My very first boyfriend married his partner this weekend. I hope Joey and Roberto have a long and happy life together. I'm wondering if my ability to befriend gay guys is me needing to befriend gay guys or if gay guys just happen to like me. One of my openly (open to me at least) gay college friends used to beg me to spend the night in bed with him. I always suspected he just wanted the football players down the hall to notice me doing the walk of shame the next morning. Now I'm wondering. Maybe I'm a gay dude stuck in a chubby middle aged chick's body.
Never mind, if I was a gay guy I'd do stuff like decorate, shop, coordinate my outfits, use hair products. I'm not a gay guy. I'm not even a metrosexual guy. I'm a hipster. Just like Matt.
Maybe I'm just so smoking hot everyone falls helpless to my hotness.
Somewhere in this blog is the story of how once I thought I had joined the friendliest gym on the planet but then I realized I had joined the gay/lesbian gym and the friendly ladies in the locker room were really just sizing me up.
Head in the clouds? Yes, that is me.