I have several stories to share with you, and I've been horrible about blogging this/last month. I'll try to do better over the next couple weeks so that I can update you on all of the craziness of late.
First of all, my New Year started off pretty badly. 
Unlike Christmas or Halloween, New Years Eve, in my opinion, is always a let-down. Most people, myself included, usually hype it up way too much, and in the end, the celebration ultimately fails to meet expectations. In the past, I've gotten into arguments with boyfriends, gotten pawed and grabbed at by drunk gays in New Orleans, or (in my straight days) have been one of the single people hanging with a big group of couples.
My New Year's Eve celebration for 2007-08 was by far the worst.
To begin, we have to go back to my birthday, which was in December.
For my birthday, a big group of my closest friends went to Mi Cocina in West Village, a total gay scene on Friday nights. My friend John had a buddy in from out of town, who I'll call "Med Student."
I was of course cordial to Med Student and tried to make him feel welcome in our group, but I wasn't all
that interested. I was too busy catching up with my good friends and scoping out some of the hotter guys at Mi Cocina, which included the infamous Megahottie, that elusive, gorgeous guy to whom I still haven't spoken.
Eventually, however, I had one too many Mambo Taxis (lethal margaritas mixed with sangria), and Med Student drew my attention. He was shy, and I enjoyed his easy smile and laid back attitude. His clothes were loose, so it was hard to tell if he was just skinny, or if he has some lean muscle packed on his frame in the right spots. Regardless, as the night dragged on, Med Student and I began flirting.
At one point, I jokingly called him a twink, as I'd never flirted with someone so much younger (24-years-old) and smaller than me before.
The nickname stuck.
Every single one of my friends was shocked that I was interested in Med Student at all - he wasn't anything like the guys I typically date. I wasn't sure where the attraction stemmed from, and to this day, I still don't know.
Regardless, Med Student and I ended up going back to my place together that night. We messed around a little bit, and I was pleased to see that, despite his small frame, Med Student had some muscle packed in the right places.
Over the next three weeks, we talked on the phone pretty much every night. He didn't live in Dallas, but was in med school in a smaller town several hours away. He'd recently broken up with a boyfriend, and apparently the boyfriend still slept over and "cuddled" occasionally.
All of that didn't bother me, as I figured this dating scenario would go no where. However, I did want to see Med Student again, so I invited him to be my date for New Years Eve.
He agreed, and we started making plans.
I organized a big group of couples (some, in committed relationships, some, just on dates like me) to go to dinner and then dancing.
Med Student had planned to arrive on the afternoon before New Years Eve and was going to spend two nights in Dallas.
The morning that he was supposed to arrive, I was excited to see him, so I called and left a voice mail.
When 4:00 p.m. rolled around with no response, I sent him a text message.
Still no response. We had dinner plans that night at 7:00 p.m.
At 6:00 p.m., I received a text message from him stating that something came up at school, and he was so sorry, but couldn't make it to Dallas that night or on New Year's Eve.
I figured that he was joking, so I gave him another call.
No answer. Even worse, I didn't hear from him for the rest of the weekend.
So that was it.
There was no question about it.
He totally blew me off. 
I've had people back of things before, but never in my life have I been blown off, or dissed, in such a fashion. If you've never had it happen, it is a completely and utterly terrible feeling.
Luckily, I found another date for New Years, but it was kinda tough getting through the night, as I realized that I'd actually had a little crush on the twink-like Med Student.
Over the last few weeks, Med Student has sent me several text messages.
I suppose he was attempting to apologize or explain his behavior (which my friend John attributes to Med Student's ex-boyfriend).
I haven't returned any of the messages.
I'm no longer upset or even disappointed about how things turned out with Med Student, as my attraction to him faded when I witnessed the personality flaws that fueled his actions on New Years (lack of courage, lack of consideration of others, etc).
My only regret is that I once again gave New Years Eve too much hype.
1. I came out to my best friend from law school and my best friend from undergrad (and his wife) and to all of my other friends, with only a handful of exceptions.
