My first gay party
I can't do it. I'm not a party person. I'm sorry.
I don't enjoy dancing. I don't enjoy drinking. I don't enjoy acting gay.
I'm not bitter about the night. I wasn't unhappy; I was just not involved.
"I'm sorry," I told Adam right before I headed for the door. "There's only one reason I stayed as long as I did."
Opening the door I emerged into downtown Evanston--a world that was cold and still and empty and dark. I had just spent several hours in a small throbbing apartment, and the transition was abrupt.
And that leaves me with my first college crush.
I don't enjoy dancing. I don't enjoy drinking. I don't enjoy acting gay.
I'm not bitter about the night. I wasn't unhappy; I was just not involved.
"I'm sorry," I told Adam right before I headed for the door. "There's only one reason I stayed as long as I did."
Opening the door I emerged into downtown Evanston--a world that was cold and still and empty and dark. I had just spent several hours in a small throbbing apartment, and the transition was abrupt.
And that leaves me with my first college crush.