Hip to be gay

Everyday, I wake up, I shower, I  get dressed, add a spritz of cologne. I go to school, work, the grocery store, hoping someone will notice me. He, them, half the population. I scream inside my head "Please!!!! Notice me! Take me on a date!!" Every time it's the same. He, they, them, all they want is to bury the bone. It SUCKS. And it hurts. It's humiliating. To say "No, he didn't call me back." Whether or not I spread my legs. He didn't call back. And every time you see me, all 'fancied' up, you think, it's hip to be gay. But dressing nice, and acting the part, just helps me get through the day.