Seth had never been very good with women (or...anything of the opposite gender actually, fish, birds, cats. They all hated him).
He'd thought it was a guy thing (or a Seth thing). The complete and total bafflement that he endured trying to figure them out.
He never knew what to say, so he relied on his babbling to get through the conversation (he liked to think of babbling as his art.) That usually ended in rolling eyes, and the dreaded "You're a loser" glare. The doing was also doomed, seeing as he had two left feet when on steady ground, and he managed to knock things over at the drop of a hat.
Case in point -Summer (that beautiful, annoying girl).
But he'd thought it was just the women, until Ryan showed up in Chino.
It hadn't happened with any guys before, and Seth thought that might be because all of Orange County -barring Seth, of course - was insane.
But in Ryan had walked, all hot and sexy in his wifebeater's and leather wristbands, and brooding. (he liked to think of Ryan as the phallic-shaped key that had opened the door to his hidden homosexuality). He didn't talk much, but that was okay, because Seth more than made up for it with his run on sentences (and insensate comments). And the silences were really comfortable (except when Seth imagined Ryan...doing stuff).
So Seth knew he wasn't good with the ladies, but he had no idea that trying to get the attention of another guy would be just as hard.
Especially when he had no idea if said guy was into guys himself.
Guys named Seth.