A Gay Love Story – Avatar Koo and The FGXBF (Part 1)

August 3rd, 2009

I’ve twittered about my Finnish gay ex-bf (FGXBF) many times. He travels to NYC often for his job, and always calls me when he’s in town.

My Twitter followers could say he’s a minor re-occuring character in my life. After all, we get into amusing mis-adventures together, usually ending the night with me in a cab back home…and him having sex with a random stranger back in his hotel room.

However, during my teenage years, FGXBF was not merely a minor character – he was a major character. The MAIN character.

Yes – a gay Finnish boy was my first love.

Love At First (Back) Sight

I was 16-years-old, sitting on a bench outside my high school with my younger sister. We were waiting for my mom to pick us up.

My sister had just finished cheerleading practice, and she was doing some of her math homework.

Me, I had safety pins in my ears and pink Manic Panic stripes in my pigtails (don’t hate – I was deep in my punk phase). I stayed late because I was too uncoordinated to drive a car and too stuck-up to take the school bus home.

Anyways, I was staring off into space when I saw a willowy boy walking down the street. He had a slouchy gait, skinny (NOT wigger wide) jeans that were half falling off his ass, and a gray newsboy cap worn backwards. I could only see his back, and yet I just knew.

I turned to my sister, “this is the boy I’m going to fall in love with.”

She probably rolled her eyes. After all, I fell in love with a new boy every month or so.

Instant BF/GF

The next morning, I saw that familiar slouchy gait from the corner of my eye. Walking towards me. He was beautiful. Bleached blonde hair, hazel eyes, and cheekbones that threatened to give you papercuts. 

 (Turns out, he had just moved host families, and registered to attend my high school on that unilaterally fateful day before).

He was new, alone, trembling. A European in a schmancy East Coast suburb populated by Jews and Asians.

I immediately linked my arms through his. “Let’s be best friends,” I said.

“Ok!” he responded. He had a clipped Nordic accent – cross between German and British.

Less than 10-minutes in a new school, FGXBF had a gf. And for a Euro-phile suburban girl who watched re-reuns of “Are You Being Served” rather than “Beverly Hills 90210″ – FGXBF was the cat’s fucking meow.

Little did I know that such exotic property would be coveted by other girls.

And that perhaps…girls weren’t his cup of tea?

Keep reading the rest : Part 2 ::

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