So, I overcame a certain kind of fear yesterday and approached a guy on the street (at Pride) and told him he’s good looking. We started talking and turns out he was into me. We made out and then he went home with me. We hooked up (kind of, since I haven’t done anal in years). He gave me the feeling of being so special, he know just what to say, he was sweet… just perfect. But it was a hook up. Why is my stupid gay ass now only thinking about him?!