A Gay Old Happy Time

So it's winter session 2005, 2 weeks before finals start. I'm sitting studying with this guy I met a few weeks ago. Let's call him C. So C's really cute and smart and actually seems to enjoy talking to me and listen to my stupid jokes. And for once we're alone because it's 5pm and everyone's gone home, even T the flamboyantly gay science geek who's half in love with C and constantly hitting on him. He's studying. I'm all packed up waiting for my bus. I work up my courage. I can ask him out. Simple. I poke him. He looks up.

NL: Can I ask you something?
C: Sure... What's wrong? [he stops everything and looks up at me seriously]
NL: ... [chickens out]
C: Are you okay?
NL: Yeah... I just wanted to know... Are you gay?
C: ... No... Are you?

So I answered him "no!" shot him a scared look, told him I'd see him "later" and bolted out of there as fast as I could. And that was the last time I talked to him. Now my friends enjoy this story so much I figured I should share it with the world. And the sad thing is, he actually looked a little disappointed when I asked him the wrong question. I always wondered if he would've said yes. I see him randomly around campus at the oddest times now. Like when I'm sprawled across a bench sleeping and I open my eyes for 2 seconds to make sure, you know, the world hasn't exploded while I slept.