Hitting my head against the wall.

Crush of the day: a regular Pub Nighter who followed me to the Duplex afterwards (where Michael Isaacs was out sick, and we didn't feel like watching his replacement and the straight crowd he attracted all night), and then to Tortilla Flats for a few more beers and Joe's Pizza for a final snack. He lives a block away from me, as it happens, so I got walked home as well.

The guy, cute as a button, is primarily straight but doesn't use labels to describe himself, and has actually dated a few guys in the past. My courage fortified with a few drinks, I finished the evening by offering him my phone number. He took it, but with the proviso that "I not get the wrong idea. (He's) not looking to date anyone at all right now." Feh. He's fun, though, and has a healthy attitude about substance abuse. We'll see.