Even at summer camp, the smart, funny, nice ones are either married or gay.
Making me think it's almost genetic or something, I have just been on an INXS Kick-inspired nostalgia rush and discovered that the first boy I had a really serious crush on, the first boy I ever slowed danced with, seems to be gay. (Evidence is that he is in the LGBT alliance and student support program at the university he works in. Evidence part 2 is that he is in the theater department.) (Thank you Google.) This brings my total to 4. I didn't even know what gay was then. Why, why? What exactly is my problem - for 18 years? Gah.