Although it might sound like an ego boost more than anything, which is definitely not my intention, I'm sick of chicks falling for me instead of guys.
On the weekend when I go to parties, I get to meet all these people. And half of them tends to be whipped bitches, some drunk, some easy, some sleezy, and given those preconditions it's not hard for them to fall for me. Point is, while it's flattering knowing someone likes me, it is also disheartening every single time to know it's a girl and not a guy.
We exchange numbers, we chat, we bond, I could definitely get them if I wanted to (and a part of me almost would just to know I could - instead of it being such a... 'waste' - hard to describe that feeling). Why can't I like them? My guy mates are jealous at how easy I 'pick up' girls, yet it only culminates in frustration.
The only redeeming factor:
Funny thing is those girls will ask my mates to set us up, leading to the stories on Mondays of my mates reenacting their reactions after they tell them "He's gay."
Only one time have I ever dated a boy I met at a party. Well, I guess that doesn't happen to everyone at high school. I've been lucky already I suppose.
Being gay... definitely a handicap. In a myriad of ways.