Supreme Story Program

Unrequited love is, indeed, a bore. I’m not naming names or titles of shows because the peson this is about may very well be reading this. It started seven or eight years ago when I was 15 and I spotted her playing a very small supporting role in a Broadway musical. I was immediately smitten; she was beautiful, talented, appeared to be in her early 20s. She was also the first woman I had ever had “those” feelings for (I have since come to the realization that I am bisexual). I followed her career for a couple of years until one day I found out that she was going to be appearing in a play at the off-broadway theatre that I ushered at during that time. Ye gods! Ok, so the show starting previews. She must think I’m kind of cute, she gives me a smile and a wink when she passes by me each day. I was 17, what the hell did I know, that was practically a marriage proposal as far as my young naive little mind was concerned. Ah, youth. I find out soon that not only was she NOT in her early 20’s (add about 15 years to that number), but she was married–yes, to a man. Crushed my poor little heart. Still, I just liked being around her. I used to run into her on the subway sometimes on nights when I didn’t take the bus home. Eventually I started taking the subway a lot more often. Eventually, I think she realized that my feelings for her were a bit homosexually inclined, and she began to avoid me. Yep, my young heart was broken. Tears were shed, believe me. I ran into her a few months later and she was extremely cold towards me, which hurt. Hey, I was young, and she was likely confused by what the hell I wanted from her. Eventually, I did get closure on this whole dramatic saga. She appeared in a Broadway show last year, and I did go see it and spoke with her after the show. She couldn’t have been nicer, and we have even kept in touch since then. Still, I don’t think she has any idea what an emotional wreck I was over her. And so ended that chapter of my life.