Oh me, oh my...what a fucking week! There's been one thing on my mind and that's been boys. A boy, as a matter of fact. A really beautiful lad whom I know absolutely nothing about, other than his name and the fact that he has a (not-so-nasty) habit of checking me out in the hall. I decided this week that I was tired of just having eye-sex and wanted to actually get to know this kid. It started with a little "hey" on Wednesday and continued to giving him a little note with my number Friday. I'm still waiting for a call back and it's driving me C-R-A-Z-Y! I really have no idea if he will because I have no idea if he's gay or straight. Even though he was looking at me, there's really no sure-fire way to know. Thus, I'm a nervous mess. (But still happy deep down that I actually went for this obese risk.) Cross your fingers for me...or your testicles or something.