Treated like a fag

While D and I are at the interior design show, I take a step away from the crowd and pull my phone out to text A. We've been chatting for a couple of days and I thought I'd send a little note about my night. What is supposed to be cute ends up turning ugly pretty quickly.

After a couple of texts, I call A. Naturally, it goes to voicemail since no one picks up their phone, anymore. I leave a message. There's a text reply insulting me. I'm called a fag. Not only that, the biggest fag A has ever come across. This is rich, coming from a (newly-described, by me) prick who doesn't have the balls to answer a phone call.

Now, I don't need to be treated like shit when I don't - and didn't - have any reason to be. It's like having someone of your own kind call you a derogatory term.

I'm not going to delve into a psychological profile of someone who - now - clearly doesn't deserve one. All I know is my friendly gesture was genuine, yet it was met with nastiness.

When I come across him in person on the street when hanging out with my friend D, I tell him what happened. D looks at me and gives me the 'THAT called YOU a fag?' face and keeps on walking. He's right. I deserve better.