My closest friend is always In and Out of "love". Wheather it be an attraction to a fellow co-worker or someone she met at a bar and just happen to collect his number. Never the less we are always straight-forward with eachother although the truth can sometimes be a bit harsh.

Manders (my friend) came to me one day in the studio giddy and starry-eyed from her job as a desk clerk in one of the dorms on campus. As she was continuing to bounce around the art studio, I said: "Okay, Manders, spill it. Who is he?" She looked at me and continued to tell me about this sensitive, somewhat attractive guy who happends to be an RA in the dorm she works at. After a half-hour of telling me about work and this guy, she wants me to meet him next time she works. So I proceeded to ask her what is his major, his name, and what does he like to do.

Giddly, she tells me:
His name is Phillip, he is an RA, his major is theater.

I begin to laugh and say: "Sorry sweetheart, but I think he is gay. I don't mean to stereotype, but the stats you gave along w/ him being very sensitive, and a damn good-dresser."

Of course she got pissed, and began telling me I just have to meet him. So I agreed.

Later on in the week she wanted to go shopping and Phillip (not Phill, but Phillip) wanted to tag along. Well, after singing show-tunes the 1/2 hour there and back. Bonus: he performed a dance number of Chistina Aguilera in the parking lot while dropping his Banana Republic bags.... she finally agreed.

Sorry doll face... we'll find you a man.