So THANK GOD I don't drink at parties, as a rule with few exceptions.

I liked him, I liked him so much. He was so CUTE I kept melting! And I should start recognizing it as my gaydar activating..... I just love the gays, what can I say...


I don't know anymore, if I wanted his attention or him, specifically. I'm betting attention, because I really want attention anyway, and lots of it, only I don't want it. Because I don't know what to do with it, when I get it. [it. a weak euphemism, if it's even one]

Just a brief interlude, trying to convince myself, that in a room full of professional dancers, I wasn't bloody fucking obvious to everyone present.

Hopefully, not everyone paid enough attention to figure that one out. Maybe I imagined the pitying looks.

[yeah, right.] [I'm a fag hag. can I get a t-shirt?]


Kill me now?