"I'm asexual."
I could see the confusion in his face. Its the same face I get every time. And every time it ends one of two ways. One: he thinks that I'm "waiting for the one" and he thinks of me as a challenge. Or two: they understand and accept it and I never see them again. My friends are the only ones that stay. I almost hope he does the first because unless they're obvious about it I never know if it's the latter. You'd think I would learn my lesson by now, after 19 years I still have hope for some reason. Against my better judgement I told him.
"That's cool, I was over the whole friends with benefits thing in high school."
That was 4 months ago.
