I am in love with a gay guy.
I am tres, tres pathetico.
Or a driver's license.
Godddddd. Why must I have an obsessive fetish for gay guys? I don't mean just bisexual emo kids, I mean FLAMING, lispy, limp-wristed GAY dudes. It's crazy. One of those things I want, but absolutely can not have. I wish I could at least find a flaming boy to be one of my best friends. I'd do anything to have one. We could go shopping together, and have sleepovers [hahahahahahahahaha]...
Sigh.
There's this guy at Carabba's, a kickass Italian restaurant, and he's got those adorable emo glasses... And he got his hair coloured, so now it's a rich burgundy red, with a little black thrown in random places... GOD. I want to melt when I look at him. He's total eye candy. When I start driving, I'm seriously going to stalk him. Last night, as I passed him while returning from the lavatory, I said to him, "I really like your hair like that." and he said to me, "Oh, thank you! I like yours like that, too!"
CALLING ALL GAY DUDES! GIVE ME A CALL ON MY CELL AT 706-415-3343.