Snowflakes Pt 1

I've spent my whole life missing out on "moments". You know, those turning points where, if life were a movie, the couple would actually become a couple. There have always been friends of mine who, looking back now with 20/20 hindsight, could have become more than that, had one of us just made the first move.
In all honesty, there's probably something horribly wrong with me, mentally. I have very little idea what is socially acceptable behavior, I constantly miss cues from other people, and I expect everyone to think and act exactly like me. I realize that's probably an incredibly unhealthy model of the world, and I have tried time and again to change it, with no luck.
But sometimes, I do manage to pick up cues like a normal person. To be a part of those moments.
This past December, I got a job at a clothing store in a nearby mall. It sucked. It sucked a lot. Customers were shitty, I constantly had to work with obnoxious coworkers, one of whom I swear hadn't bathed since Regan was in office, and the hours were long and unrewarding.
The only upside was that I was sometimes able to work alongside the one coworker I actually liked, a guy named Mick. And, I admit, I developed something of a massive crush on him. He was sweet, honorable, outgoing...I mean, the days I got to work with him were the only upside to that shithole of a job. I started to look forward to seeing him every time I knew he would be working, because then I could incorporate him into the elaborate dream scenario I had constructed in my head, since I pin my hopes and dreams on random people I just met. For the first time since Tyler told me I was "damaged goods," I felt like myself again.
Then, one day, as I was headed back into the store with a bag of Panda Express, I noticed him walking out of same door I was making for. We stopped and chatted for a while...I don't remember how it came up, but he mentioned something about the shoes I wore to work. (My old Marching Band Drillmasters)
I shrugged, and explained that they were my marching band shoes, that I had been a band geek in high school. Mick grinned, and said "You know, I think that just makes me like you more now."
To this day, I don't know why I said it...but I just looked at him and said, "I like you too...And I...thinkyourekindofcute." followed by floor staring and mumbling of apologies.
He looked at me, a little confused, and asked, "You're gay?" To which I nodded mutely, sure that my new friendship was ruined forever now by my stupid big mouth.
But he just smiled that smile that I would come to know so well, and sighed, obviously relived. "Thank god."
Turns out, he thought I might be, but didn't want to offend me by asking, and had had a crush on me from day one as well.
We made plans to go see Avatar, which had just come out, the next day, and that's where
I'll pick up tomorrow.