Sokka* and I hung out tonight, and I told him about the Sexgod. We hadn't hung out in a while so we were jumping up and down and chatting and messing with each other- then there was an awkward pause in the evening where I asked him how he was and he blurted out that a girl pulled a "hit and run" on him. He immediately apologized but it actually made it easier to tell him I'd started seeing someone.
He gave me a big hug and told me he was happy for me, I deserved to be happy, and that he hoped he could meet Sexgod someday. The funny thing is I think they'd get along well, because I have a type. And that type is nerdy, friendly, awkward, and kind.
I asked him more about his situation (I was gonna get indignant for him), but he changed the topic saying it was too weird to have with me. Inwardly I agreed.
Then me being me, I started to cry. And him being him, he got really awkward. So we bought sandwiches and talked and tried to ignore the tears rolling down my cheeks.
"Why are people so complicated?" he asked me.
"I don't know" I sighed. "Why are you and I so weird?"
"I dunno, I think we're pretty awesome."
"In a weird way!....I'm really glad we're still friends."
"Me too...if we weren't I think I'd be in a much worse place."
"STAHP IT YOU'RE GONNA MAKE ME CRY MORE!!!"
We're going to have pizza and watch Trigun tonight. I told him he's not allowed to back out just because we had an awkward moment last night, because if we're gonna be friends we have to work through moments like these. We have to support each other.
Gawd, why are all types of relationships hard?
*Sokka is my ex. We are still friends. It's very Celeste and Jesse. I'm Jesse.