Sometimes I wish I can agree when people say that I might be asexual. I feel like it will be a tad bit, just a little tiny bit easier to answer when they ask why I never had a boyfriend. But that would be dishonesty because I have sexual desires, I just don’t feel as strongly compelled to act on it because my social anxiety – my fear of judgment – is stronger.
I don’t even have to explain myself, and I know that. But society is having a hard time wrapping it’s head around the fact that a woman can live up to 30 years without getting into a romantic relationship. It’s a deviation from the norm, and the norm doesn’t like it when you deviate from them.
So when you say no, I’ve never been in a relationship, they’ll look at you like you’ve grown two heads, and they ask why, why, why. As if it’s a bad thing. As if it’s a crime. And you’re being interrogated, in a dim room only illuminated by the light swinging above your head, the policemen (detectives?) on their feet, their bodies leaning toward you, their eyes about bulge out, just inches away from your face. They’re unmoving but you feel as if your arm is being twisted, and you try to rack your head to come up with answers just for them to stop.
Sometimes I wish I could lie. Sometimes I wish I could say I didn’t have a boyfriend in high school because my parents were strict, but in college I met someone at a house party, he’s a nerd but he’s cute, on weekends we stay in our pajamas all day at his place, eating pancit canton while watching torrented movies.
Sometimes I also wish I just shut up. Subtly walk away when a group has moved from talking about income tax returns to traveling with their significant others. Try to change the topic and bring up memories of our trips to Tagaytay when a relative asks when I’ll get married. Say “I no longer want to talk and would like to stay quiet” when a cab driver pries too much into details of my life.
But it seems like if there is one thing I feel strongly compelled to do, it is to tell the truth when I am being asked.
So yeah. I will still say no when they ask if I have a boyfriend, still say “I’ve never been in a relationship.” Frankly, I am tired. Not only because I cannot come up with answers enough to make them feel satisfied, but because I have to answer.
I wish they would stop asking.