So there’s this guy (don’t you love when stories start like that?),
We’ve flirted on and off for a few months on the various gay sites of doom, but recently we’ve actually talked a bit more, after I actually saw him in person for the first time at the bar, but of course didn’t say anything until after I’d left and messaged him on Grindr. So though we’ve been talking more, it still seems like things aren’t going anywhere, when I know he’s interested in me at least somewhat, because when I stop responding to him, he’ll say something cute to get my attention again. Yet when I ask a question for more info about him, or ask if we could meet at the bar for drinks sometime, I get kinda deaded. I’m a little annoyed, I want something to happen, he seems like a cool enough guy.
Then there’s that Brazilian guy I danced with a few weeks ago and still haven’t had the balls to talk to since, plus he ignored my Facebook friend request, so there’s that.
There’s this freshman (I KNOW I KNOW) who’s really cute and seems sweet, but I don’t even wanna bother trying to talk to him even though I recently refriended him on Facebook after defriending him for some reason before. I don’t wanna bother attempting anything because I know it’s worthless, plus my relations with freshmen always lead to trouble, and I’m a college student for like a week and a half more.
Somewhat unrelated, he who shall not be named tried to ever so casually prance by me and Evan in the campus center today. It was funny, because I only saw him from behind and immediately thought, “Ooh, cute gay boy,” then as he turned the corner, I saw his face, and my stomach dropped before the intense anger came back into me. And the nerve of him having a tote bag almost like the one I had until recently… But hey, only a few more days and I’ll never have to worry about ever seeing him again, unless he decides to try to drag his boyfriend through my store again. -_-
Finals start Friday, yay~