Interesting

I'm sitting over in the Culp Center in front of the University Press Convenience Center. The old lady who runs it came over and commented on my hair. That's actually pretty normal, especially for women (and probably helped by RJ shampooing, conditioning, brushing, and then braiding it before I left Saturday). She said she had been sitting over there admiring it while she worked (she's on lunch break). She asked me what kind of girls I was into...I just said, "Well...I'm into guys." Well, it turns out she has a gay son and thinks that the gay population here in the JC should be allowed to decide what's gonna be done to make the city better. Also, there's apparently a gay florist here that makes really beautiful arrangements (I might just look for him when I can afford to get some flowers for RJ).