02-03-2008, 11:59 PM
OK here's a little story for you; a problem I can't figure out on my own. Enjoy.
Setting the scene
My driving test is on the 3rd of March, and I have 5 more 2-hour lessons pre-paid with my driving instructor, Martin. One of these was on Friday night.
Tier 1
Friday. I rush out to the car at 6pm, and Martin is just pulling up. I get in, we start driving. About 2 minutes in, I notice Martin is acting a little strange. After 5 further minutes I realise he is in fact drunk. Lucid drunk, still-able-to-teach-me drunk, but still drunk. (For reasons for this see tier 2). He later on mentions that he hasn't had any food all day. I assume he has had at least one pint, and it has went straight to his head.
Tier 2
Martin, mouth lax with alcohol is chatting away in a vaguely slurrish way, the topic twists and turns until we end up talking about torchwood. He says
"It's getting a bit gayyy isn't it? Don't you think?"
I brush it off, I say that I don't really mind. He says he doesn't either, but he keeps bringing up the fact that he thinks it is getting 'a bit gay', so I think, fuck it:
"Well I'm gay, so I don't really mind all that."
Of course this sets off unusually chatty martin straight onto all the standard questions: how do you know, do your parents know, etc.
He asks whether I'm out to my friends, I say yes, he says that that's good, and I say that it's good because sometimes gays can end up in straight marriages if they never have the chance to come out. He says that that is a very awkward situation. Seconds later he says
"I'm going to be honest with you, I'm gay."
Now I'm really stressed out, and all I can think is to ask
"Is this road 30?", while simultaneously thinking about his wife, his two young daughters, the fact that he is drunk next to me, how to keep this fucking car on the road, and how to get him to get his leg out of the way of my gear stick and handbrake.
We talk about how his wife doesn't know, he hasn't told anyone this ever before, he's never acted upon it, he just wants to meet a nice normal guy that he gets on with to have a relationship, and places he could go to sort it out (lgbt places) that he knows of but has never approached.
Tier 3
He starts coming on to me.
Slowly building up from basic questions; do you have a partner (no), have you ever had a boyfriend (no), what sort of guys do you normally go for (I pre-empt his advances by saying that I go for guys my age; I am waiting until university), he quickly progresses to more... advanced questions; have you ever had gay sex (no), do you like men with big dicks or small dicks (I don't know, I dont think it matters), eventually just saying
"would you be interested in a guy like me?"
Of course I gently re-iterate the fact that I 'only go for guys my age' and 'I'm waiting until university' and 'for fucks sake you're pissed and married with two kids and I'm trying to fucking drive' (OK so I didn't say that last one but that is the general jist I was trying to get accross), but he seems to still be advancing... He waits until my third request to get his leg out of the way of my handbrake / gear stick; he asks "is it me who's made learning to drive enjoyable for you?"; he keeps saying about how we're now much more 'open with each other', so we can get on better now.
Summary
BASICALLY it was 2 hours of every muscle in my body slowly getting more and more tense, followed by a half hour of me laying on the sofa trying to chill out.
My next lesson is this coming saturday morning, I have another booked for the saturday after that.
My plan for saturday is to hope he is now as mortified about the whole thing as I am (having sobered up), and that we can just go on like nothing ever happened.
Somebody say something please! My mind is a mess!
Setting the scene
My driving test is on the 3rd of March, and I have 5 more 2-hour lessons pre-paid with my driving instructor, Martin. One of these was on Friday night.
Tier 1
Friday. I rush out to the car at 6pm, and Martin is just pulling up. I get in, we start driving. About 2 minutes in, I notice Martin is acting a little strange. After 5 further minutes I realise he is in fact drunk. Lucid drunk, still-able-to-teach-me drunk, but still drunk. (For reasons for this see tier 2). He later on mentions that he hasn't had any food all day. I assume he has had at least one pint, and it has went straight to his head.
Tier 2
Martin, mouth lax with alcohol is chatting away in a vaguely slurrish way, the topic twists and turns until we end up talking about torchwood. He says
"It's getting a bit gayyy isn't it? Don't you think?"
I brush it off, I say that I don't really mind. He says he doesn't either, but he keeps bringing up the fact that he thinks it is getting 'a bit gay', so I think, fuck it:
"Well I'm gay, so I don't really mind all that."
Of course this sets off unusually chatty martin straight onto all the standard questions: how do you know, do your parents know, etc.
He asks whether I'm out to my friends, I say yes, he says that that's good, and I say that it's good because sometimes gays can end up in straight marriages if they never have the chance to come out. He says that that is a very awkward situation. Seconds later he says
"I'm going to be honest with you, I'm gay."
Now I'm really stressed out, and all I can think is to ask
"Is this road 30?", while simultaneously thinking about his wife, his two young daughters, the fact that he is drunk next to me, how to keep this fucking car on the road, and how to get him to get his leg out of the way of my gear stick and handbrake.
We talk about how his wife doesn't know, he hasn't told anyone this ever before, he's never acted upon it, he just wants to meet a nice normal guy that he gets on with to have a relationship, and places he could go to sort it out (lgbt places) that he knows of but has never approached.
Tier 3
He starts coming on to me.
Slowly building up from basic questions; do you have a partner (no), have you ever had a boyfriend (no), what sort of guys do you normally go for (I pre-empt his advances by saying that I go for guys my age; I am waiting until university), he quickly progresses to more... advanced questions; have you ever had gay sex (no), do you like men with big dicks or small dicks (I don't know, I dont think it matters), eventually just saying
"would you be interested in a guy like me?"
Of course I gently re-iterate the fact that I 'only go for guys my age' and 'I'm waiting until university' and 'for fucks sake you're pissed and married with two kids and I'm trying to fucking drive' (OK so I didn't say that last one but that is the general jist I was trying to get accross), but he seems to still be advancing... He waits until my third request to get his leg out of the way of my handbrake / gear stick; he asks "is it me who's made learning to drive enjoyable for you?"; he keeps saying about how we're now much more 'open with each other', so we can get on better now.
Summary
BASICALLY it was 2 hours of every muscle in my body slowly getting more and more tense, followed by a half hour of me laying on the sofa trying to chill out.
My next lesson is this coming saturday morning, I have another booked for the saturday after that.
My plan for saturday is to hope he is now as mortified about the whole thing as I am (having sobered up), and that we can just go on like nothing ever happened.
Somebody say something please! My mind is a mess!