So, hi, in case you forgot! I have man problems! And this one is real and true! (Duh) So let me start from the beginning:

First time I even ever noticed him was in U.S. History in High School (I'm in college now), we were both juniors. He sat in front of me for the first couple months until we had our seats changed, he moved to-wherever he did. The only thing he ever did that caught my attention was mostly him stretching and almost always getting me in the face (this was before I fell for him...I'll get to that).

Then came senior year, I didn't really care/notice him. He once passed by me and I swear he was looking at either my jeans or my crotch and didn't stop looking until I passed him...anyway...then came that one day...

I was walking in the hallway, trying to get exercise on my free period, and I came down the hall where he had class. The door to the class he was in was open and he was seated right next to the door, he looked at me (and lemme tell you, he was slouched in his seat) then he immediately straightened up while looking at me. We were looking at each other until I went past the door. I continued for the next...couple weeks I think, going to that same spot at the same time (stalker much? I was young and foolish), and almost always he looked at me and didn't stop looking at me until I was out of his view. Eventually the -of-a-teacher permanently closed the door, and I was finished with that.

Then we started seeing each other more often (like in the halls, not like-you know), and he always looked at me.

One day I was going with my father to the exit to the school, for some appointment I had, and he looked at me until I passed him, and lemme say this, he was in a conversion with his friends but halted that just to stare at me (and I might as well say this, if my dad knew that, he would probably punch the boy).

Then the next semester came about and we rarely saw each other. Then I found him sitting with a group of his friends every Monday, Wednesday , and Friday on my free period. I would pass by there almost every day to talk to one of my favorite teachers, well...that was my excuse.

That was pretty much all that happened...but the stares he gave me were...not what other straight men give me. It was intense (in a way). And by then I had fallen for him...for some stupid reason.

Then I befriended the GAYEST guy in my school, and he told me that the guy and his friend had before. Which made me immediately question his intentions.

When I talked with my friends, they all say he is confused with his ual orientation.

When we finally graduated, he went to a different college than what his friends did. BUT! and I put that in caps because...he then transferred to-wait for it-a college that is closer to my house (like 20 minutes away)...and I have no clue why!

Random Facts About Him:

1. He has a girlfriend (they started dating when we (me and him) started seeing each other less)

2. He is cute

3. He is muscled

4. He is practically a younger version of this other guy I used to like.

5. His friends and he were once talked about something with the topic: "Gay"

WHAT DO YOU GUYS THINK?!