I hate when you become friends with a straight guy or a guy that’s confused and he automatically assumes you are romantically interested in him. Just because I’m bisexual does not mean that I want to fuck the brains out of everything that walks. People really shouldn’t be so cocky. Maybe they’re just afraid because they don’t understand bisexuality or pansexuality. For the most part, I rarely am ever attracted to anyone. Boys or girls. It takes a lot to distract me and get my attention when it comes to this sort of thing. I’m extremely picky and particular about personalities. If a person is closed minded and critical of others that are different than them, they are automatically out of the question. Closed mindedness is the biggest turn off. I like people who have a curious mind and are willing to learn more. There is no limit to what you can learn in this world. There is ALWAYS something more to know. Another thing that bothers me is when a person has several different facades they put up in front of different people. Just be who are are, and people will accept you and love you for who you are. There is no need to act like anyone else but yourself. I know I am in high school and I’m supposed to be having “the time of my life” but I honestly could care less about sex or dating or any of that nonsense. It just gets in the way of things at this age, in my opinion. Sure, I had my fun in middle school with experimenting, but I am way past that now. There are so many unfortunate consequences that come along with sexual interactions. Emotional attachment, mind games, depression, and the destruction of a once wonderful friendship are just a few of those consequences. My first real sexual experience was with my only male friend and I ended up falling in love with him. It ruined everything. I cared about him so dearly and he didn’t give a shit. It all ended after we got into a disastrous fist fight in the street towards the end of eighth grade. He’s a drug addict and is one of the most toxic people I’ve ever met. His father lives in France and left him and his mother in Columbia at a young age and his heart was broken at thirteen which naturally lead to severe manic depression. I don’t hate him, I just want nothing to do with him. There was a time, actually, where I ran into him and his mom at the mall and it was like we were complete strangers. It was one of the scariest and most bizarre things that I have ever experienced. How could you ever forget someone that affected your life that much? It’s beyond my comprehension. I just really wish him well and hope that one day he will stop doing drugs and choose a healthier lifestyle.