It's funny to think about when I met my best friend Clark. He was obviously gay, it was hard to miss. He wore mascara daily, had a very nice manicure and always talked about his favorite spa.
I met him in one of the student rec rooms one day, and when I came in the room, he immediately walked up to me and accused me of being a closet gay. At first I felt threatened, but eventually relaxed and told him he was right. It didn't take long after that for him to take me shopping. He told me that it was all going to be okay, and that he would help me through the tough times. All we need was a little gel and a few accessories, or at least that was his point of view.