- I don't want you to love me. - Too late, mi chava.

Oh, and just so you know, before we go out to the field we all get into a huddle and yell 'Go Queers!' really loud.

Who am I kidding? I have no reason for being here other that the fact that I want to be near her.

This is a team of gay dudes, isn't it?" What gave it away? The pink shirts, or half our team drooling over you?

Paco Fuentes, " Mrs. Peterson says, pointing to the table behind Mary. The handsome young man with pale blue eyes like his mother's and smoky black hair like his father's takes his assigned seat.

I eye Chuy like a pitcher in baseball does when a guy leads too far off base.

I wonder if it's medically possible to be addicted to another human being.