....damn you, estrogen and fate

Okay, there's this guy on my floor.

He's cute and pretty and sweet. He has curly hair and plays the violin.

Needless to day, Star has been rather blushy and ohgodhe'stalkingtome! around him.

Today, I passed him going to dinner. Glee!

But he was holding hands with someone. Darn.

...with a guy. Damn it.

I'm worried he caught my "oh damn it why are the cute ones gay" and thought I was disgusted. I'm not, of course. I may have to explain, at some point...

...or I can hold out hope that the dim light had failed me and it wasn't really him. And even if it was him he might not have seen me...

*sigh*