from the oh-wow-he-talked-to-me dept. My roomm...

from the oh-wow-he-talked-to-me dept.

My roommate came back up stairs and let me know that Garvey (campus food service) was pretty nasty and that he pretty much knew he was gonna be sick later tonight.

"Great" I thought to myself as I headed down to the trough. It *smelled* nasty so I hit the student union again. As I
entered the main commons, this really cute bear cub looks up at me, smiles really big and says "Hey, how's it going?" I smiled back and said it's "It's going well, gonna grab some dinner." I kept walking and turned around to find that *he'd* also turned around.

Now that my gaydar has started recalibrating from the real world to being on campus, it's starting to actually pick up on
things, not just the hormone overload that's been the problem so far.

I'm still working out in my head how to deal with Jason (my roommate) and telling him that I'm not of the heterosexual
persuasion. This will be an interesting event when I come out (or get outted). I still need to find out when the GLBT group(s) meet. I should get involved somewhat with something on campus. I'm not a complete hermit. Besides, where else to find good looking guys that you *know* are at least bi, if not gay.

Anyway, Jason's out for his evening walk. I've noticed he seems to take long sabbaticals out of here. I don't know if he's
just an overly social guy (he doesn't seem it) or maybe he's got a man stashed away somewhere.

Speaking of men, Dallas (one of my neighbour's here in the dorm) is a complete nutcase. He's sorta kinda cute (get a
new hairstyle, PLEASE), but my friend Dan, who helped me move up here, and I *both* got complete hard pings from our gaydar when we met him. He just screams "FAG BOY". We'll see. Maybe he and Jason are having a thing. At least someone is getting some action, Goddess knows I'm not.

Tomorrow should be a slow news day as I have no classes. I'm looking forward to twiddling my thumbs and actually
getting to be gay for another 20-30 minutes in the closeted privacy of my broomcloset errr... dorm room.