Note: I've changed everyone's names for their sake.

It all started about three weeks ago. I was a senior, on my last run in highschool. It was the day before my birthday, and I was so damn excited: I mean, it's my birthday. Doesn't everyone like to be born? Plus, I was eighteen-the start of freedom! It was all going great, until some of my friends threw me a party. They decided that they would hire a stripper. She was moderately pretty, I suppose. Blonde hair, red lips, big boobs. Typical. I wasn't excited or anything.

That's when I realized that I was different than all my friends. While they watched with their jaws dropped as the girl danced around in her undergarments, I watched this guy named Ray's ass move back and forth as he danced with his (what appeared to be) girlfriend. There was no denying it-I was gay. It's not like I dislike being gay, hell, if I would have realized sooner I'd probably be a happier person. It was just that all my friends assumed that I was straight. Assumed that I wanted some stripping bimbo at my party. Assumed that I was normal.

I mean, I am moderately normal. I'm about 5'9", a little underweight from all the running (I'm on the track team, which makes me skinny), with dark blond hair and really modest brown eyes. Nothing really special. My hair was longer-surfer style that you can see in magazines. I really don't try hard for my appearance and I'm still quite attractive. I guess I'm lucky that way.

"Hey there, big boy," The stripper said, "Would you like to see something special?" Hell no. I'm gay. But I nod unenthusiastically, so that my friends get their money's worth. It really was a crappy birthday, if I do say so myself. But then I looked over to Ray again, while jailbait shook her ‘goodies' in my face, and I smiled. He smiled back. I felt so... complete?

Well it was a week after that, and I was watching some crappy cartoons on the telly. Ever notice how much more retarded the cartoons are getting? Maybe it's just that we're getting smarter, but hell, this ‘Squirrel Boy' shit is ridiculous. Anyways, back to my story. Ray was so hot. 6' at least, half Latino on his mother's side-though it only showed in his tan skin, and he had a great ass. He was well built with muscle, able to lift me and throw me across the room probably. And he wasn't overly built like Arnold German-face. He had the most gorgeous green eyes, and jet black hair. He put it up in spikes a lot, making him so much more cuter.

Let's face it-I'm in love.

I don't know if I should pursue though. He's bisexual...he's had three boyfriends before. But I don't know if I'm really good enough. I mean-Ray's just so...damn sexy. And I'm just...whatever. I just need advice on how to talk to him without becoming a social mess. Please, help?

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by Anonymous on Dec 9, 2008 at 2:41 AM

There is only one way to talk to someone and that is to just go up and tell them now you feel. What can it hurt to let him know just what is on your mind you never know him may feel the same way about you. You will never know if you do no talk to him about now you feel and if you two are friends he will still be your friend. Ask him to go out for dinner and see were thing go.

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