Posts tagged with “gay”

Quick Takes

Just thought I’d throw this out before I head off to dinner. Just a short list today.

• Just like my disdain for the term “webmaster,” I’m also opposed to “power user.” In my experience, power users are people that try to do things for themselves or think they know “a lot” about using computers. Fascinatingly enough, they also seem to come to me to fix their computer more than the average Joe. Why? Because the average Joe is scared out of his mind that he’s going to frig something up. Power user Bob isn’t afraid to attempt an upgrade of his BIOS during a thunderstorm.

  Also, it seems like the only individuals that actually use the term power user are the ones that need emotional reinforcement: they were probably something special back in the days of Windows 3.1. Boy oh boy, they could navigate those DOS prompts like no other. But today, when their biggest tricks involve making your computer faster by doing a “defrag” or “clearing the prefetch,” they’re all washed up.

  If that’s truly the case, then I guess I do feel a little sorry for these guys, though. They’re clinging to their power term like a right-wing nutcase clinging to the sanctity of marriage.

• I cried my eyes out during the House’s season four finale. I’ve never cried that much over a TV show in my life.

• Every week, I get an email from Mint telling me how much money I have left in my bank accounts. I never look forward to it.

  Anyhow, every time I look at it, I cry a little bit and think, “Where is all of my money going!?” And then I realize that I’m paying for my own health insurance and feel only slightly better. Obama Care cannot come fast enough.

That’s all, folks.

I’m a sucker for blondes.

It’s true. And I know what you’re thinking, “How typical. Basta is such an ass.” Well, think what you want, because I’m proud to be a blonde-lover.

So where can I take this? Well, for one, I absolutely despise bleach blonde. It’s disgusting. Most of the time. There are very few people that can pull it off. If it’s natural, well, that’s a different story. But I see those folks with the perfectly-even 100% pop-your-eyes-out blonde hair and it just makes me sick. Highlights? Meh. It depends on who’s wearing them. Some folks were never meant to have blonde on their head. Period.

You know what goes great with blonde hair? Blue eyes. Yup, you heard me right. I’m a sucker for blonde hair and blue eyes. If you have blonde hair and blue eyes and you catch me staring at you, it’s not because you have a zit or because I’m trying to read your mind, it’s because I’m officially lost in your eyes. There. It’s out.

You know who has really great blonde hair and blue eyes? This guy. Yeah, that’s right, Tidus does a hella good job of being suave yet chill. I remember keeping that issue of GameInformer for quite a while. Granted, I wasn’t old enough to understand that I thought he was hot as shit, but don’t we all have childhood crushes? Sure we do. And mine just happened to be a video game character.

Now granted, thee are other folks that get “five stars” in my book. Among my Facebook friends, my hot dark-haired friends definitely outweigh their lighter-haired counterparts. And I’m not sure if I know anybody with striking blue eyes well enough to call them a “friend.” I guess I need to make more blonde friends.

Valentines Day

Wow, here’s an anecdote that will give you an insight into my personal life. If I didn’t know any better, I’d call myself a hopeless romantic. Maybe I am, but I’m going out on a limb and saying “hopeless romantic” is a relative term, so call me what you see fit.

Anyhow, rewind back to February 11, 2009. It’s kind of gloomy out. DeSales is kind of barren. Everybody is going goofy over Valentines day. Who asked who to be who’s valentine, etc. etc. Even DeSales Dining got in on it and sold little stuffed bears that were holding chocolate. Nobody was left out.

So here I am: single, lonely, and totally crushing on a guy from the second floor of my dorm. He went away on a track meet that day, and I was positively swooning over him. I knew he was gay (we’d talked before), but we were “acquaintances” more than “friends.” By a long shot.

Being the creeper that I am, I figured I’d be a cool kid and drop by and wish him luck before he left. Turns out he left before I got up to his room. It figures. I went back to my room and came up with a great plan: I’d get him a teddy bear with the chocolate! Cheesy? Check. Walk past it every day at breakfast, lunch, and dinner? Check. It was so corny that I was giddy with excitement.

Rewind a few weeks. Christmas break had just ended, and we were back to school. I had just met my BFF Carrie and was making friends with my now-roommate Todd. I hadn’t told either of them (or my roommate at the time) that I was gay (and in fact hadn’t come out yet even to my parents). I bought the bear on February 12 and put it on my desk. My roommate asked if I was going to give it to someone, and I said yes, but didn’t give any details. He was giddy just to know that I was giving a stuffed bear to someone. He’s hilarious.

On February 13, one of the friends I had come out to told Carrie and Todd that I was gay. I don’t really know the circumstances or the context (who asked what to whom), so I’ll let the mystery of fate fill in that gap.

On the 14th, both Carrie and Todd were in my room. My roommate was out (probably DnD) and we were playing Mario Kart. I only had two Wii Wheels, so they were taking their turn while I took a break. I knew that the track team was returning that day and knew the times and places like the back of my hand. I made sure I even knew how they did, what the weather was like, etc.

Along with the bear, I had made a card, but after five or six cheesy drafts, I tossed it out. I’d thought about buying one, but the logistics didn’t work with my plan. While Carrie and Todd were playing, I nonchalantly (so I thought) picked up the bear and excused myself. Both of them apparently took notice, and from what I learned later, had a panicked conversation once I was gone over what they should do when I got back.

I went upstairs and delivered the bear. I remember the guy was in his underwear. He didn’t seem to like it very much, but I don’t really blame him. I didn’t really pass it off as a valentines gift, which I suppose was a mistake, but he thanked me and I went on my way. When I got back to my room, my friends seemed inquisitive but had more self restraint than I think I would have (keep in mind, I didn’t know that they knew I was gay). If I remember correctly, they asked where I went and whether I delivered the bear. It was kind of awkward, but I lived through it.

Did anything ever come of my Valentines Day crush? Nope. Do I wish something did? Yeah, yeah I do. I’m not going to dwell in the past, though, and it’s a moot point to try to push anything further than it’s already been dragged along. It reminds me of National Lampoon’s Vacation when they forget the dog is tied to the car and drive away. The dog was miserable and unhealthy, but there’s no need to keep it tied to the bumper once it’s dead.

I guess the point of this was just to talk about the lesson learned here. No, it’s not a depressing lesson either. What I learned was that if I didn’t take that opportunity and go for what I wanted, I would have never gotten a yes or a no. Granted, I got a “no” out of the deal, but I’d take a “no” over “not sure” any day. So that’s the lesson of the evening: take your chances and go for something that you otherwise wouldn’t, even if there’s a good chance you’ll fail—otherwise, you’ll never succeed.