Today I sat by this absolutely stunning, dreamy boy at a farmers market. There was something about him, his masculine tank top, his tan and his athletic arms. I didn't recognize him at first, until later I realize he was in my psychology class in high school. I sat next to him in psychology and never said more than a few words to him. He wasn't nearly as attractive back then, either. Admittedly, I stalked him later today on facebook. Shocking. He's gay. One of my best friends is gay. I love gay people. However, I am always disappointed once I find out I've been swooned by a gay man. The first gay man being one of my best friends. My gaydar failed me by this guy's astonishingly good looks and body. Again, I was in disbelief. I didn't want to believe this. He has gay friends and more-than-friendly man hugs in his pictures on facebook. Nothing earlier today even signaled to me that he is gay. He didn't have a gay voice or a gay poise about to him. Perhaps, this is why he was uninterested when I started my small talk with him. And now I'm out to believe that the rest of the male population I do meet and happen to swoon over is probably gay.
