Does anyone else out there ever get GIANT crushes on the effeminate or homosexual men in their lives?

And I don't mean in that bitter, heterosexual female, all-the-good-ones-are-gay way.

I mean in the I-want-to-make-margaritas-and-watch-a-Real-World-marathon-with-you way.

Yes. I know I've mentioned it before. But Greg, the Reading Specialist from San Francisco, is back in town to observe us. And it's the bright spot in my Monday morning.

I want to have in-depth conversations with him about American Idol and airport bagel shops. And I want to braid his hair.