Recently, I moved in with Jason, a friend from college. He and I weren't all that close even though we had plenty in common. Our lives just went in separate directions, but we both needed a place to stay around the same time. We figured we'd put our money together and find a place that accommodated both our needs. We checked out a few apartments before finding one that was a reasonable distance to both our jobs and wasn't too expensive. Between the two of us, it actually saved us money.
Isabella was Jason's best friend. I met her when she helped Jason move in. She was practically the physical representation of everything I wanted in a girlfriend. Pretty face, long dark hair, nice sized boobs that weren't ridiculously massive, and an ass that would require multiple hand prints to cover just one cheek. In other words, she's was the definition of "slim thick." The best part was that she had a great personality. We got along really well and even shared the same taste in music and movies. I didn't try asking her out when we first met as I was still on the tail end of healing from my last relationship and I was sure someone like Isabella would definitely have a boyfriend.
After settling in, Isabella started to hang out with Jason and I on the weekends on a regular basis. We'd drink, play cards, watch movies, and relax after stressful weeks at work. All in all, I was just happy to be able to live in an environment that didn't have constant conflicts like my last roommates.
A couple of months later, I got over my ex and became more and more interested in Isabella as I got to know her. I learned that she was actually single a week or two after meeting her, but at that point, I hadn't shown interest in her. I decided that I would take a chance whenever Jason stepped away so it wouldn't be too awkward.
Jason was the heaviest drinker out of the three of us and took frequent bathroom breaks. I knew it was only a matter of time that I would have an opportunity to ask Isabella out. I was anxious all week as I tried to figure out how to do it. I decided to not try to make a big deal out of it and just invite her to spend some time together during the week.
That Friday night, we all had a couple of drinks after work. We were on the couches and talking about the stupid things that happened that day. It wasn't long before Jason's runs for the bathroom started.
"So, hey," I said. "We've been hanging out pretty regularly and seemed to have a lot in common. Would you like to get to know each other a little more?"
Isabella smiled as if she knew the question was coming. She put her drink down on the table and paused for a moment. I was relieved that it seemed she was giving it some thought.
"Well, you are cute," she said, "and I have noticed you checking me out when you think I'm not looking. I'm not going to say I haven't thought about it, but right now, I'm looking for a specific type."
"And what would that I be," I asked.
"It's. . ."
She bit her lip as if she wanted to tell me, but couldn't bring herself to say it. Her face became pretty red as she blushed for embarrassment.
We heard Jason flush the toilet and she jumped. She gave me a look, and I didn't know what it meant at the time, but she suggested I give her a week to think about it. It struck me as odd, but I didn't want to come off as desperate. I casually agreed and we continued the rest of the night as normal.
The next day, I came home from running errands to find Jason practically waiting for me.
"About time you asked her out."
I sighed. For some reason I didn't think she would tell him, but I should have known.
"Yeah, but she said to give her a week to think about it," I replied.
"You poor soul," Jason remarked.
"Well I don't see you asking her out."
He chuckled at the very idea of it, but his laugh was too genuine to be snark.
"What's so funny," I asked.
"That you've known me for almost three years and never figured out that I'm gay."
I was speechless. There was nothing to indicate that Jason was gay. I started to think about any conversation we could have had that even suggested it. However, I couldn't even think of any examples of him talking about women. The closest were of him encouraging me to go talk to women he knew I was attracted to.
"I had no idea," I finally said.
"You'd be surprised how many gay guys you've probably met. Not all of us are feminine and besides our sexuality, we're just normal guys."
"Apparently," I muttered.
"Anyway, she's probably going to turn you down."
