Everywhere I turn I always here about how women are so confusing. It's all over tv, and movies, and half the guys I know say it all the time. You, know, women aren't confusing at all. Women are logical. Or at least when they aren't, they're logically illogical (no, I am not drunk. And, yes, it does make sense if you think about it). It seems to me that the more confusing sex, is in fact, men. Men make no sense. They are sooooo much more confusing than any woman could possibly be. And I'm a guy. And I confuse myself half the time. It is ridiculous. For those of you enlightened enough to understand what I'm talking about, no, this is not a recent realization. I've known this for a few years now, but this weekend has only solidified it's truthfulness.
I don't know what it is, but my love life seems to come in spurts. I can go for months at a time with nothing. Nobody at all shows any interest in me whatsoever. It doesn't matter how hard I try to meet people, I get nothin'. And then, all of a sudden, I am surrounded by guys who are attracted to me. Example number one. I meet my first boyfriend, Mike, when I was a senior in high school. Throughout the entire time I am dating him, I am constantly being hit on by other guys online. All these people want to meet me and date me, and whatever. I break up with Mike, boys are no longer wanting to date me. A year goes by. I'm in college. I post a personals ad on planetout. I get nothing. Until one November, when I get all these responses. I date a couple of them (not at the same time) and when that's over, nothing. Last summer comes around. I have four boys trying to date me over the course of the summer. Five, if you count my manager. School starts: nothing. And nothing it has been until this past weekend.
So, I decide to take my friend Steve to The Run because he needs to meet some other gays guys, and be introduced to the typical gay scene in Omaha. Plus, I really really needed a break and a random boy to make out with after all my frustrations with Scott. But, anyway, we go to The Run, along with Tabby and Jason. We're having fun dancing and all, and then I notice this really, really cute guy dancing around. And this guy is the epitome of everything that I look for in a guy physically. And inch or so shorter than me, dark hair, captivating eyes, slim body, athletic, but not too muscular, treasure trail, and nice, muscular, hairy legs. Anyway, I watch this guy for a while, not knowing if he is, in fact, gay. So, after a half an hour or so, he's dancing right next to our little group. So, I make my way over next to him. And, in the typical fashion, I dance a little closer, and a little closer, seeing if he moves in closer too, until we're bumping and griding. Well, to make a long story short, we got along very well. We talked a little, made out a little, did a little bit more, and he invited me back to his place. Very regretfully, I had to decline, but I got his number, and I am to call him. And, I can not wait until I do call him, because he is hella hot. But, anyway, after that evening, I was feeling pretty good. I come back to school today for play practice, and I'm talking with Scott. And he asks how it went at The Run (the butt head was supposed to come too, but being typical Scott, he ditched). I showed him the number I got, and he wanted to know the story, and all the juicy details . . . So, I gave it to him. After practice, he wants to hang out. So we watch a movie and order a pizza. Around 1:00 we finally get to studying. So, he comes over to my room. Where I am promptly messaged by John. John is horny and wants me to go over to his house tomorrow night. Scott oversees the conversation, and proceeds to flirt and make suggestive comment and smirk at me for the remainder of the evening, thus destroying and concentration that I can normally hold onto around the boy . . .
So, I meet a hot boy that likes me. I get a booty call from another hot boy that likes me. And I have a hot boy (who claims that he is straight) that I am helplessly in love with, begin to take a very curious interest in my love life, and flirt with me worse than he ever has before. Why? I don't understand. I am so confused. Part of me wants to date the new hot boy. Part of me wants to continue flings with old hot boy, and another part of me feels guilty for being attracted to other boys besides Scott and wants me to drop everything and wait for him. And I don't know which one to listen to . . .
Eric 4/14/2003 02:40:00 AM
