My aunt Lula use to say that love was like a cold, sooner or later we all come down with it. I use to believe it to. Until I met Brian Kinney. At first though, it wasn’t like that. I refused to believe that fairy tales couldn’t happen to everyone, that every beast didn’t have his beauty. How could I not believe it? Great Romance and fairy tale dreams are my dream. Every prince needs his white knight and every white knight needs a prince to rescue him. However, when it came to Brian “Fucking” Kinney, it seems like he can only love himself, (not physically because why would Brian Kinney need to love himself when there are so many willing bodies at the ready?) and had no room in his life or heart for romance and love. It even shows itself in his choice of men. Only choosing men that fit the tall, dark, and handsome cliché that he himself fit out so well. When I hear form Debbie about his painful past, I couldn’t stop the tears that rolled down my eyes. Sure life my have been hard for me back in Hazlehurst, being the only homosexual and all, but this was worse than I could ever imagine. Still, though, it was not enough for me to lose hope. All I could think about was Brian finding some true love, that would manage to show him it was okay to love, and that he didn’t need a thousand tricks to numb the pain or prove anything. Ha! Try telling him that though! So, just as I was about to throw in the towel. To give up on the fairy tale life, a certain blonde stood under the right streetlight at the right time. It was than that I could plainly see Brian Kinney was coming down with a cold.