The other night B and I were sitting in the alcove in front of the coffeehouse just chilling and hanging out and talking with people, and this one guy who goes to one the predominately male private college in the area came over and sat with us.

Now this guy is friends with most of the guys who are in that schools gay organization, but they have always said he was straight, and I guess he says he's straight. Mean while I didn't know this....

So we're sitting here, and this guy is a bit of a flamer...or so it seems, or so I think. And he invites B to go out to the club and go dancing with all of them. ..the club happens to be a gay bar that some of our friends go to. ..And since B loves to dance, he's excited about going.....It wasn't until he was on his way to work the next day that he realized that the guy was hitting on him. ...and he tells me this.

That's when I told him that I was confused, because at one point B got up to go and talk with some other people, and left me alone with this guy, and he started to hit on me!!! I mean, he's a really nice guy, and he's not to bad looking, but It confused the hell out of me because I was convinced he was gay!

See he drove several hours to the coffeehouse to 'grade papers' but he hadn't ended up doing that, or even going in and getting a drink, and the place was about to close. ...So he tells me that he doesn't really go there to grade papers specificly, mainly for the atmosphere and to talk to people. ...and how some day he hopes that he will be sitting there and have a girl sit down and start studying with him, though it hadn't happened yet. ...One time this girl walked over and asked if the seat was taken, and he got all excited, and said that it wasn't, and of course, instead of sitting down, she took the chair.

So yeah, this guy hit on both B and Me. I think he's just as confused about his sexuality as we are. ....I mean it's not like we care if he's gay or not, it just caught us both off guard.

Yeah, exactly....

So at one point B had to go off and get some things in the back. (the coffeeshop has an island in the middle of the food court on campus..) ...So there was no way in hell I was going to have him leave me alone with this guy. I scampered off the the bathroom before he left, and I took an extra long time, hoping he would be gone when I got back. Washed my hands extra well, and used the hand dryer, drying each hand seperately until they were both completely dry.

So when I went back out he was still there, but he did leave shortly. ...Once he was gone B told was like "Crawford has a boner for Raven".. and I told him that I was glad that it wasn't just me who caught it... ..He proceeded to tell me how this guy thought I seemed like a low maintance girl (I was having a 'I'm a lazy artist' day.) because my jeans had wholes and my nail polish was chipping. B told him otherwise. ...And he told B that there are 3 things he is long for in a girl. 1. sport-fucking. 2. conversation. ...and the third B couldn't remember because 'sportfucking' had been so distracting. ....Oh and the guy asked if I had a boyfriend, and B told him that he didn't know, but he'd ask. ...God Bess that boy.

I mean, sportfucking! He's in is 30's! I look about 12! ...people always think I'm maybe 18...it's insane. When I go to bars the stare the longest time at my ID. It's like, Gee people I'm 22!