It's like some sort of sick curse

So I met this really cute, sweet, funny guy at my training session today. He's stationed in a city not far from mine, makes hilarious jokes in class, and is generally quite cool.

Then I realized he reminds me of someone I know. I couldn't place him, but it tugged at my conscious all day.

This afternoon, he turned to look at me and said, "I think there's a gay swim team in Vienna. That would be awesome to join." And I realized he reminded me of Steven Caufield. Almost down to the gesture.

Good God, do I have a sign on my forehead?