Male, Gay , and Fabulously Interesting I Am Not

I feel like I met a celebrity.

In these times of reality television, almost anyone can be a celebrity to someone else. In my case, the celebrity that I "stalk" is named Toby. He writes an immensely funny, entertaining, and very popular blog that I read every day.

The reason I'm excited is because he put a link to my blog on his blog. That means he's read my blog... and that makes me oh-so excited.

By now, you are probably calling me a dork and yes, I admit it. I am totally dorky for thinking that this 22-year old that lives in Washington D.C. is special enough for me to get excited when he links his blog to mine.

But you have to understand: I see Toby as the person I would be if I didn't want to be the person I am. If you read it, you'll find that Toby is pretentious, cocky, vain, intelligent, good-looking, funny, verbose, slutty, studly, and likes to drink. I sometimes wish that I could be like him... but I choose not to be because I can't.

I guess I'm doing what lots of people do: living a dreamed life through another person. That's not to say that I'm not comfortable in my own skin--I really like who I am. I have close relationships with my immediate and extended family, great friends, and a gorgeous boyfriend who I want to spend the rest of my life with.

I'm 22, just like Toby, but different... and that's okay. When I read posts like this, I'll appreciate the person I am and dream of a person that I could never be.