Chrisonomicon

Thursday, June 22, 2000

Every class, I make a little progress with Nick. Not much, mind you, but any advancement is good. Last night, I was determined to spill and tell him I'm gay. After all, as Tara says, if he and I are going to be friends, I should be myself. I couldn't do it, though. The thing that amazes me is that I'm able to tell people all over the world through my website, yet the courage eludes me when it comes to these types of situations.

Leif, Nick, and I were discussing the latest homework assignment and Nick mentions all the trouble he's having so I did what any hard-up, gay man would do for his gorgeous, straight friend: I told him I'd be glad to help him out. His response: "Yeah, I'll definitely have to come over to your house one of these nights so you can work on this with me." Yow! He just invited himself over to my house. Naturally, I nodded my head like the little doggie in the back of the car window.

For the second day in a row, I offered to give him a ride to his car and, on our way over, we discussed weekend parties. My plan was to ask if he had a girlfriend, get an answer, he'd ask me the same question back, and then I'd lay it on him: "No, I'm gay." That seemed logical. Unfortunately, things didn't turn out that way, his response being, instead, "No, I don't have a girlfriend right now. I'm sick of girls. I want a challenge, but I don't want the hassles of a relationship right now."

Is it okay to read between the lines here, or is he merely stating the honest truth?