“Just take a minute,” Lydia instructed. “Think about what you read. We can be on you later, but we need to be on me right now.”
Or instead, she could get the hell out. “Everything’s going great for you. You have me to make fun of for the rest of your life and you and Alicia are going to—” I had been walking towards her, so I could escort her out, but I froze where I was as things started to click.
No way our first time could be that awkward. That was what Alicia texted and now Lydia was in here at the ass crack of dawn, before dawn actually, looking like she hadn’t slept at all.
“Wait, so. Alicia is asexual,” I said slowly, working through it. “Doesn’t asexual mean that Alicia isn’t interested in sex?”
“Uh-huh,” Lydia agreed.
I tried to work it out in my head. I blamed it on the early hour when I couldn’t figure it out. “Wouldn’t not having sex make it kind of hard to have sex?” That sounded really dumb when I said it out loud. Great, I was probably going to be late for work and I’d get more mocking from Lydia.
Except she only nodded. “Yeah, that’s where I’m at too, shockingly.”
Because asexuals, like, I don’t know, didn’t feel whatever else everyone else did in their gut or hormones or whatever. They didn’t have a sex drive making them think about it all the time when their boyfriend’s hands gestured in the air, whenever Ryan bit my lip accidentally or on purpose when we were kissing and it went straight to my groin. They didn’t have sex. I think. Just getting the LGBTQIA acronym right was a big step for me, so I hadn’t learned all the nuances of the gay community yet.
… Queer community? Not straight community? No, probably not that one. See, I still had a ways to go. Just. Why would Alicia want to have sex if she didn’t want to have sex? This seemed tough. Could I get an easier situation first? Lydia kept looking at me expectantly.
I had nothing. “Oh,” I said, but it felt inadequate even as I was saying it, so I dragged it out like, ohhhhh.
Lydia had looked a little unsure, but now her signature disdain appeared on her face. “That’s all?”
“You’re right,” I told her. “We can be on you for a second.”
I was definitely going to be late for work.
