Ali Mullah and his boyfriend got into some stupid situation. Ali made an honest mistake, in my eyes but not so much some others eyes, and is consequently paying for his actions. However, his boyfriend took the frustration a bit to far. In result, his boyfriend will not let me talk to Ali. Thankfully for the both of them, I respect Ali enough to follow Ali's wishes of not talking for awhile until things settle down. I would not let his boyfriend tell me if I could be Ali's friend or not. He has no right to do that, even under the circumstances. Out of respect, I am going to not talk to Ali for awhile, whether I agree with that decision or not. I do not want to cause any more trouble with the two of them and I really do want Ali to be happy. Ali is doing everything he can to make it up to his boyfriend.
Now the history on Ali and I is simple, but yet complicated. Ali is a boy I met here in Louisville around the time I first moved onto campus. He does not go to Bellarmine. He is still in high school and lives about twenty minutes away. The first time we met was at a park nearby campus. He brought his little brother along who was just about as adorable as Ali. So while we let his little brother play on the playground, we talked while swinging on the swings. It was all a really cute experience. It all seemed a bit different than most of the times I would meet guys.
Proceeding that we went to Lulas and got some ice cream. He even payed for all us when I was about to pay for him and his little brother. If you notice on my left elbow I have a scar from this evening. On the way out of Lulas I jumped on his back and sort of wrestled him from there, and he tried to get back at me and it did not work so well and we both fell onto the sidewalk. He joked around saying I hurt him, but he realy did hurt my elbow. I know it sounds weird but it was really cute when it happened.
So from then, he would occasionally surprise me by showing up unexpectedly. He did that a few times, and each time gave me that cute butterfly feeling in my stomach. Everything he did was adorable in my eyes. When I went home for the weekend to see my sick aunt, he offered to come down and of course I did not decline the offer. We stayed the night at my house, the old house I lived in before I moved out that we lost, since I had the key.
Unfortunately some dude convinced him on grindr, a gay app for a smartphone, that I was trying to get with this other dude and said I sent him pictures that he must of have got from my jacd account, which is another gay app. Ali believed that I was trying to get with this dude, and probably thought I would cheat on him. He was super upset and I do not think he ever really believed me. To this day though, we are really good friends. We hang out every now and then.
The only thing I hate about this whole mess is that I feel like I did not get much of a chance to prove to him that I indeed did care about him a lot, and would never do such a thing as cheat on him. I would rather be his friend though, then try and make things weird and keep going after Ali. He does not feel that way about me any more I am pretty sure. Especially by how easy he is to losing me as a friend to save his relationship. But since I care, I am not going to argue. His boyfriend seems to not trust me period, which after what went down between the two, I cannot say I blame him.
Well, on a god note, the basketball team here at Bellarmine has made it to the first round of the NCAA DII Tournament. The team, pep band, and fans will be traveling tomorrow, Friday, to Springfield, Missouri and playing Saturday evening. If we win, knock on wood, we stay Saturday night to play Sunday. If the Knights lose, we will be traveling home that Saturday night. I am excited to be traveling to a state I have never been to before. I also have no doubt that the Knights will be losing Saturday night either!
OHH YEAHHH, KNIGHTS YEAAAAAH!!!!
Dustin Ray Schroeder
