After the BCS Bowl

Time: 14:24
Location: The Red Stick

I just returned from a two-day hiatus in New Orleans. Ashley was kind enough to open her home to us, so we drove in on Sunday night ot avoid the traffic and hung out on Monday until it was time to watch the game. After the Tigers won (and really, who thought they wouldn't?) we drifted on down to Bourbon Street.

It was about three or so hours into the night when Dave showed up. Confession: I am insanely attracted to Dave. Insanely. He has these great eyes and nice face and ok body...but what really drives me wild is the voice. It's deep and soft, and I just want to wrap myself in it like a comfy old blanket. The good news is, he's gay. The bad news is, he isn't attracted to me at all.

Is there anything worse? I look at Dave and I see potential boyfriend material, not just a quick hookup (although I wouldn't be opposed to that either!). But no matter how coy I play or how desperate I am, it doesn't matter. He is immune to my charms. And my drunken text messages. And my drunken AIM conversations. In a way, really, I almost feel bad for him. I've told him that I'm attracted to him. I've asked him out on a date. He knows this. But due to mutual friends, we still maintain contact with one another. The craziest thing is that at times it feels like we're ex-boyfriends and everybody is avoiding the pink elephant in the room.

The saddest part of this is that I feel to blame. I've tried. I've deleted his AIM screename from my buddy list, taken off his phone number from my cell, everything I could think. Then, shortly before the Bowl, he initiated contact again. And I was hooked.

Awkward feelings and a pounding headache don't do wonders for one's attitude, so Amanda and I left Bourbon around 3:30, which for, those of you who don't know, is early. Sometimes I think I should try to be straight; boys seem to be so much trouble. Then I listen to my girlfriends, and realize that women are crazy, as a species, and only a straight man would try to touch that with a ten foot pole.