I’m sure no one will believe me, so I don’t know why even I’m posting this, but:
I fucked him.
It was almost exactly a year ago. I was visiting a friend who goes to law school at UCLA. We went out to a salsa club (which is one of the few non-nerdy I do well). After dancing a bit, he told me his name and there was a pause, like I should be impressed, and he said, “you know, from Brokeback Mountain?”. And was I was like, “Yeah, I’m from Seattle.” and he laughed. So ended up going back to my friend’s apartment, drank some wine, then he took his boyfriend home, and well…
Anyway, I didn’t realize who he was until I got home and tried to look-up his number on-line.
I think I’ve still got some picture on my old cell phone. I’ll check when I get home.