Vanessa watched sadly as all her friends paired off with their boyfriends to dance. She had come alone. By choice of course. Still. It was a little sad watching couples dance as she sat at one of the small two person tables.
This was the last straw. One way or another, she was going to find out how to get a boyfriend. She hated being alone on Valentine's day. She hated sitting with her friends at the lunch table, and seeing them talk about their boyfriends.
"Hey, Vanessa." Said a voice as she sat there.
It was a boy from her fourth period Psychology class. She smiled at him. She liked him well enough.
"You here with anyone?" she asked.
"No." he said smiling down at the ground. "I was going to ask someone, but chickened out. You?" he asked.
"No. Hey, wanna go get some fresh air?" she asked.
They went to sit outside in the court yard. He noticed she wasn't looking too happy.
"I'm lagging behind in all the fun." She said as they sat down with their drinks. "Everyone has a boyfriend or girlfriend, and I'm just single. It makes me feel like a weirdo." She confessed.
"Why?" Kevin asked. "Do you feel lonely?"
"No. But everyone else has someone. They look at me strangely because I don't. They look at me strangely because I'm different."
"You are pretty weird." Kevin said gently. "Just kidding." He saw the expression on her face.
"I think I need to go to therapy." She said as she took a sip of her soda. "I think my emotions are broken."
"How about, you're not ready to have a boyfriend?" Kevin said sadly. "Nothing is wrong with you. Eventually, you'll get comfortable enough to ask whoever it is you're attracted to."
That's it. She had never managed to find someone attractive in all these years. Not even a fake middle school romance. She just felt sadder thinking about this.
"Who were you going to ask?" she asked.
"I wanted to ask Selia." He muttered. "In our class."
"You dodged rejection." Vanessa said grinning. "She came with Sam."
"Those two really need to make it official." He muttered. "They break up and get back together every four weeks."
She went home sad that night. She came in around two in the morning. She'd gone to dinner alone. She stopped at a Denny's and got some breakfast. She thought about her situation as she ate.
Her friends knew about her. Or at least, three of her closest friends. She never had been attracted to anyone. She didn't want to date, she didn't want to experiment. She never talked about crushes on celebrities like others did. She didn't talk about teachers the way some girls sometimes do. She never got a crush or infatuation for anyone. Today, it all came crashing down on her.
Was she a freak? Was there something wrong or missing inside her? She felt curious. Yet, not curious enough. She was curious for the wrong reasons. She just wanted to find out what was wrong so she could get her friends to include her in their conversations. She felt indifferent about the fact that she had never dated.
"Hey, Vanessa." Said a soft voice as she walked into the house. Her uncle Cory was in the kitchen. He had a bowl of food in his hand. "How was the prom?" he asked as she hung up her coat.
"It was meh. I guess I expected more."
"Did you dance with anyone?" he asked.
"Not even once."
Cory couldn't understand it. She was so pretty. She had waist length black hair, pretty unusual blue eyes. She was perfect. She has a perfect round ass, and full C cups. He knew her size because he'd over heard her talking to a friend once. She had been in the kitchen and he had walked in on her talking.
"Wanna come downstairs and watch a movie with me?" he whispered.
"You know mom." Vanessa said grinning.
Vanessa's mom didn't very much like her brother. Her father was another story. He loved Cordilia's brother. He and Cory did stuff together all the time.
Her mom hated him. She was the younger one, and he had gotten a lot of attention during their child hood. He was older by five years.
Vanessa was told never to go downstairs at night. She had been caught at least three times. Her mother was livid. She would ground her for a few weeks, and she'd have a fight with Cory. Stuart often tried to smooth things over, but Cordilia didn't budge.
She wouldn't let Vanessa have a car or a smart phone. She had a basic flip phone, and drove her parents' car when it was available. Which was hardly ever.
It didn't matter though. As the years went by, the others got serious about their relationships. She didn't hang out with friends as much as she used to. So she didn't really have a need for the car.
Her father had convinced Cordilia to let Vanessa have a bike. She really liked it. She was very glad to have even one mode of transportation out of her house.
"Well, yeah. Oh well. I guess we can watch something tomorrow." He said smiling. "You can tell me about the prom then."
For the next few weeks, she was silent with her friends. She wanted to figure herself out. She wanted to figure out why no one was attractive to her. She biked to and from school. Summer was coming so the weather was pretty good. She reflected as she rode.
"Mom?" she asked one day after school. She was in the kitchen helping her get ready for dinner.
"Yes?" her mom asked sternly. She was a very no non-sense type of woman. She was always snappy and cold to everyone. Including her husband.
"How did you meet dad?"
"Oh, Vanessa. We met in middle school." She sighed as she cut the potatoes. "He was going out with this other girl, I really hated. He dumped her, and we hooked up. We realized we weren't a match. But mom and his family really wanted us to get together. So here we are."
Vanessa felt her stomach drop. "Mom, that's not true." She said with a grin. "You love dad."
"I do. I love your father. But I still don't think we're compatible."
She went on a rant about how he never took her dancing, or got her flowers. He never took her on nice dates, or gave her breakfast in bed. All things Vanessa had heard before. Same song and dance. She regretted asking her the question.
"Watch that blood pressure, Cordilia." Cory said as he walked in.
"Go get the rest of the pet food out of the car." She snapped. "I asked Stu to do it, but he never listens to me. I ask him to do all this stuff...."
Vanessa and Cory started doing their tasks and tuning her out. It didn't matter if they did, she followed a script. They knew what to say and when. He left to get the pet food shortly after.
A few days later, she went online and read all about sex and romantic attraction. If only there was a way to experience sex, without needing to be in love? But her mom would kill her. She kept a close eye on her anyway. How would Vanessa ever pull it off? Her curfew was at nine for crying out loud.
She stumbled on a website all about asexuality. She felt like the words leapt out at her from the screen. She felt something click inside her.
She must be asexual. This is why she never got boyfriends. It just wasn't arousing to her. She wondered if she should talk to her mom, or stew on it for a while and see what happened. She settled on the second option. No need to alarm and piss off her mother if that wasn't really what it was.
"Savana?" she asked one day as she walked out of the school. "Can I come over to your house? I need to talk to someone."
She called her mom. Cordilia picked up at the first ring. Vanessa asked if she could go to her friend's house.
"I want a picture when you get there."
"Oh my gods. Your mom sounds more unbelievable every day." Savana muttered as she and Vanessa walked home.
She talked for a long time. They talked about LGBT issues. They talked about how sex was like. She noticed Savana was bright red when they talked about sex. Vanessa must not care as much, because she didn't feel a flush or anything different.
"My mom would kill me if I even whisper the word sex." Vanessa said sadly. "Hell, I bet my phone has eyes and ears all the time."
"I've known your family for seven years." Savana muttered. "Your mom is one of the strictest moms I've ever known."
"Which reminds me." Vanessa sighed as she pulled out her phone. "I should probably go. I have to be home for dinner."
She couldn't stop thinking about what Savana had said. Asexual people can still have sex. She just had to find someone she trusted to do it with. She wondered if she was ever going to be attracted to anyone romantically. She was so glad to have talked to Savana though. This was normal. Asexuality was real.
She looked and looked everywhere for that special someone. She couldn't find anyone. All the boys were so immature. All the girls were straight. She feared she'd never be able to experience this.
"What is this obsession with sex you're all of a sudden on?" Savana asked. They were eating lunch in Savana's car.
"Ever since the prom, I've been thinking about how different I am." Vanessa said sadly. "I'm not lonely, but I see all of you getting into relationships and I wonder if I'll ever get there. I mean, if I'm honest with myself, it all doesn't matter. I guess I just want to be included."
"Oh, Vanessa. Don't have sex just to be included. It's not supposed to be like that. It's supposed to be special."