Apology from the Drunken Idiot

Last night after dinner, I hung around in hotel lobby with several classmates, drinking wine and beer and relaxing. The crowd went in mass to the mall across the street to do a bar crawl, except for me and the guy who drunkenly stated to me this past weekend that there were no good songs on my iPod.

In the elevator on the way upstairs, he apologized for the comment. Honestly, I had forgotten about it (except for jotting it down in here) and didn't think I had been cold to him during the week. I was impressed. Most people wouldn't have had the strength of character to do that, especially since he didn't know me that well. Kudos to him!

My group crush

The presentation is over. Out of ten groups we were the last, sheer torture. It went alright, but I wasn't impressed. Still, we passed.

One of my group, "Farah," has a crush on me I think. She's Indian, about 10 years older, and married. It's been a bunch of little things. She wanted me to come up to her room to discuss the project this week, she begged for one of my cartoons I had drawn, she always wanted to go over things with me alone, she asked me to dinner last night, and she said, "Hello, handsome," to me this morning as a greeting.

Ugh! Never a problem I have had before I admit, but this was creepy. She's married and I don't go after women, but it's never a comfortable subject for me. I guess I'm still not terribly comfortable saying, "I'm gay," to strangers. That begs the question, how "out" am I? Any thoughts from the peanut gallery?