donor, or a surrogate. Nothing would be different."

So for her to openly suggest I ask a girl out... It just means a lot to me. I've been thinking a lot about my sexuality lately and starting to make a lot of discoveries about myself. I'm starting to think that I'm actually just gay, which I know sounds weird given all of the pictures of Benedict Cumberbatch on my blog, but, honestly, as much as I admire his talent and his beauty and his awesomeness... I don't really think I am sexually attracted to him. Or any guy for that matter. There was always a hollowness in any relationships I had with boys and when I imagine myself with a women that hollowness disappears. 

So, in thinking about these things, I've come to the conclusion that I'm probably going to end up with a woman. To know that my mother has really come to embrace this part of who I am... It's just a blessing. I am so blessed.