Be Clear, If You Are Gay, Part 2: Jackson

I met Jackson late in the summer of 2011; we worked together as baristas at a pseudo-Starbucks coffee shop.

Things started off well: I fell for him the first day we worked together. He had the same sparkly eyes as Patricio, and they reduced me to a warm putty. (Isn't that weird... I fell for two gay guys that had sparkly eyes...)

Anyway, Jackson asked me for my number the very first day. After that, we had many scintillating conversations at work, and the flirting was so out of control that our manager started assigning us to do separate tasks to keep us from talking to each other.

One day, Jackson decided to make a frappuccino for himself, so that he could try it. He asked me if I wanted to share the drink with him, to which I responded yes (obviously). He even joked around and said that we should make it "light" because he was watching his figure. Hahaha. Seeing our two straws together in the same cup almost made me faint from the cuteness of it all.

The next week, Jackson invited me over to his house one afternoon to "teach me how to play Magic, the Gathering." When I arrived at his house, he opened the door shirtless.

SaWOON!

However, he didn't proceed to make a move on me while I was there, and we actually did play Magic, the Gathering. I thought that this was a little strange, but whatever.

Then, near the end of the summer, Jackson and I went to my friend Miranda's party one night. As the party went on, Jackson convinced me to go skinnydipping with him at a nearby pool. I was thinking: YES!!!! YESSS!!!!!!! So me, Joanna, Miranda, Gracie, and some others from the party all walked about 20 minutes to the pool. We hopped the fence to get in, and then proceeded to skinnydip. Me and the other girls were getting out and diving in the water, but the guys stayed in the water because they were... *ahem*. All except for Jackson... Jackson was diving into the water, and he did NOT have a hard-on. So strange.

Afterward, we had the following conversation:

Jackson: Yo Veronica. How was your first time?
Me: It was great! I really enjoyed it.
Jackson: I'm so glad. We finally got you skinnydipping, and all that's left is to get you to walk around naked in your apartment...

What the fuck? I was confused for sure at this point.

Jackson succeeded in completely confusing the fuck out of me when he invited me to see Rise of Planet of the Apes with him. I, of course, was convinced that it was a date, especially because he picked me up at my apartment and drove me there.

When I stepped into his car, however, there was a flamboyantly gay man sitting shotgun. Well ok, so much for it being a date.

When we got to the theater, Jackson proceeded to pay for the FLAMBOYANTLY GAY MAN'S ticket, and NOT MINE.

WHAAAAAAAAT THE FUCK.

So obviously Jackson was gay. But the question is, why the fuck did he invite me out on his "date" and what was up with the shameless flirting? Stuffed if I know.