cowgirlinthesnow

I'm trying to get a hold of a friendly little transvestite who made my life worth living when I was about 4 months pregnant. The silly boy keeps on changing his mobile number. He's someone I had such a crush on when I was in years 8 and 9, when he was in year 11 and 12. He was like nobody I'd ever seen. Pale skin, black hair, and with "NIN" written on the back of his school bag. I know, it sounds pretty common, but boys like that are fair and far between in an Australian private school. I practically worshipped him and dreamed every day of working up the confidence to say hello to him. I never did. Six years later I started visiting 'Sin', a local goth club, and was out one night with my boyfriend and started to talk with this lovely lady about hair. It didn't click that she was the he that I so loved in high school until he mentioned that he went to All Saints' College. I squealed, jumped up and down, "OH MY GOD -- I HAD THE BIGGEST CRUSH ON YOU -- OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!! IT'S YOU!!" For some reason he was more flattered than he was freaked out. And so began a beautiful friendship.

When I got pregnant, my boyfriend went a bit funny. We broke up. I hooked up with Colin/Colette and he made me laugh, boosted my confidence, ran around the streets of Northbridge with me singing "baby love, my baby looove". It made me feel fucking good. This was the only guy in the world who seemed excited by my pregnancy. After only a few dates, though, we somehow just stopped calling each other. It's sad. I wish I kept contact with him. I miss him, he was such a fantastic friend. I'd love to tell him about my baby, he'd be fucking thrilled!