It is kind of sad. And what's weird is that I can see it, from his point of view and also the others at work. We did go out every weekend, and people knew it. He'd mention what movie was playing out at the drive-in, and ask if we were "on" for this weekend, and I'd say "Yes" without thinking any more about it, and people heard us. I didn't have a girlfriend at the time (or a boyfriend for that matter) and I guess everyone knew he was gay, but I honestly never even thought about it. All those times we went out, he always paid for the tickets and popcorn and stuff, shared his smoke with me, I just figured he was being generous and a good friend. He seemed to have money, and I was broke all the time (I spent all my money on albums). I guess he was just waiting for some kind of sign from me, and of course there never was one. Then he got fired, and I never saw the guy again. Actually, he did drop in once, weeks or maybe months later, just to say "Hi" and stuff like that. By then, I knew, and it was weird.