Happy post:

Today at teacher-faculty dinner, I finally met the cute ones--Max and his friends Corry, David, Matt.

I remember making a mental note of the two cutest ones at the beginning of class, and thinking how hot it'd be if they got to know each other. He's also alot more confidant nowadays--must've had sex.

In Italy, the hottest were these three at the Colosseum. But later then this weird non-sexual attraction came over me at the Guggenheim--it made me happy, content, satisfied, at peace, serene, but not hard (though he was cute). I realize that I'm attracted to those that I at least think are attracted to me, unlike most people.

In econ, I realized that this guy Terrance that everyone considers cute, really isn't that hot. Then I realized that all the non-asian kids in that class (all men interestingly) are considered "hot." It seems that at this school, non-asianess implies hotness.