Just my luck...

Well people… Sunday is going to be an out of my comfort zone kind of day for sure. You see, the church that I am a part of has a special meeting time for people my age: 18-30. Now, because of my asexuality, I’ve always avoided going because I never to have to deal with the whole “oh you’re here, so let’s find you somebody to date” and you become their newest project.

All I’m looking for is a friend. Someone that I can relate to that isn’t trying to change me from being who I am. Instead I’m having to at least go to “try it out.” Quite honestly, and absolutely no offense to anybody, I think that it would be easier to be bisexual or a lesbian than being asexual. But I could never claim to be something that I’m not. Even though I don’t even feel like I could say who I really am to anybody around here.

I’ve been looking at the Asexual Singles group on Facebook today actually, trying to decide whether to join. Even if it’s just to know somebody that I could talk to that knows what I’m going through.

Ugh. Wish me luck.

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