Everyone always talks about how they feel so bad after a night of heavy drinking, but you know what? I feel great. I’m not sure it has anything to do with the drinking, although the drinking didn’t hurt matters.

My point is that things are finally going my way.

Yesterday, I talked with Richard, asking him why he had been so sad last week. He told me it was because his lover left him. The conversation was kind of like this.

Me: Sorry. I wish I knew what to say, but I’ve never had a serious girlfriend.

Richard: Really, not one?

Me: No. It’s been a long time since I’ve gone out with a woman at all.

Richard: Me too. Ha ha.

Me: But you just said your girlfriend left you.

Richard: No, I said my lover left me. You know I’m gay, right?

Me: No. Well, I do now. But how would I have known before?

Richard: Do you seriously not have any "gaydar" at all? I never even had to come out. Everyone knew I would be gay even before I hit puberty. Even my parents knew I was gay.

Me: I don’t really notice stuff like that. Other people have said that before, too. I don’t understand how people can tell another’s sexual orientation by looking at them. Dividing people up by whether they’re gay or straight doesn’t really make sense to me

Richard: Well, how do you divide people up?

Me: I can either picture them laughing at me behind my back, or I can’t. Mostly I can.

So I asked him who it was who left him, mostly to be polite. It turns out that it was J.B., the prick who was with Jane at the Christmas party.

I felt like someone had hit me on the back of the head with a large textbook. If J.B. was gay, then he probably isn’t Jane’s boyfriend, especially since he is (I mean was) Richard’s boyfriend.

Richard started telling me about what happened between him and J.B., but I had a hard time paying attention. I was still trying to wrap my head around this news. Jane’s not taken. Jane’s available!

But I’m standing firm on J.B. being an asshole, to show solidarity with Richard. I told Richard we’d get revenge on J.B. Richard said that wasn’t really his way, but I feel like I owe it to him. I have a few ideas, but nothing I love. I’ll put it on the backburner. I’ll come up with something. I have a mean streak most people would never even suspect.

My next order of business, though, is to go talk with Jane. I’ve avoided her entirely since Christmas, a whole month now. So it’s not a good idea for me to go ask her out right away. First I’ll just go say hi. And then I’ll wait a couple days and drop by and say hi again. By this time next week, though, I’m going to ask her if she wants to go get lunch with me. I could have Richard come along so it doesn’t seem like I’m being too forward. Plus he’ll be around if I freeze up and can’t think of anything to say, which will probably happen at least a couple times.

I’ve got a friend, and I’ve got a plan for getting to know Jane. It’s like the best day I’ve had in nine years.

Now I just need to come up with an excuse to not go visit my brother and everything will be perfect.

Isolation Score: 1