I think it's time for Aunty Piper to tell another story. So, I suggest taking a comfortable seat and relaxing, if you couldn't tell I'm a ranter.
Once upon a time, I liked a boy. He was charming, polite, humorous, intellectual - everything I've looked for in a potential boyfriend. We really hit it off, but somehow, becoming friends let his guard down and he turned into a vicious creature. His whole demeanor flipped- it was atrocious. I could not believe him. So, I gave up on that crush because clearly, to him, I was just "one of the guys" now. A few weeks later, on my way home I began questioning myself.

Is it you? Are you gross and scummy? Do guys think you're a homosexual? Do you act like a lesbian? No, no there is no specific way a lesbian acts. But, why don't guys like you? Is there something wrong? Are you a lesbian? Is that why you have trouble dating guys?
The whole interrogation left me light headed and confused. I didn't know what was wrong with me, or if I were straight anymore.

At school, I gave subtle hints to people close to me about my misguided talk with myself, but they would laugh and brush it away. It was a matter I had to take care of myself, I just didn't know how.
I had honestly tried to see myself with other lesbians at my school, but I couldn't do it. Maybe I needed time, but I couldn't will myself to change who I was attracted to.
I realized later that I don't like girls, my compass points to boys and I don't swing that way. I talked to my friend about the sensitive topic, and she told me, and I quote, "Why does it matter? You are you, and if he doesn't like you that's his loss. I know you're a little mixed up about this, so I want you to know that no matter what, I'm here. Don't worry, I know you'll figure it out."

And I did. She was right. I'm straight, and he wasn't the right one. No matter who you like, just be you. If they don't like you, they don't like you. You have to figure yourself out and accept yourself, as well as be able to make yourself happy before you involve another person in that equation.

I like to make everyone feel wanted and loved, and I love you. I accept you for who you are, and don't let anyone tell you different. I love how unique you are, you keep doing you.